The last level.

Miel and Mia opened their eyes, only to realize that they were standing on the top of the building.

"This is the last hurdle." The black-robed man stood beside them and motioned for them to look down, "As you saw before. ”

"The conflict between the Licini family and the Medici family has gradually spread to all areas of Italy and Canada. A large number of small and medium-sized companies are forced to stand in line, and the price of standing in line is the economic blow of the opposite camp. ”

"In order to avoid a direct collision that could lead to a conflict that would spiral out of control, the Licini and Medici families invariably chose to put pressure on small and medium-sized companies in their rival camp, and the bankruptcy of these small and medium-sized companies would lead to a large number of workers losing their jobs."

"At present, the job market in Solomon City is severely saturated, with a large number of low-end jobs occupied by chéng Rén and machinery, while high-end jobs are monopolized by trust giants, and these ordinary workers do not have many employment options, and unemployment means a loss of income, a loss of housing, a loss of citizenship...... Almost equal to losing everything. ”

"So even though they knew they couldn't succeed, they came out in vain to resist, like moths to a fire."

Mi'er and Mia looked down and saw around the market below, as if they had received a signal.

Buses have stopped, taxis have stopped, and even the subway entrance has flooded with passengers and subway employees, because the subway has also gone on strike across the line.

In the office area and office buildings, a large number of white-collar employees also pulled out banners and slogans that had been prepared long ago, and began to shout slogans and march.

As soon as the girls in the flower square came out of the small shop on the side of the street, they saw that the street was already crowded with marching people.

Girls: ???

"What are they doing?" Medea said with a frown, looking at the signs held by the marchers.

Strike! Stop the Trust Wars!

Labor is not the plaything of your big business!

……

"Nola? Medea? How could they be here! Mi'er on the roof noticed them and turned her head sharply to look at the black-robed man, "This is not a game?" ”

"No, it's a virtual world." The black-robed man said calmly, "It's just that what you see is exactly the same thing that is happening in reality at this time. ”

"So what do you want to do!" Mia also asked anxiously.

"I told you, I'm playing a game with you." The black-robed man said coldly, "You have also seen that these middle- and lower-class laborers have adopted a very smart approach, that is, 'non-violent non-cooperation'. Because once a violent confrontation is triggered, they are by no means a match for the giants of the Holy See and the trust. ”

"In the form of economic losses caused by strikes, the Holy See and the management are forced to make concessions. Nice and naïve idea, huh...... But will it really go that well? ”

"What do you mean?" Mi'er suddenly remembered the previous couple, a middle-class family who committed suicide in their own house, and felt a little uneasy.

"The best excuse for violent intervention is, of course, to stop the violence that has already occurred." The black-robed man pointed downward, and several guys hiding their weapons mixed in the crowd of demonstrators were suddenly highlighted in the eyes of the two little girls, "If these mercenaries disguised as radical demonstrators suddenly attacked Miss Nora of the Licinius family, what do you think will happen next?" ”

"In the name of stopping criminal offenses, the Holy See Templars will intervene and suppress the procession as soon as possible." Mi'er said in a deep voice, "So, this is what we are going to test next?" ”

"Why do you think you're in the middle of an assessment...... Never mind. The black-robed man waved his hand indifferently, "Do you see the direction they are traveling?" ”

"In the sewer in the middle of their route, I pre-arranged several high-explosive bombs." The black-robed man waved his hand, and a red light lit up below the road, indicating that there was a bomb buried underneath it, and the leader of the procession had stepped on it without knowing it.

At the same time, a button appeared in front of the two little girls.

"Just press this button, and all the bombs buried below the road will detonate, so that the mercenaries can be killed before the attack happens." The black-robed man said coldly, "Of course, with the current density of the procession, a large number of ordinary people will also be involved in casualties. ”

"If you don't, then these mercenaries will follow the original plan and quietly attack and assassinate your companions."

"That's what the final level is about, take your pick. Whether you choose to save your companions or these citizens depends on your thoughts. ”

A countdown suddenly appeared in the air, showing that there were 10 seconds left, which was the remaining time for the mercenaries to approach Nora and launch a sneak attack.

