The Eagle Nest, the headquarters of the Assasin Assassins, is a castle deep in the mountains that is known to be easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Here, there is an excellent environment, and the food and clothing are all top-notch. For nothing else, but because this is the best training base for Assassins.

In 1084 A.D., the Egyptian minister Hassan was driven out of Egypt because the eldest son he supported failed to compete for the throne. But this old man, who has been on the throne all his life, has already paved the way for himself.

What Maca saw just now was this ambitious old fellow.

Now known as the "Mountain Elder", he rules the entire Ismaili sect and is trying to overthrow the Seljuks. It can be said that although people are old, the ambition in their hearts is still full of hope.

As Maca rode along the mountain path, she looked back at the eagle's nest shining like a rising star in the morning sun.

He didn't know the content of the mission, but it was nothing more than to assassinate someone. Although he still hasn't figured out Rowena's intentions, and he doesn't know whether he can do such a thing as murder, he can only go on.

"Since you just got here and gave a task, it shouldn't be wrong to follow the task." Maca muttered.

The memories that inexplicably flooded into the mind did not seem cluttered. The Assassin, known as "Alani", was one of the first assassins of Assasin. In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Maca the most was the light magic knowledge mixed in.

"'Swift', 'silent', 'concentric'...... It's a crude application of rules," Maca said, adjusting to the horses against her memory, distractedly sorting out her thoughts.

“…… Is this what Rowena is telling me how to use the rules? ”

Perhaps this was one of Rowena's intentions. After all, these applications are based on "will", and it is extremely difficult to try to learn them if no one teaches them.

But right now, Maca can clearly feel how to use them.

Horses travel quickly, but even faster it takes time. After a few days, Maca finally arrived at her destination.

He led the horse to the inn's stable, fed some food, grass and water, and then went to the slums on the outskirts of the city. The location of the joint, in a basement somewhere there.

With a regular and complex knock on the door as a code, Maca was smoothly taken to the basement by the usher.

"Elder Shan's subordinates, the guardian of the secret, this is the proof of the mission."

In the gloomy basement, the air was cloudy, and the corners of the walls were wet and stained and mottled.

He handed the parchment roll to the man sitting behind the table, who had confirmed the seal and opened it lightly.

"Dear Guardian, this is the task we have applied for, please make sure that it is done cleanly." The man respectfully said, "All for faith!" ”

"For the faith!"

Maca casually agreed, took the stack of materials, and then turned away decisively.

The purpose of the operation is not complicated, but in any case, it is undoubtedly a difficult task to assassinate a person with identity.

The target figure was a Sunni higher cultist, who also had some power in the dynasty. Maca pondered for a moment and chose the location at the other party's home.

The information of the other party is already very complete, including when and where it will appear, what to do every day, and even the flat map of each place, which is clearly marked.

It's just that accidents are always inevitable, and being careful is the key.

A few days later......

Maca had been crouching diagonally across from the other party's mansion for more than three hours. Hiding his figure from a high place, he looked out carefully through the dense canopy. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the branches swayed, blowing away the stuffiness in the air.

There are dark clouds in the sky, and it looks like a heavy rain is inevitable at night.

"Today's situation is not bad, and the guards in the mansion are almost figured out, and they are ready to go."

Maca touched the dagger in her arms, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still had doubts about assassination - he didn't know what would happen to him. And the new memories in his mind were so bloody that he wanted to vomit.

"After a long time, I'm afraid it will be affected......" Maca couldn't help but sigh.

Another two hours had passed, and it was already getting dark. The target had also returned to the mansion, where he was bathing and should soon be resting in his bedroom.

Maca waited a little longer, then drew her dagger and held it tightly in her hand.

The time has come, and in any case, it's time to act.

The process of infiltrating was surprisingly smooth, and it can be said that those trainings have almost become instincts of this body.

He walked nimbly against the wall, the "mute" effect making him come and go silently, and soon jumped to the inside of the wall.

"The patrols have a few minutes between them, and it's easy."

After a long period of training, this body's physical fitness and explosiveness were quite outstanding, and after just a few steps on the spot, he stepped directly on the wall and climbed to the windowsill on the second floor.

The bolt on the inside of the window was pried open with a tool, and after the probe looked at it, it was followed by a tumbling and falling steadily down the hallway.

