The Journey of the Demon Hunter

However, since there are no suburbs, the city is a bit crowded. Byzantine soldiers can be seen everywhere in the streets. The Byzantine musketeers standing guard on the flat-roofed house looked around, watching for any unusual figures. Zelin pulled his collar. The underground grotto was slightly hotter than outside. There were traces of artificial excavation on the rock wall near this natural grotto. The vents covered by the fence were guarded by several guards. That was the city. The most important place.

The whole city is like a huge market, but in the noisy room, the ears of the demon hunters can still hear the sound of running water. There must be an underground river flowing through it, which can provide fresh water for the residents of the city. . Zelin is like an ordinary resident, pacing slowly in the city, keeping in mind the layout of the streets and the structure of the houses. This is a city and a military camp. The residents and soldiers are completely mixed together. This makes the investigation of the demon hunter a little difficult, because no one knows whether the two-story building he just walked through is a Byzantine warehouse. , Or just an ordinary residence.

Suddenly, the chatter of two patrol soldiers passing by came to his ears.

"Sakuru has caught a lot of people recently. He is really energetic and almost never rests." A soldier held his helmet and flicked the dust that fell.

"But that's not all, Lord Sakuru said to investigate in the city."

"The Sultan sent a bunch of trash. They are not Sakuru's opponents at all."

"The sultan can't even control his own son."

The two soldiers laughed and walked into a place on the side of the road that looked like a tavern. Zelin noticed that there were only soldiers in the tavern. He walked several streets and found that there were few entertainment facilities in this city. In fact, this tavern was the first place he saw where people could relax, but the only customers in it were soldiers, he didn’t know. Only soldiers can enter, or these Byzantine soldiers can afford to pay. As a city, shops should also be an indispensable facility. However, there are few and small shops in Cappadocia. Except for a blacksmith shop and a cloth shop, other shops have basically refreshed his definition of a shop, or Said that the shop is inside the house, no different from the farmhouse selling wheat berries in the village.

Maybe it's because of environmental restrictions, maybe it's just because there aren't many substances here.

Zelin raised his head, and he saw a gray figure flashing past the scaffolding on the edge of the central stone pillar.

"When will our life like mice come to an end... Hey! Attention!" A stooped worker nearly ran into Zelin.

"Sorry, sorry." Zelin quickly raised his hand to apologize. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, it's okay." The worker rubbed his waist, and another nearby Turk with dark skin squeezed out of the crowd.

"Hey, you are here. I thought you were going home just now. The supervisor is looking for someone, and we have to work overtime again, so I ran over to inform you."

"Oh, God, we have almost no time to work overtime this month. What is this? Clean out the warehouse? Or clean the vents? Or do you want to carve the statue of Manuel II on the **** stone pillar? He? Want to make a statue of Theodosius before returning to Constantinople?"

The conversation between the two workers made Zelin **** his ears. These workers are working overtime to clean the warehouse recently? Is there something being transported into the warehouse, or is there something to be transported away?

"Are you crazy! Don't let the overseer hear, be careful that he arranges for you to clean up those stinking bodies. God bless, those guys are not people at all."

"Can the situation be worse? Well, even if I'm crazy, it's much better than working like a mole that hides in the ground day and night. What's the matter today?"

"We still have to clean up the warehouse and move things to the newly opened place. I heard that they are going to stuff things into the warehouse again.

Zelin turned his head and looked at the direction where the workers were going. Looking left and right, no Byzantine soldiers noticed this. He squeezed into the crowd and kept a distance of about ten meters from the two workers. With the help of the crowd, the two workers who were chatting and complaining about their work did not notice the stalker behind them. He couldn't believe his luck. When he was about to find a way to find the location of the warehouse, a worker who was going to the warehouse to work overtime happened to collide with him. It was better than seeing a spot when he was on his way in a storm. A cave sheltered from wind and rain is also gratifying.

After following a few hundred meters in the cobweb-like path, Zelin stopped. In front of him was an ascending slope. The two workers stopped talking and walked up the slope. After a brief conversation with a Byzantine soldier, they walked in. This **** is a passage cut out between the rocks, which can only allow four people to pass side by side, and is guarded by a guard every few steps. Obviously, this is a very important place for the Byzantines. It was located on the right edge of the town. After passing through the obliquely ascending corridor, Zelin noticed that the space inside was more spacious than the outside, but it was blocked by the stone wall, so he could only see the place opposite the corridor.

