The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I think maybe Master Altaïr had the same idea as you. He lived more than eighty years old and was an assassin all his life. There will definitely be some books left in his library." Ezio shook slightly. He shook his head and lost his extra thoughts. "I feel that this glass of wine should be served by me. You look less than forty years old, but you are like an old guy who has lived a hundred years old, but such an old person is not as relaxed as you Mentality."

"The mentality will always change." Zelin raised his glass. "And this glass shouldn't be yours to respect me."

"How many things to celebrate this year?"

"To the two of us, to be able to meet again."

Maybe Ezio didn't know how low the probability of meeting this time was, but Zelin knew very well that they would never see each other again if it weren't for a magical artifact strayed here. It is always lucky to be able to meet with friends again. In the past he thought it would be his regret, but now it seems that he should be grateful to the person who left the statue here in the first place-no matter whether it can be called by humans or not.

"It is indeed worth a toast to celebrate the wandering hunters and the elderly assassins. Unfortunately, this is in Constantinople, and Machiavelli and Leonardo are not there." Ezio shook the cup. "I wish the hunters can find it." His destiny, the assassin can get his enlightenment."

"I wish you can find your home too, Ezio, you deserve more than just enlightenment."

Zelin didn't say it, but it was enough. He raised the cup, the two wooden cups touched once, making a crisp sound in the deserted tavern.

Chapter 1289 Armory Talks

Time is fast.

The rain passed, and a warm wind from the Aegean Sea brought the city back to the warmth of the past. The demon hunter heard a very interesting news two days ago. The reason for the cold a few days ago was because Suddenly a snow fell in the direction of Cardopasia, which caught the locals by surprise. Some people said it was a sign of some kind of disaster, while others said it meant that the Ottoman Empire would usher in turmoil. But no matter what the rumors say, life is still going on, the boats on the Constantinople pier still come and go, row upon row of masts of varying heights.

Yesterday, Ezio found the third key, which was one step closer to the goal of being able to open the Masyaf Library. Zelin was also very curious about the secrets hidden in the library built by the previous generation of master assassins. Francesca thinks that there may be secrets of this world hidden in the library, which can explain why a world without magic has such strange things as golden apples and obsidian discs.

"What were you doing just now?"

"A book case is Sofia's goods, but it was detained by the customs here, so I did a favor." Ezio glanced at the sun in the sky, and the time was close to noon. According to Tariq, he will meet Manuel in the armory near the pier soon. "Tariq hasn't arrived yet?"

Zelin snorted, the armory was heavily guarded, and the number and density of guards might be comparable to Topkapi Palace. He looked at the towering stone wall. "Not yet, but I feel fast. Maybe Tariq has already been waiting inside."

Soon, Tariq's full-bodied voice came from the nearby streets, effectively refuting Zelin's guess.

"If you let me see you selling these garbage here tomorrow, I will throw them into the Bosrupus Strait by myself!" Tariq appeared in the market near the armory and shouted at the Venetian merchants. Tao. He pinched his waist and stared at the foreign businessman with an unkind expression on his face. "Now, immediately take your garbage and get out, otherwise there will be soldiers to clean the streets!"

Several masked soldiers from nearby were about to encircle immediately, and the Venetian people gathered up their stalls and fled away as if they were peddling goods. There were not only Venetians on that street. Several Turkish vendors gave Tariq grateful glances. The commander of the imperial army pinched his waist and looked around, gestured to the other soldiers, and the soldiers immediately dispersed. When Tariq left, only Ottoman vendors remained in that market.

"I think of a way to go to the wall, and I will keep an eye on Manuel's traces nearby."

"Follow him, maybe we can take the opportunity to find out where they are in Constantinople."

Ezio's figure quickly disappeared from the crowd on the dock. Tariq didn't know who knew his actions, and Zelin had better show up alone. Demon hunters stand in the market outside the armory. There are many people here. The two Sudanese pro-army soldiers in front of the armory have formed a dividing line, separating the market and the armory. The market is lively and crowded, but Everyone subconsciously avoided the direction of the armory.

Tariq scanned the square near the armory, and he noticed Zelin with a fruit stand with his back leaning on it. The demon hunter nodded calmly at him, Tariq raised his hand, and the two Sudanese soldiers who followed him immediately trot away.

The pro-army commander walked to the fruit stand where Zelin was, and the Ottoman businessman bent over and smiled at him. "Would you like to taste the latest fruit? Master Tariq, please take a look at it."

Tariq picked up an apple casually and laughed haha. "Yes, I took this apple."

"Please, my lord, would you like to see this? The freshest grapes."

He scanned the stall, took a bite of the apple, muttered in his mouth, shook his head, turned and walked away. It's the same as ordinary patrolling the streets, but Zelin heard the vague sound he made while chewing on the apple.

"Come with me."

Zelin followed Tariq about five meters away. They didn't go directly to the armory, but first went to a place more than 100 meters north of the armory gate. In an alley, the two Sudanese soldiers who had just left were already waiting there.

Tariq threw the apple out, and the two soldiers bent over and saluted him.

"I don't know if you are the sultan, the prince, or the person sent by Prince Suleiman, but all I do is for this country." Tariq raised his finger to a Sudanese soldier, saying exactly , Is the uniform of the Sudanese soldiers in his hand. "You can't just walk in like this. Manuel II is a cunning old fox. You put on this Sudanese soldier's uniform. He won't doubt it. As long as it succeeds this time, he must tell me the location of the shipment. , So I can find their lair. I can't let the action fall short."

The Ottomans called Manuel Manuel by name.

"Your plan will succeed." Zelin took the mask handed by another soldier and put it on his face, and the heavy cold metal pressed his eyebrows. "Prince Suleiman is suspicious of you." He thought of the information he had learned from Ezio. He needed to tell some exact facts to prove his identity. "After this matter is over, you'd better meet the prince as soon as possible to dispel his doubts."

