The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, I'm afraid there will be no grave. This is a well-documented treason. He won't get the funeral that the royal family deserves." Suleiman took him to a room on the second floor of the palace by the corridor. There are no servants here, and there is no one in the dark room. But Suleiman didn't seem to be here for the first time. He opened the door in his car and walked straight to the hanging painting. I left a hand and walked here. This is just right to monitor the conversation below. Oh, Ahmed used to like to summon his Templar friends here."

"Why here? Because of the remoteness?"

Suleiman shook his head slightly, "Because it is the most magnificent here."

As he said, he lifted the hanging picture, revealing a sliding door behind him. He put his hand with the ruby ​​ring on it, and with a small creak, the shaft turned and opened the shutter. The dust fell with the friction between the valve and the ground. Suleiman slapped his arm and walked in with the back of his hands behind him. Zelin finally looked back at the half-hidden door of the room, and walked into the square narrow corridor behind him.

The only light source in this corridor comes from the candlelight revealed by the lattice fence on the ground at the end. Suleiman finally stopped in front of the checkered floor. With the hearing of a demon hunter, he heard the voice of dialogue from below without even getting close. When they arrived, the following conversation had already begun.

"Are you the famous Ezio? Or an impostor?" Selim and Ahmed are brothers, but they don't seem to have much resemblance. Through the gap, Zelin could see that he had a fat cheek, but it was different from the fragile appearance that Ahmed gave at first glance. Selim's face was glowing with a fierce light that cannot be erased. The twin piercing but deep eyes can always hide his true thoughts very well, which is unpredictable.

"Pretending to be Ezio will only bring danger to yourself, no one in this world should do it." Ezio replied indifferently.

Zelin took a deep breath. He looked at Suleiman, who was only one step away from him. His Royal Highness didn't seem to notice the demon hunter's gaze, and he was staring down with full concentration. It was indeed the best place to observe the palace below, but Zelin didn't understand why Suleiman had to do this. He didn't believe it was just because of fun or friendship with Ezio. A simple young man cannot be the governor of Crimea. Although the demon hunter does not know where and how large the place is, he does not think that any king or emperor will use the stability of his empire to make jokes with his descendants.

"Your father looks very tired."

"Yes, he hasn't rested since he returned to Constantinople. Tariq only sent the Cadopasiya report this afternoon. Ahmed is not the only thing to worry about." Suleiman He said casually, but his eyes never left below. "Your Excellency Ezio said that you and him were friends five years ago. I heard about it when I was traveling in Europe. The Pope in Rome changed. Did you participate in that incident?"

"I don't think I can talk about participating. If I can count as participating, then every mercenary, thief, and gambler in Rome participated in that matter." Zelin knew what to say when, listening to Su Lehman's words, he probably guessed some clues.

"Are you going to continue traveling in the East for a while?"

"No, I have already left home very far." Zelin didn't need to pretend to show his missing emotions. He had indeed left for a long time, and he hadn't returned for a while. "If it weren't for your father's summoning order, I should be resting by the fire now, and I am going to return to Wales tomorrow. This journey is not close, I have already gone far enough."

At this time, a new dialogue came from below.

"I'm Suleiman's father." Selim got up from his seat, and walked down the steps, squeezing a smile from the flesh on his face. "My son has a high opinion of you."

"He is a young man with great potential." Ezio's answer was satisfactory.

"Yes, but to be honest, Ezio, if it weren't for Suleiman to plead for you, I should have killed you." Selim's face changed as soon as he saw the smiling face. It is an illusion. His eyes seemed to be on the battlefield, which reminded everyone that his throne and power were not simply inherited, but were made on the battlefield. And he can get to this step, relying on gentleness and generosity by no means. "I warn you, this is our own business within Ottoman. You don't need to intervene. You'd better leave immediately and never come back again!"

