"Have a good time here! I'll come back to you tomorrow morning, if you can remember the time. ”

Shelov straightened the hat crooked on his head and threw a piece of wood into the fire: "If you get really baked, you can take the initiative to tell the guards, they will switch places between you and the unlucky ones who soaked in the water, but trust me, you will regret the decision to exchange." ”

Sherov's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor with the obscure sound of the cell door creaking, and the two guards, probably tired of the new toys, yawned boredly, and returned to their bed covered with damp straw, and while pouring their mouths with a pungent smell of inferior liquor, they scrambled and tore at food that we could not see, and talked quickly in Polish we did not understand, and from time to time let out a hoarse laugh like a broken gong, like two wild boars huddled together to eat, twisting their bodies stained with filthy mud, Humming and chirping with each other.

"It seems that it will be difficult to escape from the ascension this time......"

I sighed softly, the sharp pain in my nerve endings from the shackles that had been shackled to the flesh and blood of the shackles under the activity, and the sharp pain in the nerve endings made me frown, and I regretted my hasty decision at the beginning, if only I had let the solid guy of the swordfish come.

I looked up at the snoring guards and pouted helplessly.

I don't know how long it took to be in a daze, the fire that forgot to add firewood slowly went out, the walls on all sides of the dungeon began to return to the biting coolness, several soldiers who were immersed in the water hung their heads and lost their voices, Tie Qing's face completely lost signs of life, and the two guards who were sleeping with their heads up felt cold in their sleep, scolded and talked in their dreams, turned over and dragged the tattered quilt to wrap themselves.

Probably because the dungeon was dark and I couldn't tell day and night, my hearing seemed to become unusually sensitive, and I could clearly catch the sound of staggering footsteps in the depths of the hallway.

"Someone's coming?" I was talking to myself in the bottom of my heart.

"I didn't expect it to be dawn so soon, that big bastard of Shelov can't wait to come over and torture us!"

The sound of footsteps grew clearer and clearer, awoke one of the sleeping guards, who rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered to his seat, whose owner stopped outside the fence to take a breath, and raised his hand to knock.

"Who is it that is not fatal to disturb my dream outside!" The guards pushed their comrades, then stood up with the spears placed beside the bed and stretched their waists, the chains and keys hanging from their fat waists clanging like a moving music box with incomplete pentatonic tones.

The guards talked to the people outside the fence for a long time, and I listened with my ears pricked up for a long time before I understood that it was not Shelov, and although I did not know the purpose of his visit, the voice was somewhat familiar, and for a moment I could not remember where I had heard it.

"Could it be the old fellow's spy who is ambushing here? Show up at a critical moment to save your life? Comforting myself like this, my mind flashed to the fight scenes of the cornices and walls that were common in costume films, and I seemed to have become a Song Jiang who responded to every call, and there were Liangshan brothers who sacrificed their lives to save each other everywhere.

Before he could feel comfortable, the guard picked up the key from his waist, fumbled to open the fence door, turned and said something quickly to his comrade who had just woken up, and the latter fell down and went back to sleep, and the man who came in with him was a small mantle, wearing a very dirty cloak, and his whole face was buried in the shadow of the huge hood, and the disgusting smell emanating from his body was still snorting even in such a harsh environment as the dungeon.

The comer nodded and stuffed something into the guard's hand, the other party squinted his eyes and weighed it, turned his head to look at his sleeping comrade carefully, put the thing in his hand into his pocket with confidence, yawned and sat back on the bed, waving his hand to let the comer take care of himself.

The visitor slowly took off the hood covering his head, lowered his voice and leaned in front of me and said, "My lord, look at who I am......

In the faint light of the fire, the face of the old liar Isaac gradually emerged from the darkness, this old guy has not heard from him since he said that he was going to the East to open up a market, and after a long time I thought that he had taken my money and ran away, but I didn't expect that the road was narrow, and I met here and now.

"It's you!" I shouted at the top of my voice, and the sleeping guard not far away snored violently, so frightened that I withdrew the sound behind me into my throat, stared at him nervously, turned over and snored loudly, and then continued with my voice: "Why are you here?" ”

The old liar smiled slightly, put the hood on his head again, rubbed the two invisible hands in his sleeves and said: "This is a long story, but don't worry, I have time to explain the ins and outs to you, seeing that the sky is about to dawn, please come with me, let's go to a safe place and talk slowly." ”

"With you?" I looked him up and down suspiciously, a little bit I didn't believe that the old guy who was powerless had this ability, and I still didn't know how many catties and taels of his virtue?

