The Journey of the Demon Hunter

If the Templars in Constantinople were all equipped with muskets overnight, the assassin might be hit by surprise. Holding a musket alone is not a big threat, at least for Zelin. But if dozens or hundreds of people stand in a row and shoot, even the demon hunters have to find shelter to avoid the edge. If there are thousands of people standing on target and shooting, I am afraid that a camp constructed by ordinary wooden fences will turn into a pile of sawdust buried under the dust in a few rounds of volleys.

If next time, hundreds of Templars armed with muskets to attack the assassin's headquarters, it would be difficult for unprepared assassins to block such a powerful offensive.

Perhaps this can explain why there are so many coins in the metal cabinet where the letter was found. The coins that were seized were the deposits that the Byzantines were preparing to buy the muskets. Their attack happened to disrupt the Templar trading plan.

Ezio left soon, Zelin looked down at the letter on the desktop and squinted slightly. He raised his head and just saw Aziz, the janitor, packing up the cushions in the headquarters hall. Even if everyone here is an assassin, some people are responsible for the cleaning and sanitation of the headquarters and cleaning up the trash. This kind of work naturally falls on young apprentices.

"Aziz, are you a native of Constantinople?"

The Ottoman girl raised her head, and then bent her legs close to Zelin. "Yes, Master, do you need a guide?"

"No, I want to know something, in this city or around the city, do you know where there is a large amount of weapons? For example... the arsenal? Or the weapons storeroom? Does the weapons store here own its own? Are the goods stored in the same place?"

Aziz lowered her eyes, and after thinking for a few seconds, she raised her head and clasped her right hand with her left hand. "Yes, there is such a place. There is a fort near the Golden Horn. It is the arsenal of Constantinople. It stores many weapons and equipment for the Ottoman guards and the Sudanese soldiers. All in this city All of the guards were taken out of the armory, and sometimes the weapons of the forge were temporarily stored in the armory."

"Who is the owner of that arsenal?"

"That arsenal belongs to Sudan, no one can intervene there."

"Are there any other warehouses that can store thousands of muskets?"

"This is impossible. The warehouses in this city are all close to the Golden Horn Wharf. The warehouses there cannot store so many weapons." Aziz said with certainty. There are more Zelins here that haven't been too long.

Hearing Aziz's words, Zelin felt as if he had come to a dead end.

The sultan controls the only warehouse that can sell a thousand muskets, but the sultan is not in the city, and he is the ruler here, or the conflict with the prince Selim makes him unable to do so. Zelin didn't know much about the situation here, but if someone said that in his world, the king would join hands with the rioting peasants to deal with his subordinate nobles, he would never believe it.

"Wait, who is controlling that armory? Ottoman guards?"

"Definitely only the Sudanese soldiers are qualified to control the armory." Aziz said as expected. She spread her hands and curled her mouth slightly. "The Sudanese soldiers do not allow anyone to approach the armory. If Master, you want to go near the Golden Horn. I recommend that you hire a ferry directly from the Galatians to take you to the vicinity of the pier. This is the most convenient way."

"No...thank you."

The Sudan is not in the city, but the Sudanese army still stays in Constantinople. This made Zelin think of a possibility. If there was an order from the pro-army commander Tariq, it seemed that it would not be difficult to transfer a thousand muskets from the armory.

Zelin lowered his eyes, and from the corner of his eye he saw the dim light from the telescope in his pocket, which reminded him that it was almost time to act.

"Master?"

Lifting his head, he just saw Aziz's cautious and curious eyes.

"It's okay, I should go now."

Chapter 1276: Italian Musicians

In the auditorium of the racetrack, Yousef was having a final exchange with several other assassins. When Zelin arrived, they had almost completed the final confirmation of the plan.

"Ah, Zelin, I guess you must have heard valuable news. If I can live until this time tomorrow, I must hear what an interesting story is."

"Why is it this time tomorrow?"

"Because the execution time is at two noon."

Zelin chuckled slightly and punched Yusuf in the chest. "Don't be kidding, who can kill you?"

The assassins have put on new clothes, colorful tights, feathered dome hats, harp, lyre and tambourine. In the blink of an eye, they have become a group of musicians from all over the world. Ezio also changed into this kind of clothes, with a lute hanging on his chest. He was uncomfortably adjusting his tight cuffs. This kind of tight clothes was not suitable for the use of Hidden Blades.

"Where did you get this suit? There are so many musical instruments?"

"There are several Turkish musicians who are willing to provide us with clothes and instruments. Master Ezio has found a piano player from Italy. It just so happens that each of us can get in." Yousef opened his arms and looked down at himself. The brightly colored clothes on his body, like a peacock, showed a helpless expression, as if he had eaten a fly but couldn't spit it out. "This dress makes me feel so stupid."

