Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

鹫 Nest, Assassin’s Assassin Headquarters, a castle located in the middle of the mountain, is known for its easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Here, there is an excellent environment, and the wear and tear are all top-notch. Nothing else, just because it is the top assassin training base.

In 1084 AD, the Egyptian emperor Hassan was driven out of Egypt by the defeat of the imperial elder son who supported the throne. But the old man who has been twirling in his position in his life has already paved the way for himself.

What Marx saw just now is the eager old fellow.

Nowadays he is known as the "mountain old", who leads the entire Ismaili and is trying to subvert the Seljuk dynasty. It can be said that although people are old, the wild vision in their hearts is still full.

Marx rode his horse on a small road in the mountains and looked back. The nest was shining in the morning sun, just like the star of Chen.

The content of the mission is still unknown to him, but nothing more than to assassinate a character. Although he hasn't figured out Rowena's intentions until now, he doesn't know whether killing people can do anything, but he can only continue to go on.

"Since I just got here and gave a task, it shouldn't be wrong to follow the mission." Marx whispered.

The inexplicable memory that comes to mind is not messy. The assassin named "Alani" was the first assassin of Assassin. In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Marx most was some of the mild magic knowledge that was mixed.

"'Swiftness', 'Mute', 'Concentration'... These are the rough applications of the rules," Marx adjusted his mind to match the memory, while still distracting his thoughts.

"...this is what Rowena is telling me, how should I use the rules?"

Perhaps this is also one of Rowena's intentions. After all, these applications are based on “willpower,” and it’s extremely difficult to try to learn if no one teaches.

At the moment, Marx can clearly see how they should be used.

The horse's footsteps are fast, and it takes time to get faster. A few days later, Marx finally arrived at the destination.

He took the horse to the horse shed of the hotel and fed some grain and water, which went to the slums on the edge of the city. The location of the joint is in one of the basements there.

With a regular and complicated knock on the door, Marx was successfully taken to the basement.

"The old man, the secret guardian, this is the mission proof."

In the dark basement, the air was very turbid, and the corners were wet and covered with stains and mottled.

He handed the parchment volume to the man sitting behind the table. After confirming the seal, he gently opened it and read it again.

"Respected guardian, this is the task we applied for, please be sure to finish it cleanly." The man respectfully said, "All for faith!"

"For faith!"

Marx echoed with a sigh of relief, picked up a stack of data, and then turned decisively away.

The purpose of the action is not complicated, but in any case, it is undoubtedly a difficult task to assassinate a person with identity.

The target person is a high-ranking Sunni believer who also has a certain power in the dynasty. Marx pondered and chose the location at the other's home.

The information of the other party is very complete, including when it will appear, what is going on every day, and even the flat maps of various places are clearly marked.

It’s just that accidents are always inevitable, and everything is the key.

After a few days...

Marx has been diagonally opposite the other's mansion for more than three hours. I hide my body shape from a height, and look closely through the dense canopy. Occasionally, there was a gust of wind blowing, and the branches shook, blowing away the sweltering heat in the air.

There are dark clouds in the sky that are spreading to this side. It seems that it will bring down a heavy rain at night.

"Today's situation is not bad. The guards in the mansion are almost ready to be found. You can do it."

Marx touched the dagger in his arms, and there was a slight hesitation in his eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still has doubts about the assassination of this kind of thing - he does not know what kind of situation will happen when he arrives. The new memories in my mind are even more bloody to make him feel vomiting.

"A long time, I am afraid it will be affected..." Marx couldn't help but sighed.

It was another two hours, and the sky was getting dark. The goal has also returned to the mansion, which is taking a shower, and should soon go to the bedroom to rest.

Marx waited a little longer and pulled the dagger out and held it tightly in his hand.

The time has come, no matter what, it should be done.

The process of infiltrate was unexpectedly smooth, and it can be said that those trainings have almost become the physical instinct.

He walked agilely against the wall, and the effect of "silence" made him come silent, and soon jumped to the inside of the wall.

“The patrol has a few minutes of clearance, which is easy.”

The long training made this physical body and explosive power very good. Just walking a few steps in the same place, I walked directly on the wall and climbed to the window sill on the second floor.

Use a tool to pry open the emboss on the inside of the window. After the probe is viewed, it is followed by a roll and falls steadily in the hallway.