"What are you looking at?"

You know who is here as soon as you hear it, and there is still a straw ear on the shoulder of Ezio’s cloak.

"This passage, I guess the Byzantines hid all important things in it." Zelin pointed to the place he followed. "There is at least one warehouse. I went around the city and didn't see any special buildings. Maybe Manuel and his assistants also live in it."

"Like a tortoise shrouded in its own shell." Ezio commented. "I guess he must not dare to come out, come with me, I found Tariq's informant."

Ezio turned and walked towards the street behind him. Zelin looked at the **** for a few more times, and finally shook his head, squeezing into the crowd with the assassin. Nearly 2,000 people were crammed into this city, which can only accommodate 1,000 people. The depressing environment makes it an uncomfortable beehive. If it weren’t for the Byzantine guards holding muskets standing on the flat roof. , He would rather go to the top than the crowded streets, although it makes them look no different from ordinary civilians.

Tariq's pro-army will encircle here within a day, and Zelin hopes to solve what he has to do in half a day. If the Byzantines decide to take things to escape, or go to war with the Ottomans, who knows what will happen to the things in their warehouses, his goal is just an ordinary marble statue in terms of material.

The first thousand three hundred and five chapters Dilara

A Turkish woman with brown skin.

"Don't come here, bastard!" Her whole body revealed a rebellious breath, like a wolf being forced into a dead end, and the dagger in her hand was her fangs. "If you get one step closer, I will cut off your heads!"

Ezio used his eyes to see the figure of the informant he was looking for. This is a very curious statement. It is a bit like the vision of a demon hunter after drinking a cat potion. The powerful cat potion can give Zelin a short-term perspective effect. The dragon descendant once thought that the perspective ability mentioned by the demon hunter was the kind she thought, and when Zelin judged her latest armor, he smashed a flowerpot at him for this. But the perspective ability brought by the potion allows him to see blood vessels, heart, and active muscles and bones. Thanks to the monster's strange body structure, this can avoid when he thought he had pierced the monster's chest with a sword, only to find that the sword that should have pierced the heart only cut a piece of muscle.

Ezio seems to be able to see something that ordinary people can't notice. Zelin doesn't understand the reason. This seems to be an innate ability that may need to be developed. This gives the assassin many advantages that ordinary people don't have. For example, when standing high and looking down at the crowd, he can find this unremarkable spy at a glance.

"Calm down, calm down, we are not Manuel's people, we are here for Tariq."

In a long narrow alley, Ezio and Zelin blocked the woman in it. She was very vigilant. Zelin thought that she had performed very well and should be no different from other residents, but he was discovered when he was more than ten meters away from the target. After noticing someone walking towards her, she immediately turned into these winding paths, trying to get rid of the stalkers, but was blocked by them in a more than ten-meter long laneway.

The woman leaned her back against the wall, pointed her dagger at Ezio, and turned to Zelin. The demon hunter raised his hands and opened his palms to signal that he was not hostile. He didn't go forward, he could see panic and fierceness in the opponent's eyes, he didn't want to irritate her.

"I guess you are the secret agent Delara Tariq arranged here? We are here for Tariq." Zelin said word by word. "If your identity is discovered by Manuel, come to you. It's not us, but byzantine soldiers in full armor."

The woman's vigilance eased.

"You were sent by Tariq? But you are not like spies."

"I am Ezio Auditore. I came here on the commission of Prince Suleiman. Tariq will lead the army to arrive a day later, and we will come here early." Hearing Ezio's words, Turkey The woman’s vigilance has become less vigilant. Perhaps she noticed the long sword behind Zelin. The dagger did indeed fight at the place of Sacha, but this long sword can pierce her through before approaching, and fight against her. There is no advantage, and the two in front of them have no tendency to do it.

So she put down her arm holding the dagger and picked up the black hair that was drooping in her left ear.