It was a long time before a second patrol passed downstairs, and he didn't alarm anyone.

The bedroom was on the far right side of the hallway, and the target was still in the bathroom at the moment, and Maca quickly and silently ran through the hallway, swiftly like a cheetah walking in the dark.

The bedroom is a great size, but there aren't many places to hide. Maca looked around, but stumbled upon a secret door under the bed.

"No wonder the structure of the first floor is a little strange, it turns out that there is still some space hidden here."

Opening the secret door requires moving the bed, and Maca decides not to act rashly until the mission is completed, and then see if there is a chance.

He hid himself in the small space behind the bed, waiting for his target to arrive.

As it turned out, he calculated the time accurately. It didn't take long for the target to push the door in, and he fell asleep on the bed with a fat body shaking.

"So, it's easy to make mistakes when you drink."

When the target was fully asleep, Maca made a deft gesture to the bedside with a sharp dagger.

But he was about to start, but as he expected, he paused.

The blade of the dagger rested on the target's neck, and as it moved forward, a cold light glowed on the blade. The luster faintly showed a hint of dark blue, which was obviously highly poisonous.

"Do you really want to do it? Is this necessary? "In the face of an unarmed person, as long as the blade is lightly sent, even if it only relies on the mixed snake venom on the blade, it can quickly take the other person's life.

Such an easy move made Maca stiff.

"Is this necessary?" Maca asked herself again, but she couldn't find the answer.

Time passed, and the target was still asleep, but Maca, who was an assassin, had beads of sweat on her forehead.

The weather was still hot, the sky outside the window was full of dark clouds, and the air was so stuffy that people almost fainted.

"Boom!"

A flash of thunder flashed in the clouds outside, illuminating Maca's face at this moment, his expression full of struggle.

"Boom ——!"

Another flash of lightning, the target seemed to be noisy, frowning and moving. But this chubby middle-aged man couldn't have imagined that he would die on the spot.

With an almost instinctive wave, the blood in his throat suddenly gushed out, and the other party obviously struggled a few times. But Maka's gloved left hand pressed the other party's mouth tightly, and the force was so strong that people couldn't move at all.

Soon, all that was left in the bed was a cold corpse and a stiff Assassin.

"Boom!"

A third bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire mansion and the bright red of the bed in the bedroom.

It's an indescribable feeling, and although it's not like I've never seen death, the feeling of doing it yourself is still unforgettable. It took a while for Maca to come to her senses.

"What a terrible assassination," he said with a wry smile as he glanced at the filth on his body, "and by the verdict in training, it was an obvious disqualification." ”

Although it was unqualified, there was no movement just now. Maca pushed the bed a few inches away, and then heard a slight "click" - the secret door opened.

It was a small dark room, and only one person could bend over to enter. Inside, there were a large number of gold and silver belongings, as well as many secret documents.

Maca picked up a few documents and looked at them, but found that they were of little use.

The people of the Eagle Nest are never short of money. What's more, it is Maca who is hiding in this body now, and even if you take it, it will be useless.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, Maca caught a glimpse of a tightly bound box.

He used his dagger to cut the overlapping ropes, and when he opened the box, it was an Arabian dagger.

It's just that this dagger is obviously unusual, there are wisps of transparent fluctuations on it, and there is a faint and obscure atmosphere, which looks very mysterious.

Maca didn't touch it easily, but she couldn't see anything just by looking at it.

But if he doesn't touch it, it doesn't mean that he can't really touch it.

An inexplicable force surged from Marka's heart, invisibly driving him to reach for the handle of the dagger. Even if he reacted quickly, the will to resist was useless, and at this moment, his hands were not at his disposal at all.

The moment he touched the dagger, a cold breath spread from his fingers to his whole body, and the feeling was indescribable, although it was not painful, but it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he hadn't noticed anything unusual. He just felt that the terrible feeling of the blade grazing people's necks just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Suddenly, Maca felt a blur in front of him, and when his vision became clear again, he found that the scene was back in the "mountain old" room in the eagle's nest.

“…… Alani, this is going to be a difficult task, and you need to be well prepared. ”

The old man still had his back to him, and his voice was still low and slow, but the amplitude of his back bending was noticeably larger. It's been a few years since the last time, I'm afraid.

"Yes." Maca felt that her tone seemed to have become much more indifferent.