Long Dream ......

In her dreams, Helena sang the whaler's song over and over again, her voice as distant as a siren, wafting back and forth in the blue of Nuotong.

Like the sound of the waves.

Crash...... Crash......

Hearing the sound of the waves, Lorraine slowly opened her eyes.

He was lying in a brick and stone building with a very high ceiling, which looked like a tower, slender and straight, but the tower was empty, and only the high spire let in the light of the sky, telling him that it was daytime.

He didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, but he wanted to know more about the purpose of the tower's construction.

The walls were empty, and the builders had never thought about how to get to the spire?

If the man is afraid of heights and doesn't want to go to the spire in the first place, then he only needs to build a bungalow.

The house is too small and too high......

"How did it come to this?" Subconsciously, he blurted out his question.

A sandy female voice on the side replied, "This is the Black Harbor Lighthouse." Originally, there was a ladder on the wall, but it rotted and killed people when it collapsed. ”

"That's bad luck." Lorraine muttered and turned her head to the cat-like coffee-colored girl, "What a coincidence, we met again." ”

The girl, as always, was wrapped in that filthy gown, revealing only her face and hands.

She played with a thin, short sharp knife in the palm of her hand, and danced dazzlingly for a while, and then straightened the tip of the knife, and danced on her slender fingers in turn, which was pleasing to the eye.

Lorraine complimented: "Your knife plays well. ”

The girl obviously didn't talk too much about sex, but just said lightly: "Personal hobbies." ”

"Strange hobby ......"

Lorraine frowned and propped herself up.

He saw that his upper body was naked, and his shirt had been cut into thin strips of cloth on his body, white, brown, white, brown, and the two colors were intertwined, like some kind of strange camouflage.

"You fished me up?"

"Not really."

The girl snapped her fingers and lifted the short knife into the air, watched it fall, and thrust it between the two of them with a bang, half cutting into the ground.

"Not counting?"

"I went looking for something to eat, and when I saw you on the beach, I carried you up."

"A few days ago?"

"Two days."

"The wound is yours?"

The girl nodded: "When I found you, you had this knife stuck in your back, and the knife technique was exquisite, it looked like it was pierced into the heart, but it didn't even hurt a single blood vessel." ”

"Knife is his only skill......," Lorraine smiled bitterly, "when he was on the boat, he divided me three knives of bacon for each meal, and he always cut it along the grain, neat, thin, like a piece of paper, and was particularly stingy." ”

"Him?"

"My captain, a Plymouth cobbler...... The best cobblers. ”

"Why did the cobbler become your captain?"

"Because of a stupid decision." Lorraine shifted in pain and leaned against the wall, "Really, even for the sake of his son, he should have sold the ship and worked as his cobbler." He didn't understand at all, the sea ...... It's cannibalism. ”

He stood up against the wall, his back grinding against the rough bricks, leaving a long, fresh streak of blood.

The girl looked at him with a frown: "What are you going to do?" ”

Lorraine smiled freely: "No matter how stupid the captain is, he is also a captain, as a competent seaman, I will go to save him." ”

"Where to help?"

"Mr. Pete of Black Harbor has opened a restaurant called Grassy Foie Gras. Because he was lucky enough to pay off his debts, theoretically, the restaurant should not have had time to close down yet. ”

The girl thought for a moment: "It's not going out of business. Their foie gras was hard to eat, but the lettuce was good for the two days. ”

"It's an honor to be praised by a life-saver." Lorraine waved her hand and made a gentlemanly salute, leaning against the wall and walking towards the door.

The maiden asked again, "What if your captain dies?" ”

Lorraine paused in his footsteps and whispered, "I am a child of Niold, and I naturally need blood to pay for it." ”

The girl said, "You are white, but you are not a believer in God?" ”

"The Vikings did not need God's blessings, we only worshipped our ancestors, proud pagans."

Dropping these words, Lorraine slowly moved to the position of the door, reaching out to reach the handle.

A streamer flew over, brushed his face, and slammed into the door.

Behind her back, the girl said, "I think you might want to hire a helper." ”

Lorraine raised her eyebrows, turned around and looked at the coffee girl with interest: "You know what?" I have high requirements for helpers. ”

The girl didn't speak, and with a loud bang, she tore off her smock, revealing a peculiar outfit.

Her outfit is somewhat like a jumpsuit in later generations, with a tight upper body that sets off her tall and slender curves, and a loose lower body that wraps around her leggings below the knees, showing off her tight and beautiful calves.

The whole outfit was pure white, linen, old but clean.

The small breasted buttons are concentrated on the front chest, dividing the garment in two, and eight small pockets are symmetrically sewn on both sides, each of which is covered with a large clasp of cloth.

But it's not perfectly symmetrical.

The long sleeve of the left hand is clasped at the wrist, and the sleeveless right hand exposes the girl's coffee-colored arm and the simple tattoo on the big arm that looks like a mountain and a dagger.

"I think I've seen this tattoo somewhere......"

"To introduce myself, my name is Henna. Yesla, an Egyptian, is also Assasin. ”

……

The Assasins, a mystical sect of ancient Persian origin, led by the Old Man of the Mountain, were once the most talked about in the Western world as an Assassin Order.

But it wasn't Henna's Assasin.

The true Assasin faction perished at the hands of the Mongols on their westward expedition, the last old man of the mountain surrendered, and the city of the Eagle's Nest was slaughtered.

The survivors of Assasin have since gone into exile.

Operating in West Asia and North Africa, they increasingly transformed into pure and fragmentary Assassins, teaching their skills in a father-to-son fashion, and no longer refusing to be hired by the Catholic world.

Haina's father was an Assasin, and she and her brother inherited the lineage, and the family of three formed a small alliance of assassins.

Three years ago, they were hired by a Frenchman to assassinate a competitor from another ethnic group, and after the fact, the employer chose to cross the river and tear down the bridge in order to clear their disgust.

Henna's father fought to his death, and the then fourteen-year-old Henna fled to Black Harbor with her thirteen-year-old brother, evading the pursuit.

However, her brother was seriously injured during the escape, and after only a few months, he also died.

Henna became a wanderer in Black Harbor, and with her extraordinary skills, she quickly established herself in this lawless land.

Her profession kept her from hating Catholics too much, but the experience of being betrayed and her family's ruined past made it impossible for her to trust Catholics, especially the French who dotted the Black Harbor.

So she has always been a loner, occasionally accepting some hires, killing some people, and the employer will never be a believer in God.

It's her quirk of picking customers, and it just so happens that Lorraine fits those strange requirements......

After listening to her own words, Lorraine leaned against the door and smiled bitterly.

"Miss Henna, I recognize your abilities, but ...... I'm not a qualified employer because I don't have any money. ”

"I want that knife."

"Knives?" Lorraine glanced at the knife in her ear, "Is it possible that all you need now is a skinning knife that has never killed anyone, and you can hire Assasin to fight hard?" ”

"It's a good knife." Henna shook her head, "And the knife is the final payment, and I have already accepted your first payment." ”

"Brown bread?"

"The bread was delicious with cod......