"What should I do?" Mia immediately panicked, "Do you want to press it!" ”

"Wait!" Mi'er also hesitated nervously.

If it was a choice, between the life of a companion and the life of an unrelated stranger, she would of course have only one answer.

But Nola, they're not weak girls who can't be restrained! Even if these mercenaries launch a sneak attack, I'm afraid they may not be able to hurt them, right?

Is it just to kill so many innocent people just in case?

"Let's do it!" Mia exclaimed excitedly, "No one will know we did it!" ”

"Don't forget Medea's conspiracy abilities!" Mi'er insisted, "She can sense outside malice!" It's going to be fine! ”

"But what if!" Mia couldn't help but reach out and press, "We can't take this risk!" Just for the citizens who don't know each other! ”

"Wait!" Mi'er grabbed her hand and growled, "Listen to me! Don't press! ”

Mia looked at her in a daze.

She had never seen Mi'er, who had always been easy-going and amiable, show such a tough attitude towards herself.

"Good!" Mia didn't know what it was like, and showed a look of disappointment and resentment, and then folded her arms and said nothing.

Soon the countdown came to an end. In the procession below, a few people were already quietly squeezing through the crowd around them and touching the girls who were standing in front of the store to watch the excitement.

Before they could get within two meters of them, one of them, a charming, burgundy-haired girl, raised her head and swept her gaze to the crowd.

The mercenaries' bodies stiffened slightly, and they lost control almost instantly. In the next second, they pulled or ejected their blades from their arms and began to fight each other without mercy.

Flesh splattered everywhere, screams erupted from the surrounding crowd, and panic spread like a virus. However, the two little girls on the roof breathed a sigh of relief.

Either way, at least they were right.

The companion was not attacked and no innocent person was involved in the accident.

"So for you, is it worth risking your comrades to be attacked?" The black-robed man looked down at Mi'er.

"Nope." Mi'er shook her head calmly, "Actually, under the road, there are no bombs at all, right?" ”

"Huh?" Mia's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Why do you say that?" The black-robed man was a little surprised.

"Because of purpose." Mi'er replied, "Each of your levels is designed with a strong purpose. ”

"Mike and Maggie's suicide is to show us the current situation of the small citizens."

"The professor was murdered in order to make us realize the causes of this state of affairs and to point the finger at the Holy See and the trust enterprise."

"Obviously, your political leaning is to be on the side of the citizens against the monopoly of resources of the Holy See and the enterprise trusts. Then it is even more impossible to sacrifice these innocent citizens who stand up and march just to test us. ”

"Hmm." The black-robed man looked at Mi'er strangely, and after a long time, he said slowly:

"You know what? Maybe I'...... It's not just me, Asker must have underestimated you, Mi'er. ”

He ripped off the hood he wore on his head, revealing a high-nosed, deep-eyed elegant face.

"Master?" Mia exclaimed, and Mi'er also showed a stunned expression, "Lord Rasul? ”

"It's me." Rasul, the mentor from the Illania Assassin Order, revealed his true face to the two little girls, "I have to say, you two are really good, and you have passed my test perfectly. ”

Mia was about to run over happily, but was stopped by Mi'er's outstretched hand.

"Why are you testing us?" Mi'er asked calmly.

"I told you so." Rasul smiled faintly, "I'll give you the 'chance to change your fate'. ”

"But I also want to make sure you're qualified to accept it."

"So......" Mi'er hesitated slightly, "what is the 'opportunity' that allows me to condense the law of fate?" ”

"It's a legacy." "An ancient and noble lineage, which has many names from the beginning of the Quaternary period to the present day. ”

"In the old Solomonian Empire, we were called the 'Free Society', and now the continental nations call us the 'Assasin Brotherhood'. In fact, the Assassin Order is just our periphery. ”

"Our true core organization, known as the 'Revolutionary Army', has been working under the cover of the Assassin Brotherhood to help people around the world who yearn for freedom and a future break free from the unequal order of exploitation established by the Holy See and the Trusts."

"Of course, the name of the Revolutionary Army is top secret. At present, only the Holy See in the world is vaguely aware of our existence through Raphael's chaotic calculations. ”

"And they call us ......"

“…… Antichrist. ”