Zelin could guess how they ‘borrowed’ the clothes without even thinking about it.

"But it will allow you to walk into Topkapi Palace smoothly instead of going in."

"And the bards are the least susceptible group of people, we can avoid the ears and eyes of the Templars by this." Yusuf snorted softly. "Everyone knows that it's easiest to sneak into a heavily guarded venue and dress up as a servant, because you can't find more than a dozen companions who have all night music. Ah, our masters from Florence are also quite similar. Have experience."

On the other side, Ezio was looking at the lute in his hand, frowning from time to time.

"Italian musician from Florence, Ezio Auditore." Zelin opened his arms to Ezio in an exaggerated tone of introducing the actors on stage. "I wonder if you are still satisfied with the lute? Or you need a servant to serve you the most precious wine, carefully wash the most delicate fingers before playing, to ensure that it can play a fairyland-like note when playing. ."

"You missed a shoulder massage."

Ezio responded mercilessly with another joke. He flicked the strings lightly, showing a look of nostalgia. "It's been a long time since I played the lute."

"Have you learned a musical instrument in the past?"

"Yeah, I haven't touched this thing for more than 20 years when I was a kid. Didn't you get asked by your parents to learn an instrument when you were a kid? Are you English? Or Scots? I thought you must know all bagpipes."

"When I was young..." Zelin lowered his head and glanced at his palm, practicing swords left an indelible cocoon on his fingers, and there were still traces of piercing left on the palm of his left hand. The battle with Wigwarts reminded him of his past experiences, but sometimes, he wished he would never remember that story. "Compared with musical instruments, my parents wanted me to learn swordsmanship more, so I became like this now. Maybe if those things didn't happen, I might become a gentleman."

"And I will be a banker." Ezio clicked lightly, making a melodious tone. "It's also possible that because of bankruptcy, I can only make a living playing the piano on the street."

When the sun is slanting, the assassins, who are playing Turkish musicians, and Ezio, who pretends to be—maybe really—Italian violinist, are mixed in the other crowds waiting to be invited into the palace. Zelin finally glanced at the assassins who quickly blended with the crowd. Standing on the highest level of the racetrack stands, he turned his head and looked at the topkapi palace wall that was shining in the afterglow not far away.

"Enid, just like last time, teleport me directly."

The elf's reply was brief and concise. "Be prepared."

"Anytime."

Soon, there was an uncomfortable strong traction around Zelin. This time he did not close his eyes. The demon hunter watched as the scenery around him became blurred and distorted, like an oil painting drenched in water, and like It was someone who stirred the soil with a wooden stick, everything became weird, and the world became a weird picture of countless colors. His perception, hearing, smell, and direction all became meaningless. This process was fast, much faster than he expected. After about three seconds, it turned into a bunch of colorful worlds and restored its original appearance. The different colors outline the earthy brown of the city wall and the fiery red of the torches on the side of the wall.

Another soldier looked shocked.

"Yes..."

The sound of glass shattering, the strength of Yaksi Fayin enveloped the soldier's forehead, making his hands that had just raised the spear slumped weakly, and the warning sound was stuffed back into his throat.

"You are sleepy and need to sleep." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly towards the soldier. The slender vertical pupil exudes a weird shimmer. "Then you sit down in this deserted place, leaning back against the battlements and dozing off. It's safe and quiet here, and no one passes by."

The soldier seemed to be drunk and swayed twice. Finally, he sat on the ground with a plop, lowered his head, and soon there was a slight snoring sound from under his helmet.

"Good risk."

"It's okay, I just prepared the seal." Zelin lowered his head and glanced at the soldier who had already fallen asleep. The seal of Akshay would affect his memory. Even if the power of the seal disappeared, it would be difficult for him to tell when he encountered an intruder. Was it a real encounter, or a hallucination when I was sleepy.

"Your plan? Since you don't intend to involve those assassins, then I believe you must have your own ideas."

"Yes, the first thing is to find the Templars. This is the same." The demon hunter retracted his gaze and moved his gaze to the gate of Topkapi Palace. He suddenly noticed that Ezio seemed to be in trouble. Other Italian musicians have already entered the palace, scattered in twos and threes in the venue, playing music to the guests who have arrived. The layout of the palace is a little different from when he came last time.

But Ezio was stopped by two guards, who were noisy and didn't know what they were talking about. "Oh, it's going to change now. First, help my assassin friends enter the venue smoothly."

"I will provide you with magical support at any time, as long as you need it."

"Leave it to you."

Chapter 1277 The Evening Party at Topkapi Palace