Bayezid II ordered his deaf eunuchs to hang two ministers, a Kaszak (a military judge) and a Nishanchi (a civil official who drafted the edict), and when the eunuchs put a bowstring of sixty-five silk threads around their necks, they could not help but look panicked and confused, he knew what they were thinking—they had made no mistake, or they had made a mistake but thought he would not know, yes, there was really nothing to prove that they had betrayed Bayezid II, Even if they had been in contact with his three sons, it was in accordance with his will. But Bayezid II never needed a reason to kill them, they were slaves who had grown up with him, and all the power and glory he had bestowed upon him, and he could of course take them back at any time and pass them on to someone he considered more credible.

But when they died, Bayezid II could not help but feel a little sad, and he only hoped that his most trusted Grand Vichel (Prime Minister) and other officials would not disappoint him, although he was old, he was still a lion, with sharp fangs and claws, but unfortunately his sons were no longer soft cubs, but a rebel who always coveted the throne of the Sultan—Bayezid II feared what happened to his father—overthrown and killed by his own son, but could not save time. So he no longer allowed his three sons to remain in Istanbul, including their sons, his grandson, after all, even Selim, the eldest son of his youngest son, Suleiman, was already fifteen years old, which was already the age at which a woman could give birth to a child.

As soon as he wanted a baby and a woman, Bayezid II's blood boiled again, and he had ordered that his chief black eunuch should find for him more fresh, healthy, young slave girls, believing that he could still have a new son, a new life with hope, a good child who would not threaten him.

With this in mind, he returned to his sleeping palace.

The chief eunuch had found twelve maidens for his master, pure, beautiful, and scented with youth like flowers, and they prostrated themselves before him, listening to the first teachings of the Sultan—in the Sultan's harem, there were already nearly five hundred slave girls waiting to serve him, and each of them was treated the same until they were pampered and conceived with the Sultan's children—sharing a dormitory, a bathroom, and a meager and ordinary provisionWant something delicious and rich? Want soft and warm clothes? Want sparkling and beautiful jewelry? Want a rich-smelling balm, bath oil, cashmere or something else rare and precious? Do your best to win the Sultan's heart, as long as you can keep the Sultan's eyes on you, you can get everything you want!

Except freedom, he said in his heart, and then he was satisfied to see the ignorant girls with a mixture of longing and ambition, for an old man, though he did not quite admit it, there was nothing that aroused his desire and strength more than the fanatical admiration of a maiden, the chief eunuch of the black eunuch ordered the acolytes to prepare the pavilion of the conqueror, which was the favorite place of Bayezid II—it was located at the top of a cliff, with a huge terrace overlooking the Sea of Marmara, with a basement, a huge Two domed bathing suites.

The Sultan would take a bath before going to bed to restore the energy expended on official work, and a bath before morning prayer to purify his body and mind.

The chief steward of the black eunuch himself went to inspect the bathroom, and every day the boy cleaned it until it was spotless, and the glossy opalescent marble stone platform could even reflect the intricate patterns of the small blue and white bricks on the walls, the elaborate openwork golden door (the double door between the bathroom and the corridor, set up to avoid possible assassination), and there was not a trace of unsightly water stains, the water jug, bucket, and towel were all ready, and he personally examined the hands of the two boys who served the Sultan today to make sure that they were clean and clean.

Just as he was leaving the Conqueror's Pavilion, the moonlight suddenly disappeared for a moment, and the chief eunuch looked around suspiciously, he was sure that out of the corner of his eye, he did catch a glimpse of a black shadow passing quickly from the ground, and he gave a loud order, and the boys and the black eunuchs immediately dispersed and searched every corner, but they found nothing but a few cats and a flock of birds.

Could it just be that a big bird flew by? The chief eunuch of the black eunuch left more guards, and he almost tried to persuade Bayezid II to go to another bathhouse, but after thinking about it again, he still didn't say anything, the current Bayezid II was too sensitive, and he did, inevitably, come into contact with the three princes, anyway, they were fighting or ruling their own domains, but their mothers were still in Bayezette II's harem.

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Of course, the chief eunuch of the black eunuch and his eunuchs and acolytes could not find the "big bird", because they were perched on the dome of the Conqueror's Pavilion, and the gray-white cloak was almost one with the dome, and there was always a ring of supporting platforms under the dome, which was so narrow that they could only let their feet down, but in this way, when they were clinging to the dome, it was difficult for the people below to find them, not to mention that most of them would only look down, not up, and no one would think that anyone would be able to fly like a bird.

