"Okay, I'm not going to leave for a while. The Assassin complied with Asami's words, nodded and sat up in the corner.

He wanted to see each other again, even if he continued to face the inhumane torture, as long as he thought that when his life hung by a thread again, the girl in front of him would appear again to treat him, then it was all worth it.

Ba Asami could only smile bitterly when she heard this, decades of growth have allowed her to see many things in the eyes of others, and the persistence in the other party's heart is obviously not deliberate.

"I'll go first, try to meet him whatever he wants, Yue Zhong will definitely be useful to him. Asami left a sentence and left quickly.

Yue Zhong in the stable had already brought out two batches of horses and began to saddle them.

"Senior sister, I'm making you unhappy again. Yue Zhong took the initiative to apologize when they met again, because his layout in the ancient castle would definitely implicate Ba Asami, otherwise it would be incomplete.

"At least you'll remind me it's part of the plan. Ba Asami took the reins from Yue Zhong and turned over on the horse, "Who let me live in your house, these things are already mentally prepared." ”

The two rode out of the castle one after the other, galloping to their heart's content in the wilderness, and the time was stretched out a lot until they were exhausted.

Smith, who knew nothing to do, fell asleep in bed soon after being set up in the dungeon, and when he woke up, it was completely dark, and after walking to the mirror and combing his messy hair to make his appearance a little more pleasing to the eye, he involuntarily walked to the window and looked at the night outlined by the long dragon of torches, and the silence of the night made him feel uneasy in his heart.

The high-ranking Assassin who followed Smith to the castle had not been heard from for three days, and the members of the local Brotherhood speculated that he had most likely been caught, but the castle had not thrown his body out or cut off his head and hung it in the castle, and he might not have died but was locked up.

After two days of emergency preparations, the other Brotherhood Assassins hastily assembled a rescue team in an attempt to rescue the high-ranking Assassin by raiding the castle of Xiaomei's house tonight.

Now that both religious forces such as the Knights Templar and Assassin organizations have entered the end of their decline, and those who can be promoted to high-ranking Assassins are even rarer, and it is normal for a high-ranking Assassin to mobilize a people.

Dozens of Assassins wandering in the shadows avoided the firelight and silently touched the edge of the castle through the cracks in the darkness, and the new equipment eliminated the hook claws that allowed them to easily climb the flat walls, and soon the Assassins crossed the outer walls of the castle and reached the inside of the castle.

"Someone on duty?" the uninvited Assassins gathered in the shadows after shooting down a few torches, their eyes intertwined to indicate their common doubts at the moment, most likely that their actions had been exposed.

"The Knights Templar are also here, and we have dealt with a few outposts on the periphery, why are they completely unguarded in the castle?" Smith naturally did not rely entirely on Yue Chong's strength to defend himself after discovering that his whereabouts had been targeted by the Assassins, and the outposts on the periphery of the castle were arranged by him, but Yue Chong obviously would not allow the armed forces of the Templars to enter the castle, so he had no control over this place, but the Brotherhood Assassins did not know these things.

The Assassins were ready to sacrifice before the operation began, so even in the face of the Longtan Tiger's Den, they still felt that they had to break through: "Split up." ”

Several of the Assassins immediately jumped from the top of the city and into the haystack of the stables, but they were never able to get back up again, closing their eyes and gritting their teeth to keep themselves from making a sound.

The traps in the haystacks caught their limbs or torsos, and the owner of the castle knew their usual routine, and it was merciful enough not to set a more sinister trap.

"Change places!" The Assassins who followed knew something was wrong when they didn't get a response from their companions, and they quickly changed their strategy and began to land along the inner wall.

However, the pathfinders were unable to move halfway through, as their bodies were firmly glued to the wall like flies on a dipping board.

The Assassins then attempted various infiltrates, but all of them were trapped by a myriad of bizarre but non-lethal traps, losing most of their numbers to the enemy, but not even knowing where the enemy was.

As the Assassin leading the operation, he crouched on the arrow tower, and he felt the difficulty of this mission, as the other party not only expected their arrival, but even deduced all their course of action, not so much to prevent them from infiltrating as to try to catch them one by one.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through obstacles and lock directly onto every life, and he saw everything in the castle.

Most of the people were sleeping in the wings, only the study of the owner of the castle was still holding the lamp, and a middle-aged man was sitting there.

He seemed to see himself as well, and even waved his hand across the wall to greet him.

"People are in the dungeon, forcibly break through!" The assassin who turned on Hawkeye sat down weakly in place, and the consumption of his body when he turned on the all-seeing Hawkeye was too great, and the blood of their generation of assassins had become much thinner, and it was difficult to use Hawkeye like the ancestors and still be able to sneak in and assassinate normally.

The remaining Assassins were instructed to rush to the entrance of the dungeon, regardless of the risk of exposure.

The unlocked dungeon door was breached, and there was still no guard inside, but they encountered many traps again on their way, and even the most agile they were counted into it, and finally they were trapped on the stairs, in the cell, or under the floor.

The last Assassin staggered to the high-ranking Assassin's cell with an arrow pierced through his calf, and then the drug was fully exerted, causing him to collapse limply in the doorway.

The movement outside had already caught the attention of the high-ranking assassins, and when he saw that his companions who rescued him were trapped one by one in a slightly comical posture, and the last person had just walked in front of him and collapsed, a chill crept up in his heart.

The enemy is not terrible to be insidious or cruel and ferocious, what really makes people see and frighten is that he completely plays with the unknown enemy in the palm of his hand, as if he has insight into all the possibilities of his own actions in advance and personally directs this coincidental rescue farce.

The owner of this castle is probably not something that the Brotherhood should provoke.