"I am Dilara, but you are too late. I am still worried about whether the last report will be delivered to Constantinople." She pinned the dagger to her waist and pulled her cloak to block it. "You two, both use swords? Very good, better than no one."

"Where are your people? We need the information here, the more detailed the better."

"We have suffered a great loss." Dilara spread his hands. "My people were all taken away a week ago. Only if I pretend to be a slave can I escape." Her voice was low and she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Can you fight? I will tell you information, come with me, I have been lurking in this **** city for a long time, I know everything here. Manuel came back a few days ago, and brought back a **** one The Seljuk, Sakuru, he took my man, I need your help."

Dilara poked her head vigilantly and looked out of the alley.

"We can't stay here for too long, otherwise the guards will notice here. The guards here are indifferent to the robbers, but only stare at ordinary people who look like spies. My temporary foothold is on the left of the central stone pillar. You can challenge, right? Two hours later, when you're ready, come to me."

Without waiting for their response, Dilara quickly rushed into the crowd outside, like a flexible lizard.

Zelin looked at the direction of Dilara's disappearance and asked Ezio. "What do you think?"

"She's right, two hours later is a good time to do it." Ezio raised his head, the gap at the top of the grotto was pitch black, and the faint starlight could not shine in, which allowed them to judge whether it was day or night outside. Even if nearby torches and oil lamps falling on the side of the road illuminate this place, they cannot prevent people from falling into sleepiness at night. "They will have a shift time, when we meet Dilara, first rescue her people, and then go to kill Sakuru and Manuel."

"It's best to solve it at the same time."

Zelin added. When the Armory pretended to be a Sudanese soldier, he discovered that Manuel II and Sakuru were not simply a relationship between superiors and subordinates. They were more of allies using each other. According to the intelligence analysis he later found out, the same is true. One party needs an army, and the other needs a wealthy businessman with royal blood. Whether they kill Sakuru or Manuel first, they can't make the enemies here fall into chaos or even collapse.

"Yes." Ezio nodded. He looked around. The style of the residents here was a little different from that of Ottoman. Ezio turned around and spread his hands. "I heard that this place was named after a city in the Byzantine Empire in the past. I hope they can still retain their past eating habits and taste the flavors of the past? Is it my turn to treat this time?"

They have not eaten anything for almost a whole day since they set off in the morning. Eating on a swaying deck has never been a good choice, but now their feet are on solid ground, except for the sky above their heads being replaced by rocks, there is no reason for them not to take care of their stomachs before they act. Maybe it’s nothing to Zelin. The demon hunter’s body can bear the hunger, and he used to have a life of ups and downs, but Ezio is over fifty years old. By ordinary human standards, he does need to take a break.

"I have never missed any chance for a free dinner." Zelin made a please gesture. "Let's go."

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ps: The cat potion in Witcher II has the effect of seeing through the walls and even the internal structure of the body. The third generation is gone.

Chapter 1306 Unexpected Events

After seeing the scarce material here, Zelin should have realized that it is impossible to experience the same food here as the outside world.

"I want to know how they endure these rotten vegetable leaves. I thought they brought me bricks sprinkled with breadcrumbs." Coming out of the narrow, so-called tavern, Zelin stretched out. I was a lazy waist and knocked on the somewhat stiff waist. Like the characteristics of this city, the chairs here are just flat square stones. This city cannot be said to be comfortable, crowded, material shortages, and forced labor, no matter where it is seen, Zelin would never want to live here if he could choose.

"There are only two thousand inhabitants in the city, but Manuel has at least one thousand soldiers. Not only do you have money to feed an army...Thank you." Ezio took the beef jerky from Zelin and bit Started to chew in one bite. Beef jerky is the best choice to replenish stamina and fill up the stomach. Demon hunters often carry some with them just in case. "But it can fill your stomach at least temporarily. It's time to join Dilara."

Suddenly, they heard a commotion in the distance. Several Byzantine soldiers pushed away from the crowd and ran towards the central stone pillar of the city. Zelin stepped aside and stood on the side of the road, looking at the direction where the soldiers disappeared, his expression became a little unnatural. Dilara said not long ago that her temporary foothold was there. He looked at Ezio and noticed the same suspicion in the latter's eyes.

"Could it be that Dilara's identity was revealed?"