With that, Zelin couldn't see what was happening below, as if Selim waved his hand, and the two soldiers walked up and made a leave gesture to Ezio. The Assassin Instructor didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the palace gate.

"His Royal Highness, your father is really approachable." Zelin retracted his gaze and said to Suleiman.

"He has a bad temper, I know this." Suleiman smiled bitterly. "If I didn't find you and you watched it yourself, what would you do?"

"It doesn't matter to me how I react, it depends on your father's words and whether the soldiers took out the weapons."

"What if they did what you said?"

Zelin shrugged, "I have some experience with some things."

Suleiman knew what the demon hunter was talking about. He laughed like a joke, but after noticing Zelin’s eyes, he seemed to realize that the man in front of him was not in this matter. Kidding.

"Don't worry, my father won't know what happened tonight. I hope no one will ever know."

"I think someone who is going home to retire, should not be interested in traveling to the East anymore."

Chapter 1323 Gains and Losses

Zelin didn't plan to come back here again, it was too far for him, and it was too uncomfortable.

In the end, Sultan Selim did not choose to do something in the palace, and did not give Zelin a chance to do something in Topkapi Palace. Suleiman ordered two soldiers to send Zelin out of the palace gate, telling them that this was the European consultant he met during his travels, his guest. When the demon hunter walked to the square outside the palace, Ezio was already there waiting for him.

"You shouldn't have told Suleyman about my whereabouts." Zelin walked towards Ezio, who seemed to have been waiting for a while. "You don't think I will be discovered by the guards inside, do you?"

"Of course I wouldn't think." Ezio stretched out his hand. "Prince Suleiman wants to have a chat with you, and you have seen it. This call is not as bad as we expected."

"Yes, it's not that bad, at least it didn't close the door to arrest you immediately after you walked in. I guess if you make any actions beyond his expectations, the Sultan soldiers in the palace will immediately take the knife out."

Zelin knew what Suleiman was going to do. After such a major event happened in the city, the mentor of the Brotherhood was suddenly summoned. The assassins certainly couldn't be unprepared. Secretly tracking, protecting and assassinating is what these assassins are best at. Suleiman had seen the Knights Templar and the Brotherhood, and understood them to some extent, but his father did not necessarily understand what these two organizations were. They were fragile but firm, and perhaps mobilizing the army could destroy them. The stronghold in the city allows them to hide underground, just as the Byzantine Empire did in the past. But now the Byzantine Empire has long become a noun in history books, and the Brotherhood still exists.

So Suleiman himself became the mediator in the middle, interceded with his father, and then used his relationship with Ezio to stop the other assassins who were chasing him, preventing the two sides from breaking out after the Templars retreated. Although Sultan Selim may be ignorant of all this. Ezio's evaluation of Suleiman is very pertinent. He is a young man with his own ideas, goals and actions.

"Sometimes I can't help but think how challenging it would be for me to have a son like Suleiman."

"Your words sound like feeling the old man in life, Ezio, you are not old yet, and I believe you will have a son worthy of your reputation and conduct." Behind them were getting smaller and smaller. Zelin didn't know how many spies Selim had sent to monitor them. Maybe when they walked out of the palace, there were already spies nearby to monitor whether they would conduct other conspiracy plans. The demon hunter believed that he could find the spies in the nearby shadows. The shadows they used to hide were meaningless to him, but Zelin was not interested in doing this.

Why is he wasting time because of a child who has struggled to grab an apple, but is worried about others coming to grab his things.

"What is the specific departure time set by Selim? I can just check if there is a ship going to Syria. Latakia, is this the name?"

"Zelin, sometimes your geographic knowledge often makes me think you are from a new world." Ezio joked. "Four days, but I don't want to stay here any longer. Selim thinks I might deal with Ahmed again like I dealt with Ahmed. He refused to believe the nonsense of the Knights Templar and the Brotherhood. Sue Lehmann told me this. His father thought that the Brotherhood was just a group of mercenary guilds, and the Templars were a lie that his brothers wove for rebellion."