After a while, the second team patrolled downstairs, and he did not alarm anyone.

The bedroom is on the far right side of the corridor, and the target is still in the bathroom. The Marx quickly passes silently through the corridor, and is like a cheetah walking in the dark.

This bedroom is large, but there are few places to hide. Marx looked around, but inadvertently found a hidden door under the bed.

"It's no wonder that the structure on the first floor is a bit strange. It still has some space left here."

Opening the door requires moving the bed. Marx decides not to act blindly without thinking. After the mission is completed, see if there is a chance.

He will hide in the small space behind the bed and wait for the arrival of the target.

It turns out that he calculated the time accurately. Not long after, the goal pushed in and shook a fat meat and fell asleep directly in bed.

“So, drinking is easy to get wrong.”

After the target was completely asleep, Marx took the sharp dagger and came to the bed lightly.

I really want to start, but he stopped as he expected.

The blade of the dagger is on the neck of the target, and with a little bit forward, the knife is filled with a cold light. The luster faintly reveals a hint of dark blue, apparently quenching is highly toxic.

"Do you really want to start? Is this necessary?" Faced with an unarmed person, as long as the blade is gently sent, even the mixed snake venom on the blade can quickly take away the other's life.

Such an easy move made Marx stiff.

“Is this necessary?” Marx asked himself again, but he could never find the answer.

A little bit past, the goal is still asleep, Marx can be used as an assassin, but sweat on his forehead.

The weather is still very hot, the clouds in the sky outside the window are densely covered, and the air is so boring that people want to faint.

"bang!"

A lightning flash in the outer clouds illuminates Marx's face at the moment - his expression is full of struggles.

"Booming!!"

It was another lightning bolt, and the target seemed to be noisy, and it was frowned. But this chubby middle-aged man can't think of it. It's just such a move to let himself die on the spot.

Almost instinctively, the blood of the throat was so hot that the other side struggled a few times. Marx's gloved left hand smothered the other's mouth, and the power of power made it impossible to move a single step.

Soon, there was only one cold body in this bed, and an assassin who was stiff all over.

"bang!"

The third lightning struck the night sky, illuminating the entire mansion and illuminating the full bed of bright red in the bedroom.

This feeling is really hard to say, although it is not that I have never seen death, but the feeling of self-control is still unforgettable. After a while, Marx gradually became spiral recover recovers.

"It’s a terrible assassination," he glanced at the contamination on his body, and smiled bitterly. "If you judge according to the training, it is obviously unqualified."

Although it was unqualified, it did not make any noise just now. Marx pushed the bed a few inches away, and then heard a slight "click" - the dark door opened.

This is a small dark room that can only allow one person to bend over and enter. Inside, there are a lot of gold and silver goods, as well as a lot of secret documents.

Marx picked up a few documents and looked at it, but found that it didn't have much use.

The people in the nest are never short of money. What's more, Marx is now hidden in this body, even if it is estimated to be useless.

"what is this?"

Suddenly, Marx saw a box that was tied tightly.

He used a dagger to cut the overlapping ropes and opened the box, but it was an Arab dagger.

It’s just that this dagger is obviously unusual. It has a transparent wave of transparency, and it has a hidden secret. It looks very mysterious.

Marx didn't touch it easily, but it didn't look like it.

But he doesn't touch it, but it doesn't mean he can't touch it.

Only an inexplicable force emerged from Marx's heart, invisibly driving him, reaching out to the handle of the dagger. Even if he reacted quickly, the rebellious willpower would have no effect. At this moment, his hand did not listen to him at all.

Just the moment I touched the dagger, a cold breath spread from the finger to the whole body. The feeling could not be described, although it was not painful, but it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he has not noticed anything different. He just felt that the sultry feeling that had just wiped the neck of the man's neck disappeared in a moment without disappear without a trace.

Suddenly, Marx felt a blur in front of him, and when he was clear again, he found that the scene had once again returned to the "mountain" room in the nest.

"... Alani, this mission will be very difficult, you have to be careful."

The old man is still facing him, his voice is still low and slow, but the amplitude of the back bend has increased significantly. I’m afraid it’s been a few years since I was last time.

“Yes.” Marx felt that his tone seemed to be much indifferent.