Although they were only one step away from falling with their wings.

They all succeeded in gliding from the Tower of Light on the north side of St. Elena's Cathedral into the jungle beneath the Tower of Justice, but when they climbed the Tower of Justice again and climbed the tower's lookout, Ezio's throwing knife killed the two guards silently, and Paula and Julio's daggers and daggers killed the other two guards at the same time, but the dying man's return fire did not hurt Paula, but damaged a corner of the glider.

As they glide from the lookout of the Tower of Justice to the Conqueror's Pavilion, Paula is deflected, narrowly missing the Dark Eunuch and narrowly missing her intended landing point, but Ezio holds on to her and pulls her up to the dome before anyone can find the source of the shadows.

They were now hidden on the side of the dome facing the Sea of Marmara, and the dome used for the baths could not be as seamless as the rest of the world, and the Ottomans had made many small circular holes in it for fresh air and light to enter, so to speak, but they could also put a hand in, and the sea breeze at night was so strong and violent that it was as if there were countless hands pushing and shoving them, making them fall and fall to pieces, and the three Assassins fought against them tenaciously with these small holes.

At this point, the glider is no longer useful. The Assassins abandoned them, and they were carried by the wind and fell into the churning sea, where Ezio watched, for that was also the direction in which they had evacuated.

The last difficult moment is coming, and the guards of the Tower of Justice also have shifts, and they use Julio's little masterpiece - a telescope to roughly determine the time of their alternation, there is still an hour and a half before the next handover, and Bayezette II has not yet arrived, and if he delays the bathing time for something, then they must sneak into his palace before the body is found, but doing so undoubtedly greatly increases the danger of this operation, every boy in the Sultan's palace, Servants and eunuchs were warriors, and they would be entangled and simply unable to complete their tasks.

They had to wait patiently, and after about forty minutes, the small round hole around them lit up, countless candles were lit in the pavilion of the conquerors, the acolytes came and went, the temperature of the busy dome was slowly rising, the bathroom was steaming, Bayezid II came, surrounded by countless retinues, the Assassins waited quietly, the more he went inside, the fewer people around him, and when he reached the corridor in front of the bathroom, the Sultan was left with only the most credible acolytes and eunuchs.

The tall and sturdy black eunuch was stationed in the corridor, and one of the most favored chamberlings of the Sultan stepped forward to close the hollow golden door between the bathroom and the corridor, inserted the elaborate door plug, and fastened the lock, and Bayezid II watched the process, although he did not think that anyone but his three adult sons, who had been exiled, could harm him in Istanbul, but it was also a kind of ritual.

He didn't admit that it would make him feel safe.

The boys followed the Sultan, who unloaded all his jewels and clothes for Bayezid II at the dressing room, who had placed a Venetian mirror at the entrance to admire his strong physique and smooth skin, but he himself could not remember when he stopped standing in front of the mirror and eventually had it removed.

He was old, even without mirrors, and Bayezid II knew it, and the squires and slaves around him were getting younger and younger, and he could not tolerate anything in his vision that reminded him of old age and death—he opened his arms and imagined that he was still the fearless warrior, and the squires brought silver buckets and poured hot water evenly and slowly on his body with large golden spoons, which soon soaked his skin, which was getting drier with age, and the Sultan's chest rose and fell with his eyes closed.

- The Assassins move lightly on their toes above the Sultan, adjusting their bearings.

Bayezid II stepped forward and lay on the almost blemish milky marble platform, where the warmth from below made him sigh in comfort, and an equally unrestrained boy climbed up the platform and began to scrub his body.

- Julio snapped the most dangerous (and even for them) weapon they could carry on the trip into the top hole

After scrubbing, the boys repeated the previous procedure, rinsing the Sultan's bloated body, and the two boys put their hands into the aromatic bath, stirred a rich lather, and then held the foam on Bayezid II's body and massaged him, they might be only eight or nine years old, and this work made them giggle, and the Sultan indulged them, and he was smiling.

- Tiny fires lit up in the darkness, with an ominous sizzle, and the Assassins bent down as best they could, the sea breeze still strong, but nothing could extinguish the fire.

Bayezid II flipped over at the nudge of the boy-in-waiting.

- The fire stopped, and it came to an end.

Just as Bayezid II was being propelled upwards by a strange force, an explosion occurred.