"But the fact is right in front of him."

Ezio waved his hand and chuckled slightly. "He has recognized these, he will only believe what he is willing to believe, that is, he can control everything, no one can threaten his sultan position. You tell him the threats of the Templars and the Byzantines, he will only speculate on you What is the purpose of fabricating such a lie to deceive him. Selim, Ahmed, and Suleiman, it is incredible that they are a family."

If it is a family, the gap between them is too big. It can only be said that Selim has a good son.

"I think he gave you four days of preparation time, maybe just because Suleiman insisted."

"Yeah, I also told him that he doesn't need him to see me off." Ezio snorted. He and Suleiman have a good relationship, but this does not mean that he will have a good impression of Suleiman's father. This kind of direct threat made him even more annoyed. However, they are all people who can control anger. "My business in Constantinople is finished. It's time to leave. I'm going to Masyaf. After opening the library and finding the knowledge left in it, I will return to Rome. How about you? Zelin, you Has the commission been completed?"

"Actually, this sentence should be said by me. My task has been completed, but what about you, Ezio? Are you sure there is nothing else left to do in Constantinople?" Zelin asked rhetorically. He was sure that the latter had something to do. The corners of Ezio's mouth squirmed slightly, as if to say something, but he was blocked by himself. Finally, he slapped his arm.

"Yes, I almost forgot. I promised Sofia before that after I found the keys to Masyaf Library, I called her to go to the library together. She wanted to collect some ancient books. I think it was more than two hundred years ago. The collection of books is very attractive to her."

"You need to add one more ticket. To be honest, I am still very worried about these strange objects in your hand. I don't know what their value is, but it's definitely more beautiful to use them as decorations than to put them in a vase." Can this thing be studied by the elves and warlocks? Zelin is very interested in collecting some strange-looking things. In the past, when there was no castle, he was just wandering as a demon hunter. Many things in the fort have a headache.

"I don't know what the Templars would think when they heard you were planning to use these things to decorate the house."

"Since it's not for the Templars, do I care what they think?" Zelin shrugged. "Let's go, this **** place is too bad."

The Galata Tower is like a landmark. Standing below, if they want to see the scene on the top of the tower, they have to raise their heads and torture their necks. Zelin didn't have such an idea yet. He didn't need to look up to know that it would be a ghost if there were no Ottoman spies on it. Yousef was waiting for them at the door.

"Master, how's the situation going?" Seeing them walking by, Yousef quickly trot up and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a waste of time." Ezio waved his hand tiredly, indicating that there was no problem.

But for Zelin, it wasn't without any gain, he at least understood one thing.

Neutrality is absolutely necessary.

Zelin didn't know how he would feel if the world were replaced by his world, and the Constantinople Brotherhood would be replaced by the Demon Hunter Academy, when the same thing happened to them. Rise with the fall of the old empire? Or will it die with the decline of the new empire? How could there be a kingdom that will always prosper in the world?

When he first came to Rome, he thought that the organization of the Brotherhood was very suitable for them, but now, he found that it was not the case.

He was wrong.

Organizations will not have tendencies in principle, but people will have tendencies. But the organization is made up of people. The members of the Constantinople Brotherhood still regard themselves as citizens of the Ottoman Empire. Just as they learned that the Templars were going to assassinate Suleiman, their immediate reaction was to protect the Ottoman Empire. The prince, instead of dissolving the Templar conspiracy and taking the opportunity to strike. But once they are involved in this turbulent politics, how can they get away. Perhaps the responsibilities and purpose of the Brotherhood made them destined to deal with the Pope, the King, and the Sultans, but the Demon Hunters were not.

Ezio should have seen some bad signs. In any case, Zelin will not allow his academy and the hunters to follow in the footsteps of the Constantinople Brotherhood.

His predecessors, perhaps already aware of this, will leave such admonitions.