After sailing out of the waters north of Havana for nearly a week, they arrived in this sea belonging to the Assassins, and Gordon did not know what kind of mood he had, some hesitation, weakness, yearning and piety.

The Assassins wandered through the darkness and brought their faith with them, influencing the world for thousands of years, maintaining order in the dark world, finding a glimmer of justice for the lowly under the power and oppression, who may have various identities, but here they are united, forgetting to die.

He had wondered many times what Tulum's meeting would be like, but when he arrived, he saw white-robed Assassins standing on the shore, and they were so numerous that it seemed to welcome him.

Here, he met the Master Assassin, A. Tabai.

The mysterious patterns on his face, his dark skin, and most of his face were under the white robe, but he could still see some kind of anger on his face.

This momentum is not a real rage, but some kind of spiritual power that is ready to be attacked, representing judgment, or rather, a predator hidden in the darkness.

Gordon ordered all the sailors to stay on board, and then approached in a dinghy with the Assassin's attire on his back, for whom he did not know if they were qualified to wear this fateful costume.

The sea was dyed red by the setting sun, and as the breeze blew and the water rose and fell on the sand, the Assassins seemed to have waited for a long time, silent as sculptures.

"Master. ”

"Welcome to Tulum, come with me. ”

There was no emotion on his face, just patted Gordon on the shoulder, and led the group towards the camp behind the jungle.

"Mary's carrier pigeon has brought back your message. ”

"I don't think I'll be able to get so many people's ...... Greeting?"

"Of course you can't. ”

"But you deserve respect for killing the Governor of Havana and dying for the sake of the Assassin's mission, but why?"

"What?"

"Before you arrived, I thought you might be an outcast Assassin who was assassinated for the sake of faith. But now I don't think so, there is no faith in your eyes. ”

His eyes looked at the person in front of him, since the rebellion of Duncan and Walpole, he no longer easily believed that young people were more simple, how similar the person in front of him was when Duncan came, gifted and thoughtful.

You only have to look at his strong muscles and contemplative eyes to tell.

"I don't know, it's just ...... An identity may also be the result of brain congestion. ”

Atabai paused to stare into Gordon's eyes for a long time before continuing on.

"Anyway, you've done what we failed to accomplish......"

Walking along the gloomy jungle path, in an open area, round houses made of hay and wood, Assassins on the hillside, young men covered in scars but still rising from the dirt ready to fight.

The old man and the child lit a fire, an Assassin brought back prey from the sea, and, of course, in a particular cave, more food was stored.

Sixty people, probably less.

Most of the people left here are still in training, or abandoned children and shipwrecked sailors.

The Assassins, who had been adopted and trained as a child, turned their daggers faster than even the best acrobats Gordon had ever seen.

The children needed a lot of nutrients to grow up in, and the Assassins never bothered about gold.

"The ships that belong to us regularly send more supplies of life, so that we will not live like beasts, but that's all. ”

Atabai reminded him that the Assassins, while following tradition, were not pedantic.

"Before dinner, I need to test your strength to decide what to teach you. ”

"Master, I'm just here for guidance. ”

Gordon refused, his strength could be increased through animus, and training was an act of disproportionate gain and effort for him.

"Your power determines what you do. ”

Atabai just stared at him and commanded.

Well, if Atabai insisted, he could only listen.

"Who's my opponent?"

Atabai simply walked to the center of the crowd and said, "You have been training long enough in this jungle to assassinate, climb, and excel in physique and fighting skills, but you have never been exposed to real combat, and assassinating wild beasts is nothing. This is Captain Gordon, Tulum's guest, and your chance to leave here. ”

As Attabai's words fell, a large number of Assassins quickly retreated towards the surrounding jungle before disappearing.

"Mr. Gordon, be careful. ”

More Assassins retreated into the jungle, leaving only Gordon and Atabay behind.

"Master, I don't quite understand. ”

"If you want to seek guidance from the Assassins, you need to know us. You need to know our way of being, our beliefs, our dogmas. ”

"I think I know enough. ”

"If you really know enough, you wouldn't be here. You are confused, you are confused about whether the person you killed is right, you are confused about whether what you are pursuing is right, if you want to join us, you have to understand us. Atabai stood like this, the words coming out of his mouth interfering with Gordon's perception.

A long pipe peeked out of the bushes, and as the wind drowned out the sound, whistle arrows crept in.

The battle-hardened Gordon didn't hear any movement, but he sensed the danger inexplicably, and at the last moment, one dodged sharply and dodged the arrow.

"Very well, you already have an instinctive warning, and many of the people who arrive will not be able to survive this sleeping arrow. ”

But the arrow was like a trumpet, and more assassinations followed.

Taking advantage of Gordon's distraction, the Assassin silently approached the branch above his head before leaping down.

Gordon was also a little angry at the moment, after all, if a person came to ask for help, the first thing he faced after coming was to be beaten, and everyone would be angry.

Without hesitation, he drew his Oath Sword, and with the crisp sound of swords clashing, two daggers smashed into the blade, carrying momentum from above.

A young face appeared in front of Gordon's eyes, but there was not the slightest hesitation in his eyes, those attacks were really fatal.

Bang!

Gordon kicked him in the stomach with great force, causing the assassin to fly three meters away, losing the ability to continue attacking.

"Assassins are killers, they walk between death, and every year, at least five Assassins die in training, and if you don't feel like you can do it anymore, you can always choose to stop. ”

"Go on!"

Gordon took a deep breath, now that the game had begun, it wasn't so easy to stop.