I reopened the window of the room and locked my eyes on the second floor, which was brightly lit and the upstairs was dim.

He jumped and grabbed the wooden balcony on the second floor, then pulled his body up with his arms, followed the handrail, and entered an unlit room on the second floor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that Gordon opened blew in a lot of cool breeze, causing the curtains to flutter with it, and it was at this time that muffled voices came from outside.

"Abelline, don't do this, it's still early, and the governor is still eating below......"

"Sweetheart, it's okay, no one will come to this place......"

The voices of the two kept coming closer, then pushed open the door to the room, and then carefully closed it.

Gordon now hid behind the curtains, in a dark corner of the wall, holding his breath.

Behind the door on one side of the room, there was a constant whisper of laughter, the trivial sound of clothes leaving the body, and the sound of affectionate gasps.

......

Gordon stood alone in the corner of the wall and didn't dare to move, it was really full of black lines, why could the servants of the Governor's Mansion be so bold and cheat on it when the master was having a dinner below, the time was obviously less than nine o'clock, was it really cheating that was exciting?

"Abelline, where did you die? I'll let you find some beeswax ......."

"Damn it...... Sorry sweetheart, I have to go......"

The sound of wearing pants was heard, and then the two hurriedly pushed open the door and ran out.

Gordon took a deep breath and walked out from behind the curtains, this kind of passive eavesdropping is really unpleasant, there is still a slight obscene smell left in the room, is this bold behavior really not afraid of being whipped?

The room had a square table facing away from the floor-to-ceiling window, with a number of papers, at the end of which a quill was in an inkwell, and in the distance there were bookshelves, a wardrobe, and a fireplace.

He saw a reflective object on the table, and unconsciously picked it up, a ring that belonged to the Templars.

Just this little thing can already verify many of Gordon's guesses, and in the situation where the Spanish royal family and pirates are incompatible, this is the only thing that can connect the two.

If I was not mistaken, this was the Governor's study, so Gordon pulled out the drawer of his desk and found a large number of correspondence books and information about the Templars.

He pulled out a random letter that read as follows:

Mr. Wicks Smith,

I am willing to devote myself to the unknown great cause that you have proposed, and to be one of the defenders of justice and peace in the world.

If you can accept my humble status as a pirate, and convince the royal family to accept me, then I will bring important news to support the Templars' continued development in the world of Order.

Also, on this sea, there is a pirate named Edward Kenway, who wears the costume of those damn filthy assassins, and who binds the pirates together, and I am willing to kill him in exchange for your trust, if you wish.

If you receive my letter, please reply as soon as possible.

Your most loyal supporters,

Captain Abbott Wilson

Gordon carried the letter in his arms, along with three other letters with the same title, Captain Abo Wilson, and no one ever discovered that an Assassin had come to the Doge's Palace, taking something important while everyone was sober.

He left the Doge's Palace, then ducked down into the cliff in the distance, and with the help of numbers and haystacks, he dodged the soldiers on duty at the fortress before finding the Jackdaw, which was already waiting.

A dinghy is parked on the shore, along with Alan and Mickey.

"How's the captain?"

Gordon showed a confident smile and then waved his hand: "There is no problem, we will set sail immediately, go to the port of Lisbon, and then proceed to the next plan." ”

Several people slowly rowed the boat, then pulled the rope that the sailor had dropped from above, and climbed onto the boat, and even the boat was recovered by the rope.

"Captain on board! ready to set sail"

The sailors shouted, and then quickly returned to their posts.

With one hand on the rudder, Gordon watched as the sailor pulled the anchor up and sailed away.

The next day, Gordon read all the letters carefully, feeling a little alarmed, because if those conversations were true, Spain was already a little too heavily infiltrated by the Templars, who had infiltrated the country with high positions and could even influence the king's decision.

During the period when the Armada was formed, Spain was unrelenting to pirates, and even in the most difficult times, it was not like the British royal family, recruiting pirates to become privateers and attacking the merchant ships and shipping routes of other countries.

Of course, the Spanish Armada was eventually destroyed by a fleet led by British privateers.

The exception to this was Redbeard, Captain Abbot Wilson, not because of the news of El Dorado, but because they had been granted a Templar membership and had been pardoned, and because of this, they had been guarding the Explorer for half a year, so long that for a long time, Redbeard's name disappeared from the sea.

Gordon couldn't understand why a pirate who roamed the seas, a pirate who aimed at freedom, these lawless creatures, who trampled on any law, could be influenced by the Templars and support the development of the Templars with the clues of El Dorado.

"Is it the brain?"

But he had no one to talk about these things, but he just kept them in his heart, and maybe he would finally tell them when he visited the Assassin Holy Land in Tulum.

Sailing south along the European continent was too quiet, and all the way along the coastline was 180 nautical miles to Lisbon, the capital of Portugal.

A bustling port along the coast, with a gradually elevated terrain.

On the high cliffs, there is a large fortress, and the wide field of view can even cover the artillery fire within 1.5 kilometers, and on the side of the fortress, a tall lighthouse is erected.

In this era of great colony, Portugal occupied the East Indies east of Cuba and part of the American continent, as the capital of a huge colony, Lisbon was not inferior to London, with merchant ships coming and going in the port and warships docking, constantly sending supplies and wealth here.

The Jackdaw finds an empty dock and parks its ships there.

Looking along the harbor towards the interior of the city, along the gently rising terrain, the highest royal council stands on the very top of the small plain, and from the road of the pier, you can see the road full of flowers and the road made of fine stone, the staircase.

Flowers at both ends of the road, and even in the distance, you can see a garden, so magnificent.