"Prince Suleiman?" Tariq looked at Zelin, but Zelin had already put on the metal mask of the Sudanese army, and he couldn't see the face of the demon hunter. "When this matter is over, I will personally explain to His Royal Highness."

At this time, a Sudanese soldier trot over.

"Your Excellency Tariq."

Tariq turned around and looked at the soldier who was approaching, "How's it going?"

"Manuel II agreed to meet you. He is waiting in the armory."

"Huh, what an ambitious old weasel." Tariq snorted, and he beckoned. "Let's go."

Zelin moved his shoulders, and the Sudanese soldiers' wide-shoulder windbreaker made him feel a little uncomfortable. But the loose clothes covered his armor well, but he could only hang his sword around his waist like other Sudanese soldiers. The Ebony Blade is different from other soldiers' sabers. He can only hope that Manuel will not be suspicious because of the different specifications of a soldier's saber.

As a group of people walked towards the armory, the crowds in the market stepped aside. The two soldiers in front of the armory door saluted Tariq and opened the closed door one by one. Behind the gate, the soldiers standing on both sides of the road paid tribute to Tariq, and the leader nodded to indicate that the pedestrian walked along the stone road inside the fort towards the direction of the armory dock.

Chapter 1290 Chapter Manuel II

The armory has its own wharf, and ships carrying weapons will dock here instead of in the port of the Golden Horn. Ships transported to the armory can enter Constantinople without going through inspections at the docks. This is for convenience and also for confidentiality.

But today, this privilege of secrecy is used on someone who should never enter Constantinople.

"Ah, I'm finally back, Constantinople, the crossroads of the world." A wealthy man stood on the pier of the armory, looking at the capital of the Ottoman Empire with emotion, and stroking it comfortably. My own horoscope, several men in Byzantine uniforms followed as the guards, but the person closest to him was a brown-skinned man dressed in Seljuk. "This city should have become the most on my head. Bright pearl, now I am worthless here. I have been away from this city for 20 years, 20 years of insignificance! Now, everything is finally in place!"

Manuel, or Manuel II's eyes were almost narrowed into a gap, his hair was already gray, and the purple-blue cloak wrapped his heavy and tired body. But his eyes are still clear, and the towering headscarf is like a crown, and the jewel pins inlaid on it make it look like a real crown. The red and green coat is embroidered with gorgeous tassels, and only such complicated and gorgeous clothes can be worthy of his noble blood.

"Waiting for your Pariologs family to regain the throne." Behind Manuel II, the Seljuk's low voice came into his ears. "Remember who pushed you to the throne, remember Your promise."

"Of course, of course, Sakuru, of course I remember the promise." Manuel snorted softly. Although he spoke kindly to the leader of the local rebel army, his eyes still flashed an unnoticeable displeasure. . He shook his arm and walked forward, the rolled cloak lifted up dust. "How could I forget the role that an important person like you played in my career, but I hope you can have some patience. Rome was never built in a day."

The expressions of the Seljuks were gloomy and uncertain, and the wooden trestle bridge creaked under their feet. Two Byzantines struggled to move an intricately carved wooden box from the ship to the dock. The box slammed to the ground with a clang, and there was a crisp sound of coin collision.

"Be careful! If you break the box, I will tie you to a rock and throw it into the sea to feed the fish!"

"Why be so nervous, Manuel." As Manuel focused on the box he had brought, Tariq led several Sudanese soldiers over. The Byzantine guard immediately showed a look of alertness. Tariqduo brought a few entourages, which was different from the conditions they said they would only bring one entourage to meet. Although they also violated the agreement and brought five entourages, they are still at a disadvantage in terms of number. Tariq is willing, these soldiers can subdue the four Byzantine guards in an instant.

But Manuel was not so vigilant, his eyes were full of smiles. This matter is very important to him. Gold can recruit soldiers, but sometimes, it is difficult to buy enough sophisticated weapons, especially in the Ottoman Empire, which is so sensitive to his identity.

"Because this is a big deal, Tariq, it probably also means more deals in the future." Manuel waved his hand, and the two soldiers behind once again lifted the heavy box and moved the box to it. In front of Tariq, "You can count, my friend. But I will not pay until I am satisfied with the inspection."

Tariq smiled cruelly, as his position should show, "I understand that you are a shrewd man, Manuel."

"Trust that does not presuppose doubt is empty talk." Manuel resolutely waved his hand, and there was nothing to talk about.

While they were talking, a Sudanese soldier opened the box, and the coins flashing gold made him subconsciously put aside his eyes. There were too many coins in it, and even the gold coins with very low gold content were expensive enough. The Sudanese soldiers quickly checked the coins in the box. A few minutes later, Tariq and Manuel stood face to face. No one made any movements. For a while, there was only the sound of counting coins at the dock.

They don't really trust each other. Zelin thought. Even if they were doing such a dangerous transaction, they never believed in each other's sincerity.

The mask obstructed Zelin's sight. He looked at the nearby tower calmly. It didn't take long for him to see Ezio's gray figure on the observation tower of the wall near the pier.

Manuel is the leader of the Byzantines, but he is not the leader of all the Templars. Once he has a problem, other Templar captains will quickly move their bases and supplies and disappear until they continue to have enough power. Launch a counterattack. This is why Ezio did not choose to kill him after defeating Caesar, but instead imprison him. As long as he is still there, the Templars will find a way to rescue him, and the Assassin can predict the next actions of the Templars, but once he is dead, the Templars will have a new leader to lead them.

At least for Zelin, he didn't want the situation to change until he got the target statue.

The Templars are never monsters that can be defeated by cutting off a head.