"Knock! knock!"

"Come in!"

Hearing Arno's voice, James and his daughter opened the door to the conference room and walked inside.

Arno looked at the two people who walked through the door, wearing assassin uniforms, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's very suitable, but I think the two of you are about to take off their uniforms, I hope you don't mind." ”

James glared, "Why? Did we do something wrong, Mentor?"

Arno stretched out his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down, while comforting, "No, you may have misunderstood, I'm not trying to recycle the uniform, and the uniform is still in your own custody. ”

James took Sevilla to sit in a chair, a little confused: "Then what do you mean by taking off your uniform?"

Arno shrugged: "After all, you are not like other assassins, who have been living in Dorian Castle, other assassins don't have to worry about revealing their identities because of their clothing, and you have your own family and your own home, so you can only do it during your mission or when you come to the castle, no, it should be said that you must wear a uniform, but you can wear bracers all the time, of course, you need to disguise it properly." ”

James looked at his uniform regretfully: "Okay, it looks like we really need to take off this uniform when we get home......"

Arno put his hands on the table, "Okay, let's change the subject, what do you think of the werewolf who attacked you last night?"

James withdrew his gaze from his uniform and looked at Arnold: "I can't tell which nobleman did it, there are too many powerful people who hate me, and the only thing I can be sure of is that the Marx family is not involved in this matter." ”

Arno raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, why are you so sure?"

James sighed: "A few days before we were attacked, Antonio Marx came to the house to propose to Sevilla, I didn't agree, I didn't refuse bluntly, I told him to let him go back first, I need to think about it for a few days. ”

Arno nodded in agreement: "Well, if that's the case, I don't think you're wrong." ”

He frowned and wondered, "But, in such an environment as the Kenway family, why would the Marx family make such a move? The Marx family is not strong enough to ignore the threat of other London nobles, what benefit will the Marx family gain by doing this......"

James shook his head: "I don't know much about this......"

Arno rubbed his brows with a headache: "It seems that we can't get an answer for the time being, so, do you think you will still be attacked?"

James pondered for a moment: "Hmm...... I think we should be attacked again, even my two sons and wife!"

Arnold's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table: "Then what do you think?"

James stood up, bowed solemnly to Arno, and pleaded, "Your Excellency, can my two children and my wife also become assassins and join the Brotherhood?"

Arno looked at James, who had his head buried low, and he stood up and walked to the window in the conference room, with his hands behind his back, looking out the window and contemplating.

Seville watched her father standing aside with his head buried and pleading with his mentor, she frowned distressedly, stood up, walked behind Arno, and knelt on one knee: "I beg you, merciful mentor......"

Arno turned around, looked at James and his daughter, and sighed softly: "I agree with them to come to live in Dorian Castle, but whether they can become assassins or not, I need to observe, there is a shortage of handymen and cooks in the castle now, if you accept, you can bring them over tomorrow, receive treatment in the castle, and then start working after they recover from their injuries"

James was stunned, as if he didn't expect Arno to do this, however, he finally agreed, because he had no other way to protect his family: "Thank you for your generosity, I will personally bring them to the castle tomorrow." ”

Arnold sat down in his seat, took the quill pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and buried his head in writing on the paper: "Hmm...... I suggest that you take care of your personal affairs during the day tomorrow, and that tomorrow night I will take you and Seville on your first mission since becoming an Assassin, and remember not to be late. ”

James reached out and took the note from Arnold, looking at the note with the mission goal and location written on it.

Objective: Reach your destination and find your mentor quietly.

Target location: East London - 065 Whitechapel Road - Rooftop.

James held up the note and looked at Arnold in surprise: "Your Excellency, aren't we going with you?"

Arnold stuck his quill in the inkwell and leaned back in his chair: "This is my first test for you, you must reach your destination in uniform without anyone noticing. ”

James frowned, "I'm not questioning your decision, but... We have just received the inheritance, and we are not familiar with the practice, don't you feel a little too anxious to carry out a task of this difficulty right away?"

Arno looked at James with a smile in his eyes: "I don't think that knowledge has been engraved in your body and soul since you obtained the inheritance, and the best way to familiarize yourself is to carry out tasks!"

James nodded helplessly: "Understood, after we send our family to the castle tomorrow night, we will immediately rush to the mission, if you insist..."

Arnold picked up the quill from the inkwell and began to write: "I insist, I think Mr. Meghan will be happy to have your family here, you go back first, your family should be worried." ”

James led Seville and bowed to Arno's chest: "Have a nice day, Your Excellency, Mentor, then we will leave first..."

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"Sha, sha, sha!"

Arno was the only one left in the room to write, and the sound of a quill sliding on the paper was extremely harsh in the quiet of the conference room.

"Squeak~"

Arno looked at the white paper scratched by a quill pen, and frowned slightly: "Why did you come back?"

The window not far behind Arno was opened, and a man in a brown trench coat with short shawls hanging on both shoulders of the trench coat and a hawksbill hood of the same color on his head sat on the edge of the window, the hood covering his face, making it impossible to see his face: "I'm just a little worried, is it really good for Arno to let them join the brotherhood so casually?"

Arnold put the quill pen on the paper, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked: "I don't think you have to worry about ......"