harry potter book of crimes

The Eagle's Nest, the headquarters of the Assassin sect, is a castle located deep in the mountains. It is famous for being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Here, there is an extremely excellent environment, and the food and clothing are all top-notch. For no other reason than this is the top assassin training base.

In 1084 AD, the Egyptian minister Hassan was driven out of Egypt because the eldest son of the emperor whom he supported failed in his bid for the throne. However, this old man who had been in the position of minister all his life had already paved the way for his own escape.

What Maka saw just now was this ambitious old guy.

Now he is known as the "Shan Lao", leading the entire Ismaili sect, and is trying to overthrow the Seljuk dynasty. It can be said that although the man is old, his heart is still full of ambitions.

Maka was riding a horse on a path in the mountains. She looked back and saw the eagle's nest shining brightly in the morning sun, as dazzling as a rising star.

He still doesn't know the content of the mission, but it is nothing more than to assassinate someone. Although he still hasn't figured out Rowena's intention, and he doesn't know whether he can do such a thing as murder, but he can only Keep walking.

"Since I was given a mission when I first got here, it shouldn't be wrong to follow the mission." Maka thought to herself.

The memories that inexplicably flooded into my mind were not messy. This assassin named "Alani" was one of Assassin's first assassins. In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Maka the most, Or some light magical knowledge mixed in it.

"'Swiftness', 'silence', 'concentration'...these are rough applications of rules," Maka adjusted to the horse according to her memory while still distractedly organizing her thoughts.

"...Is this Rowena telling me how to use the rules?"

Perhaps this is also one of Rowena's intentions. After all, these applications are all based on "will". If no one teaches them, it is obviously extremely difficult to learn.

But now, Maka can clearly feel how to use them.

The horse's footsteps are very fast, but no matter how fast it is, it still takes time. A few days later, Maka finally arrived at the destination.

He led the horse to the stable of the hotel, fed it with some food, grass and water, and then walked to the slums on the edge of the city. The meeting point was in a basement there.

Using the regular and complicated knocking on the door as a signal, Maka was successfully led to the basement.

"Shan Lao's subordinate, the guardian of secrets, this is mission proof."

In the dark basement, the air seemed very turbid, and the corners of the walls were wet and covered with stains and mottled spots.

He handed the parchment roll to the man sitting behind the table. After the man confirmed the sealing paint, he gently opened it and read it again.

"Dear Guardian, this is the task we applied for, please be sure to complete it cleanly." The man said respectfully, "Everything is for faith!"

"For faith!"

Maka agreed casually, took a stack of information, then decisively turned around and left.

The purpose of the operation is not complicated, but no matter what, it is undoubtedly a very difficult task to assassinate an identity person.

The target person is a high-ranking Sunni believer who also has a certain degree of power in the dynasty. Maca thought about it and chose the location at the other party's home.

The other party's information is already very complete, including when and where it will appear, what to do every day, and even the flat map of each place is clearly marked.

It’s just that accidents are always inevitable, so being careful is the key.

A few days later…

Maka has been squatting diagonally across from the other party's mansion for more than three hours. Hiding her figure from a high place, she looked out carefully through the dense canopy of trees. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, and the branches swayed, blowing away the air.

In the sweltering heat.

There are faint dark clouds spreading towards this side of the sky, and it seems that there will inevitably be a heavy rain at night.

"The situation today is not bad. We have almost figured out the configuration of the guards in the mansion, so we can start."

Maka touched the dagger in her arms, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still had doubts about assassination - he didn't know what kind of situation he would be in. And the new memories in his mind were so bloody that they made him want to vomit.

"After a long time, I'm afraid it will be affected..." Maka couldn't help but sigh.

Another two hours passed, and it was getting dark. The target had also returned to the mansion. He was currently taking a bath, and should go to the bedroom to rest soon.

Maka waited for a while, then took out the dagger and held it tightly in her hand.

The time has come, no matter what, it is time to act.

The process of infiltrating was surprisingly smooth. It can be said that those trainings have almost become the instinct of this body.

He walked nimbly against the wall. The "silent" effect made him come and go silently, and he quickly jumped to the inside of the wall.

"The patrol officers had a few minutes to spare, which was very relaxing."

Long-term training has made this body's physical fitness and explosive power quite outstanding. He only took a few steps on the spot and climbed directly to the window sill on the second floor by stepping on the wall.