Isaac raised his face and squinted at a glance that I had never seen in his often humble eyes, deep and invisible, and he smiled as he pulled a hand from his clumped sleeve and waved it gently at the darkness behind him.

It was too late, and a few slender shadows as fast as a swallow flashed in the darkness of the dungeon, cleanly eliminating the guards who were still snoring in bed, and at the same time cutting the chains to save a few of us, and I didn't have time to react to what happened between the lightning and flint, and I didn't even hear the sound of air rubbing.

"They are...... Your people? ”

Escorted by two silent assassins who had covered themselves in a stealth suit, I was weak in breath, and after I didn't know how many blood-smelling fence gates I had passed, I finally decided to open my mouth to ask, Isaac followed with a quick walk with his hands intertwined, in fact, from the moment he entered the dungeon, he had been reluctant to speak, so that I didn't know much about this old liar who used to eat money like life.

"That's right, they're all assassins under my command."

The old liar winked at me, although his expression was as funny as ever, but the calmness in his eyes was undisguised, which made people feel cool from the bottom of their hearts.

"Rest assured, they are all out-and-out efficient executors, murder machines that have been cultivated since childhood, who believe in gods different from ours, and who come from the lairs of the infidels."

"Assassins? Assasin? ”

I smacked this familiar and slightly unfamiliar name, and a few bloody characters of Assassin's Creed involuntarily appeared in my mind, although I didn't take classes too seriously when I was in school before, and often nested in the dormitory to play all night, but fortunately, most of the fun things are related to intermittent history, and some of the superficial memories have been left, although the leader of the cult who has been entrenched on the top of the mountain for hundreds of years has not yet been born at this time, but this group of dark believers in front of me, like their descendants who are famous in the annals of history, are cruel and murderous.

"We don't have much time, and the guards will come in the morning to change the guard, so we must hurry up and get you out of the city."

The old liar's voice was resolute, and as he ordered the Assassins to quicken their pace, we finally smelled the refreshing cool air of the early morning, and the end of the sky was still dark, and the fire at the door was gradually extinguished.

"No way!"

Feeling some strength in my legs, I struggled to free myself from the Assassin's shoulder, staggered to the side, grabbed Isaac's shoulder and shook it violently.

"His Majesty the Emperor is being besieged by the Poles very urgently, I sneaked into Gniezno this time, just to attack the enemy in the center to save the enemy, now outside the city my people must be anxiously waiting for news, don't fall short, you have to help me, Isaac."

"As you can see, I have my mission and my allegiance to my master, and unfortunately my master has no direct contact with you right now, and his attitude is very unclear, so I beg my pardon for helping." Isaac shook his head, denied my request, and motioned for his men to put me back on my feet, and quickly turned into a dilapidated alley as the Assassins had been ambushed outside.

"Stop!"

I tried to break free again, but the Assassins on both sides were visibly struggling, and this time I struggled a few times and couldn't shake it off, so I turned my head and shouted to Isaac, "I beg you to help me once, or everything I've done will be in vain." ”

Isaac squinted his eyes, raised his face and stared at me seriously, and it took a long time before he slowly spit out the following words: "You see, my lord, sometimes you don't pay off, you have to get used to failure, even if you don't like the taste of bitterness. ”

He nodded meaningfully, and an assassin flashed to the edge of an inconspicuous house on the corner of the street, knocking rhythmically on the door, and a moment later the door was opened from the inside, and a warm and dry breath came to my face, and I looked up at the few people standing with their backs to the fire, although I couldn't see their faces clearly, but the eerie murderous aura was the same as the two assassins who were holding me, and it still couldn't be concealed.

It was a small room, and the furnishings were simple, like that of an ordinary house, with a fire burning in the middle of the house, boiling water in a dirty, dilapidated iron kettle, and the Assassins giving way to the best place to bake the fire, and the old crook sitting on the top.

Frozen by the biting cold of the dungeon, I slowly recovered from the fire, became much more conscious, and began to observe the people in the room.

There were probably a dozen Assassins of all shapes scattered around the corners, either concentrating on the work at hand, or playing with their weapons and listening to Isaac's whispered lectures.

(End of chapter)