Chapter 55 Gaining and Losing

Eagle's Nest, the headquarters of Assassin faction assassins, is a castle located deep in the mountains, known for being easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Here, there is an excellent environment, and the food and clothing are all top-notch. Not for anything else, just because this is the top assassin training base.

In 1084 AD, Hassan, an important Egyptian minister, was driven out of Egypt all the way because the eldest son of the emperor supported by him failed to compete for the throne. But this old man who has been in the position of minister all his life has already paved the way for himself.

What Maca saw just now was this ambitious old guy.

Now he is called Shan Lao, leading the entire Ismaili sect, and is trying to overthrow the Seljuk dynasty. It can be said that although a person is old, the ambition in his heart is still full.

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

He still has no way of knowing the content of the mission, but it is nothing more than to assassinate a certain character. Although he still hasn't figured out Rowena's intentions, and he doesn't know whether he can do such a thing as killing people, but he can only go on.

Since I was given a mission when I first arrived here, it shouldn't be a mistake to follow the mission. Maca thought to himself.

The memories that flooded into my mind inexplicably did not appear to be messy. The assassin named Alani was Assassin's first batch of assassins. In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Maca the most was some mild magical knowledge mixed in it.

'Swift', 'quiet', 'concentration'...these are all rough applications of the rules, Maca said while adapting to the horse according to his memory, while distractedly sorting out his 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 used on the basis of will. If no one teaches, it is obviously extremely difficult to try to learn.

But right now, Maca can clearly feel how to use them.

The horse's footsteps are very fast, but no matter how fast it takes time. After several days, Maca finally arrived at the destination.

He led the horse to the stable of the hotel, fed some grain and water, and then walked to the poor area on the edge of the city. The location of the joint is in a certain basement there.

Using the regular and complicated knock on the door as a signal, Maca was successfully ushered into the basement.

Subordinate Shanlao, the guardian of secrets, this is proof of mission.

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

He handed the parchment scroll to the man sitting behind the table, and after the man confirmed the seal, he gently opened it and read it.

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

For faith!

Maca agreed casually, took a stack of documents, and then turned and left decisively.

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

The target person is a high-ranking member of the Sunni sect, who also has certain power in the dynasty. Maca pondered for a while, 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, and the key is to be careful in everything.

a few days later...

Maca has been squatting diagonally opposite the opponent's mansion for more than three hours. Hiding his figure in a high place, he watched carefully through the dense tree canopy. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows through, and the branches sway, blowing away the stuffy heat in the air.

Dark clouds are faintly spreading in the sky,

It looked like a downpour was inevitable tonight.

Today's situation is not bad, and the guards in the mansion are almost figured out, so we can do it.

Maca touched the dagger in his arms, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still has doubts about the assassination - he doesn't know what will happen to him then. And the newly added memories in his mind were so bloody that it made him feel sick.

It's been a long time, I'm afraid it will be affected... Maca couldn't help but sighed.

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

Maca waited for a while, then pulled out the dagger and held it tightly in his hand.

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

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

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

Patrol officers have a few minutes between breaks, which is easy.

The long-term training has made this body's physical fitness and explosive power very good. After just a few steps on the spot, it directly stepped on the wall and climbed to the window sill on the second floor.

Use a tool to pry open the plug on the inside of the window, and after the probe checks, it is followed by a roll and landed firmly in the corridor.

After a while, the second patrol passed by downstairs, and he didn't alarm anyone.

The bedroom is on the far right side of the corridor. At this moment, the target is still in the bathroom. Maca quickly and silently gallops through the corridor, swiftly like a cheetah walking in the dark.

The bedroom was large, but there weren't many places to hide. Maca searched around, but accidentally found a secret door under the bed.

It's no wonder that the structure on the first floor is a bit strange. It turns out that there is a little space hidden here.

To open this secret door, the bed needs to be moved. Maca decided not to act rashly, and wait until the task is completed to see if there is a chance.

He hid himself in the small space behind the bed, waiting for the target to arrive.

As it turned out, he had timed it accurately. Not long after, the target opened the door and entered, laying down on the bed and falling asleep shaking his fat body.

So, drinking is easy to go wrong.

After the target was completely asleep, Maca nimbly came to the bedside with a sharp dagger in hand.

But when he was about to make a move, he paused as he expected.

The blade of the dagger rested on the target's neck, and as it moved forward a little bit, a cold light appeared on the blade. There was a faint hint of dark blue in the luster, which was obviously poisonous.

Are you really going to strike? Is it necessary? Facing a defenseless person, as long as he lightly sends the edge of the blade, 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? Maca asked herself again, but she still couldn't find the answer.

As time passed, the target was still sleeping soundly, but as an assassin, Maca had beads of sweat on his forehead.

The weather was still very hot, the sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, and the air was so stuffy that people almost fainted.

boom!

A thunderbolt flashed in the clouds outside, illuminating Maca's face at this moment—his expression was full of struggle.

Boom—!

There was another flash of lightning, and the target seemed to be disturbed, frowning and moving. But this chubby middle-aged man could never imagine that it was such a movement that killed him on the spot.

With an almost instinctive wave, the blood in his throat suddenly gushed out, and the opponent obviously struggled a few times. But Maca's gloved left hand firmly held down the opponent's mouth, so powerful that he couldn't move at all.

Soon, only a cold corpse and an assassin whose whole body was frozen remained on the bed.

boom!

The third bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire mansion, and also illuminating the dripping bright red bed in the bedroom.

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, Maca gradually recovered.

What a terrible assassination. He glanced at the filth on his body and said with a wry smile. If you look at it according to the judgment in training, it's obviously unqualified.

Although it was unqualified, there was no commotion just now. Maca pushed the bed away a few inches, and then heard a slight click—the secret door opened.

This is a small dark room that can only be entered by one person bending over. Inside, there are a lot of gold and silver property, as well as many secret documents.

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

People in Eagle's Nest are never short of money. What's more, what's hidden in this body now is Maca, even if you take it, it's probably useless.

what is this?

Suddenly, Maca caught a glimpse of a tightly bound box.

He cut off the overlapping ropes with a dagger, opened the box and saw that it was an Arabian dagger.

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

Maca didn't touch it lightly, but she couldn't see anything just by looking at it.

But if he doesn't touch it, it doesn't mean he can really stop touching it.

I felt an inexplicable force surge from Maca's heart, impelling him invisible, and stretched out his hand to the handle of the dagger. Even though he reacted quickly, the will to resist was useless. At this moment, his hands did not listen to him 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 hadn't noticed anything unusual. He just felt that the creepy feeling that the blade wiped across the neck just now disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, Maca felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when his vision became clear again, he found that the scene had returned to the room of the Old Man in Eagle's Nest.

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

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

Yes. Maka felt that her tone seemed to have become a lot colder.