Use a tool to pry open the bolt on the inside of the window. After checking with a probe, it rolled over and landed firmly in the corridor.

After a while, a second patrol patrol passed by downstairs, but he didn't alert anyone.

The bedroom is on the far right side of the corridor, and the target is still in the bathroom at this moment. Maka quickly and silently ran through the corridor, as fast as a cheetah walking in the dark.

The bedroom was large, but there were not many hiding places. Maka looked around and accidentally found a secret door under the bed.

"No wonder the structure on the first floor is a bit strange. It turns out there is some space hidden here."

Opening the secret door required moving the bed, so Maka decided not to do anything rashly and wait until the task was completed to see if there was a chance.

He will hide himself in the small space behind the bed and wait for the target to arrive.

Facts have proved that he calculated the time very accurately. Not long after, the target pushed open the door and walked in. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep, shaking his body.

"So, drinking can easily cause trouble."

After the target fell asleep completely, Maka came to the bedside with a sharp dagger in hand.

But when he was about to take action, he paused just as he expected.

The blade of the dagger was placed on the target's neck. As it moved forward a little, a cold light appeared on the blade. The luster showed a faint hint of dark blue, which was obviously quenched with poison.

"Do you really want to attack? Is this necessary?" Facing an unarmed person, as long as the blade is gently moved, even the mixed snake venom on the blade can quickly take away the opponent's life.

Such an easy move made Maka stiff all over.

"Is this necessary?" Maka asked herself again, but she still couldn't find the answer.

Time passed little by little, and the target was still sleeping soundly, but as an assassin, Maka had beads of sweat on his forehead.

The weather is still very hot, the sky outside the window is covered with dark clouds, and the air is so stuffy that one almost feels faint.

"boom!"

A lightning flashed in the clouds outside, illuminating Maka's face at this moment - his expression was full of struggle.

"Boom——!"

There was another bolt of lightning, and the target seemed to be disturbed. He frowned and moved. But this chubby middle-aged man could never imagine that such a move would kill him on the spot.

He waved almost instinctively, and the blood in his throat suddenly surged. The opponent obviously struggled a few times. But Maka's gloved left hand firmly pressed the opponent's mouth, and the powerful force made it impossible to move at all.

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Soon, only a cold corpse and an assassin whose whole body was stiff were left on the bed.

"boom!"

The third bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire mansion and the bed in the bedroom that was filled with bright red.

This feeling is really indescribable. Although it is not that I have never seen death, the feeling of doing it myself is still unforgettable. After a while, Maka gradually recovered.

"What a terrible assassination," he glanced at the filth on his body and said with a wry smile, "If we look at it according to the judgment during training, this is obviously unqualified."

Although it was unqualified, there was no noise just now. Maka pushed the bed a few inches, and then heard a slight "click" - the secret door opened.

This is a small dark room that can only allow one person to bend down to enter. Inside, there are a large amount of gold and silver property, as well as many secret documents.

Maka picked up a few documents and looked at them, but found that they were not of much use.

The people in the Eagle's Nest are never short of money. What's more, what's hidden in this body now is Maka. Even if you take it, it will probably be of no use.

"What's this?"

Suddenly, Maka caught a glimpse of a tightly tied box.

He used a dagger to cut off the overlapping ropes, opened the box and saw an Arab-style dagger.

It's just that this dagger is obviously unusual. It has traces of transparent fluctuations on it, and there is a faint and mysterious atmosphere, which looks very mysterious.

Maka didn't touch it easily, but she couldn't tell anything just by looking at it.

But just because he doesn't touch it doesn't mean that he can really stop touching it.

He felt an inexplicable force surge from Maka's heart, invisibly driving him to reach out his hand to the handle of the dagger. Even though he reacted quickly, the will to resist had no effect. In this

For a moment, his hands didn't obey his control at all.

The moment he touched the dagger, a cold breath spread from his fingers to his whole body. The feeling was indescribable. Although it was not painful, it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he didn't notice anything strange. He just felt that the frightening feeling that the blade had just wiped across the person's neck disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Suddenly, Maka felt his vision blurry. When his vision became clear again, he found that the scene had returned to the "Shan Lao"'s room in the Eagle's Nest.

"...Alani, this mission will be very difficult. You must prepare carefully."

The old man still had his back turned to him, and his voice was still low and slow, but the curvature of his back had obviously increased. It may have been several years since the last time.

"Yes." Maka felt that her tone seemed to have become much colder.