Part-time as God of the Heavens

Instead of trusting others, trust yourself.

Zhou Yi rarely pinned his hopes on others, let alone when they were politicians.

Don't you see, a man with the surname of a certain Chuan, as the president, he can turn his face and refuse to recognize anyone he has promised!

From the beginning to the end, Zhou Yi never thought of relying on the power of the government. It would be better to help. If not, it would be harmless.

As long as they don't stab in the back under the threat of the high table, Zhou Yi will be thankful.

After Anderson agreed to contact the Minister of Defense, Zhou Yi left the villa, ripped off Ethan Hunt's headgear, and returned to the [Former Assassin Brotherhood Headquarters], [now the temporary stronghold of the Knights Templar].

After all the land was taken down, wouldn't it be a waste to just leave?

It just so happened that the Knights Templar did not have a fixed base yet. The vast majority of the current reserve Templars are also the original assassins. There is also a magical loom here, and we may be able to get more information in the future. .

Therefore, this place was occupied by Zhou Yi and the others.

Zhou Yi also mentioned this to Anderson, and Anderson made a decision on the spot.

He could still do such a small thing.

As soon as Zhou Yi returned to the base, he found that the eyes of those assassins looking at him contained a trace of awe.

"Did you publicize my identity?" Zhou Yi asked when he found Carlos and others.

"We made a slight modification," Carlos replied. "Except for not publicizing the fact that you are an extraterrestrial visitor, everything else was basically said."

"Fate no longer trusts the assassins, chooses the Templars, and places their hopes on you. May you bring order back to the world." Wesley said, "How is it?"

"It's almost," Zhou Yi nodded. "Then, now that we have a stronghold, the Knights Templar, it's time to rebuild."

"You mean..." Fox asked.

"You can only be counted as preparatory Templars now," Zhou Yi said with a cross in his hand, "it's time to turn positive and start spreading the word!"

"Can I ask what you mean by spreading fire?"

"Passing on the fire of hope of civilization, the meaning of the light of order..."

This kind of remarks that sounded quite reasonable at first, but are actually completely nonsense, Zhou Yi has long believed in "mouth" and "speaking".

...

"Okay, that's about it." Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction.

"...That's it?" Wick couldn't help speaking.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Zhou Yi asked rhetorically.

"I mean, no branding, or something?" Wick's eyes twitched.

Just now, Zhou Yi just took a small notebook, registered the information of each of them, and then sent a cross to each of them!

The dignified Templars, a powerful organization that brings order to the world, is this the joining ceremony? That's it? That's it?

"New era, new atmosphere, so we don't fix those bells and whistles!"

"Oh, yes, I also forgot one thing," Zhou Yi took out another piece of paper and handed it to them, "Please circulate it, this is the creed of the Templars, remember, it's best to transcribe it, I'll check later."

"Okay, don't look at me like that. I also know that this kind of joining ceremony is rather sloppy, but with the current conditions of the organization, it can't be bigger, right?"

Seeing Wick and the others staring at him in a daze, Zhou Yi had to tell one of the real reasons, "I promise, after the high table is killed, I will make up for the grandest one for you!"

As for the second real reason for concealment... Naturally, it's because of shame!

After several exercises, Zhou Yi found that his level of tolerance for shame seemed to be the limit.

If the exercise doesn't work, it's torture. In this case, Zhou Yi made the decision not to be embarrassed if he can, or not to be second if he can.

Therefore, this kind of Knights Templar joining ceremony with relatively few people present, of course, can be saved as much as possible!

"Wick, what did Winston say?" Seeing that everyone seemed to be struggling with this matter, Zhou Yi immediately changed the subject and asked.

"Winston said we could meet and talk," Wick said. "You set the time. He has been at the Continental Hotel in New York."

"Okay, then tomorrow morning." Zhou Yi nodded.

"Now, let's renovate our first stronghold of the Knights Templar first..."

...

The next day, early in the morning, at the Continental Hotel in New York.

"Mr. Zhou, what are you looking for me for?" Winston sat on the sofa and looked at Zhou Yi.

Wick and Winston are friends. In order to prevent Winston's inappropriate attitude and cause some unnecessary troubles that could have been avoided, Wick told Winston something in advance when contacting Winston to confirm the meeting time that night. Winston.

For example, Zhou Yi's identity as a Templar, and being recognized by fate to bring order to the world.

And, they just took over the Assassin Brotherhood.

That's why Winston's attitude towards Zhou Yi is so serious now, even his name is serious.

"I believe that Wick has told you something about me, Mr. Winston."

The fact that Wick gave Winston some information was in Zhou Yi's expectation, and Zhou Yi didn't care, he said, "So, let's go straight to the topic?"

"Okay." Winston nodded.

"Mr. Winston, how many years have you run the Continental Hotel New York?"

"Forty years."

"So, have you ever thought that one day, you will be free from the control of the high table, you will no longer be threatened by others, you will no longer be the minions of others, and you will be your own master?"

"what do you mean?"

"I can give you this chance." Zhou Yi took a sip of wine, "Did Wick tell you about my purpose?"

"Yes," Winston nodded. "At first, I wasn't very optimistic, but now... I don't think you're talking big."

"It's normal, there's no evidence, so there's no need to trust," Zhou Yi smiled indifferently, not caring, "Now, you have seen my strength, if you are willing to join the Knights Templar, I can give you higher than this status."

"What status?"

"After this is done, I will leave. At that time, you will be the [Elder] of the Knights Templar, how?"

"This cake...the drawing is a little too big." Winston replied after a while, "It makes me feel a little unreal."

"My purpose is just to bring order back to the world, and the things that follow are not in my plan, and I don't want to take care of it, so I need to find someone who is interested, capable, and able to do this. People you can trust, just in case it turns into a new mess later."

"You believe me?"

"I believe in Wick, and you can be friends with him, so I think you can.

How is it, what do you think? "

"It was a really difficult choice to make."

Winston smiled and shook his head. "A 60-70-year-old bone like me, generally speaking, has worn down all my ambitions."

"Even if I become an [Elder] of the Knights Templar, how long can I sit still?"

"However, if it is still under the rule of the high table, as it has been for more than 40 years before, I will stay in this position until I die, waiting for the high table to send someone to take over my efforts."

"So, even if there is not much time left, even if the possibility of success is not high, even if it is successful, I may not be able to sit in that position..."

"Compared to the position that is absolutely impossible to change now, hope is a good choice."

"so--

I'm in. "

"Welcome to the Knights Templar, Mr. Winston." Zhou Yi raised his glass.

Just like the moment when the cooperation with Wick was confirmed, the wine glass made a crisp sound when touched.

"As a present," said Winston, smiling, "one of my guests here, perhaps, you would be interested in meeting."

ps: Templar Creed↓

Remember our goals -

To lead all restless souls to the path of serenity;

To lead all stirring desires till the fiery blood cools;

To lead all floating wills, even into steady contemplation;

One of us never hides our intentions—

If the world is already in chaos, if the people are overwhelmed, when people shoot bullets at their fellow citizens for their own selfish desires, and pierce the blade of freedom into their hot chest!

That's where our Templars appear.

May the Knights be forever blessed to defend the temple under the scorching sun.

May the Father of Cognitive Insight guide us.

Is it sweet or spicy? I am Assasin!