Assassin’s Adventure

Gordon ended up standing in the assassin's camp overnight, he can understand the assassin's behavior, they kill to save more people, like the corrective force of this world, but they can't stand in the position of ruler for this world after all Make rules.

But understanding does not mean not being angry. I can understand the reason why you are doing this from your point of view, but I can't stand the harm this has caused me.

In order to ensure the purity of belief, the Assassin recruited people from the bottom, because these people are oppressed, he can better understand the value of freedom, and is willing to sacrifice his life for it.

The Templars crowded into the aristocratic class, using their ideas to win over the upper class to work for it, and using their imaginary new world theory, they became the makers of the rules of this world.

Therefore, assassins can only walk in the dark world forever. After all, in this world, 10% of the people control 90% of the world's wealth. Likewise, they have the same rights.

"We need to change all of this, we need to redefine the rules of the world."

Gordon said this to Atabai. To be honest, he has never had any lofty pursuits. Like all living beings, he is chasing after gold coins, as well as the material enjoyment and relative freedom it brings.

But now, he seems to have found a little bit of faith. After all, there are so many people in this world who are fighting for the balance of the world, not hesitate to stain their hands with innocent blood, or risk their own lives.

"For thousands of years, there's not just one person who thinks the same as you, becomes the rule maker, and then changes the status quo. But you know the outcome."

The result is naturally self-evident, if someone succeeds, the assassin will not maintain this tradition for 10,000 years.

"When you step into that class, you will spontaneously maintain your own rule and maintain the current order. If not, the upper class will try their best to kill you, a rule-breaker. Of course, if you integrate into them smoothly, you will become an assassin. one on the list."

"I see, Master."

Gordon already has some idea of ​​how the road ahead should be taken, although the road is full of bumps and blood.

"Remember our creed?"

"I remember."

"When the world's mind blindly follows the so-called truth, remember - nothing is true; when the world's actions are governed by morality or law, remember - all things are allowed. Take this, when you need help, will Someone found you."

Atabai took out a simple ring from his arms, and the brass carved eagle was lifelike, which was their totem and their belief.

Gordon took it, but he didn't put it on his hand, he just held it tightly in his hand. For the first time, he finally felt that he was no longer fighting alone and had some support.

Early the next morning, the Assassin's camp became noisy at dawn. Facing the dawn, they came in groups on the cliff. Here, a towering wreck stood, and they began their day of practice. Mayan ruins, to meet the sun.

Climbing can exercise the muscles and coordination of a person's whole body. It is the basic skill of the assassin to survive in the city. Gordon just stood below and stared, and then watched Atabai come over.

"Master, I think it's time for me to leave, and I will follow the orders of the Imperial Navy to Port Royal."

"The last thing you need to know about your lineage."

"...I was born into the poor."

"Come with me and you'll know."

Atabai waved his hand, and then walked towards the interior of the Mayan ruins.

There is no road here, and there are ruins everywhere, but this can't stop the assassin. After flying over the walls, he came to the hall where Edward arrived.

"This is a saint. According to the report of the returned assassin, the person they saw in Havana is exactly the same as the statue."

"I know that Saint Roberts is exactly the same as the person in front of him."

"They can survive for thousands of years, reincarnating constantly, with memories and special abilities of previous lives, they are the ancestors. And we, have their blood."

"Do we have the blood of our ancestors in our bodies?"

"It brings us superhuman reflexes, sharper insight, physical fitness beyond the limits of the human body, and - eagle eyes. You never seem to have thought about why eagle eyes exist. The difference between us and ordinary people comes from the first The blood of the people, smear your blood here."

There is a low stone pillar in front of the Roberts statue.

Gordon stepped forward, pulled out the sleeve blade that popped out of his right hand, and cut his fingers. Blood was smeared on the stone pillar, and as the grooves of the stone pillar flowed, golden light flashed in the space.

The stone wall was vibrating, but it finally returned to calm, like a stubborn stone door without the right key.

"Assassin's blood is not enough to open this ruin, but it proves our bloodline for us. Gordon, not all assassins have eagle eyes, and not all assassins can become masters. You have this potential, but you still need to grow. "

"I will keep your orders in mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gordon finally left the camp alone, but he didn't feel lonely in his heart. He didn't know if he was a member of the Assassin Brotherhood. He didn't take the oath, and he didn't Putting on that dress, he obtained the promise of the assassin.

Before leaving, Atabai also gave him a final exhortation: "If you want to climb from the most basic, it is tantamount to ascending to the sky. You may spend decades of hard work on it and learn to take advantage of the situation."

Of course, he never thought of starting from scratch. This world is no longer the era before the Great Voyage. The division of forces in this world has been clearly defined. He needs to take advantage of the situation and use the power of Andrea, that is, the Lannister family.

The Jackdaw remained at the seaside, and because of Gordon's injunction, the sailors stayed on board, and no one came ashore, waiting for the captain to return.

"Ellen, ready to set sail."

Gordon climbed up from the side of the ship and watched the sailor lay bored on the deck.

"Where are we going? Captain."

"Kingston."

"Yes, Captain! All ready to set sail!"

sieve! sieve!

Mickey blew the boatswain's rallying whistle, causing the sleeping sailor to rush out of the cabin.

"Hurry down and let me down the sail and pull up the anchor!"

"Mitch, what's up with those black people?"

"Captain, according to your instructions, I gave them two small boats to leave. But it's almost a wilderness. Can they survive?"

"Ha, they are black people. The land in Africa is even more barren and barren than here. I can only help them here."

"Captain, how long will we be staying in Kingston this time?"

"I don't know. If it goes well, it will be three days. If it doesn't go well, I can't say. By the way, go and ask Smith to help me prepare something to eat."

"Yes Captain."