"Being a blacksmith doesn't necessarily require an anvil and a furnace, nor does it necessarily require a topless sledgehammer." Roy said to Siria.

With his special ability, as long as he has time, he can use only a few iron ingots to create a meteorite sword core, and the outer layer is coated with a fine sword of mythril.

The two of them stepped on the thick snow and returned, only to find that Dean Drumon was long gone, leaving only a dozen or so apprentice mages with grief-stricken faces to collect corpses everywhere.

"Wait, that's not right." Roy glanced at the dead mages and saw that the wounds on their corpses were not caused by the unique elven knives of the Safari Warriors or the bite of the Wild Hounds.

He glanced at the scene again, and found that in addition to the mage, there were some white hooded robes and leather armor among the corpses.

Roy had long guessed that Drumon, the head of the Academy of Magic, was a Templar, and that the gang of thieves who wanted to steal the tablets of Prometheus was the Assassin Brotherhood. However, he did not expect that the Assassins would pick the critical moment of the hunting attack and go to steal the slate.

"What happened?" Roy called a mage and asked.

He had dealt with Illarion, read Altaïr's notes, and knew that the Assassins had always adhered to the credo of not killing innocents. While the head of the Academy of Magic is likely to be a Templar, the other mages have no grievances with the Brotherhood.

However, looking at the death on the ground, it is clear that the Assassins took advantage of the fact that the mage and the wild hunt were greatly damaged, and launched a sneak attack. Hidden blades, crossbows, bombs, and all kinds of weapons were used, and in the end they caused heavy casualties.

A third of the mages killed tonight were the work of the Assassins.

The young mage, who had lost several of his classmates, saw Roy and cursed, "Mr. Roy, after you killed the Hunting Mage and forced the enemy to retreat, these assassins suddenly appeared and crossed the battlefield, launching indiscriminate attacks along the way. I heard people shouting, 'Kill one more mage, one more Templar will weaken the power of the Temple.'" But what a temple is, we simply don't know! May these vicious rats with blood on their hands rot and die in the sewers! ”

"Where's Mr. Dean?"

Although he wanted to collect his companion's corpse as soon as possible, the young mage still did not dare to slack off in the face of Roy's questioning. The battle between Roy and Calanhill just now, many mages can see it clearly. Not to mention anything else, the last breath released more than a dozen fireball spells, and the spell casting ability that directly killed the wild hunting mages made all the mages watching the battle stunned.

This kind of spell casting speed, which does not need to rely on spells and gestures to guide the magic power, as well as the abundant magic power that supports the consumption of a dozen fireball spells, all make the mages admire from the bottom of their hearts.

Dean Drumon is considered the top figure in the European mage world, but even he can't compete with Roy. That's a spell-casting realm that doesn't rely on magic props at all, and relies on its own strength alone!

"Mr. Roy, Dean Drumon hurried back to the library ten minutes ago, probably worried about the assassins." The young mage replied respectfully.

"Siria, you're injured, go back and rest first."

The white-haired girl nodded, watching Roy run towards the library.

When Roy arrives at the library, he discovers that a large hole has been blown out of the exterior wall by some kind of alchemical explosive. The library was littered with rubble, and it was a mess. And the most critical Prometheus slate is also missing.

Because the wild hunt has attracted the attention of the entire Academy of Magic, the Assassins have no scruples about stealing again, and can simply and rudely break through the library's protective measures and steal the slate.

At this time, Dean Drumon stood where the Prometheus slate had been placed, motionless, his originally elegant and tranquil face covered with clouds.

"Mr. Dean, are there any traces of thieves?" Roy didn't ask anything else at this time, but was just concerned about whether he could get the slate back in time.

Through his research these days, he knew that this flame tablet of Prometheus was related to the location of the Precursor Pantheon. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for Roy to decipher all the information recorded on the slate.

Something so important, Roy must not allow it to fall into the hands of anyone else.

"Did you see what happened on your way here, Master Roy?"

Roy nodded.

"As you might have guessed, I'm a Templar. The thieves who coveted the tablets of Prometheus belonged to the Assassin Brotherhood. "Mr. Roy," said Drummond, "I noticed you long ago when Countess Matilda recommended you to me, even though we had not yet met. After all, when we were at Red Maple Manor, you caused us a lot of trouble. ”

It was not a surprise to be broken by Drummond.

On the night of the Red Maple Manor, although Roy disguised himself as the Count of Bordeaux and did not reveal his true appearance, as long as he checked a little afterwards, among the guests staying in the manor, which of them suddenly said goodbye, it was easy to find out Roy's identity.

But Roy wasn't flustered.

During this time, he got the quantum vicebrain, studied magic, and passed the grass trial, and his strength can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, even for a figure like Drumon who is at the top of the mage world, he is slightly inferior to him.

There's no way, who called this just a low-magic world, the ceiling of personal strength is so high, it's easy to reach the top.

With absolute strength, Roy certainly has absolute confidence.

The Count of Bordeaux, hidden under the arrogant nouveau riche nobility, was a brilliant mind. Because of Roy's words, he saved a life under Illario. The Lord Earl was keenly aware of the differences between Roy and Illario, who was an Assassin.

Therefore, when he informed the Templars about what had happened at the Manor, he noted that although Roy had sided with the Assassins in this incident, he was an important figure who could be fought over and could not be easily attacked.

He took responsibility for the theft of several key items, but did not list Roy as an enemy out of anger.

It has to be said that this was the luck of the Knights Templar.

So when Drumon approached Roy, he adopted a certain strategy of wooing. Because he knew that since Roy was related to the Assassin Brotherhood, it was very likely that he knew the secrets of the Pieces of Eden and was very interested in them. So this dean's gentleman is willing to share the secrets about the Prometheus tablet.

Now that he had opened the skylight and said something bright, Roy asked directly, "Mr. Dean, what do you want from the slate?" What do the Pieces of Eden mean to you? Please note, Mr. Dean, your words will determine my position, and I hope we will be frank and honest. ”

What Roy needed was a tablet of Prometheus. Now that the slate has been stolen, he doesn't necessarily have to side with Drumon and help him recover it. With Illarion's connections, it was easier to contact the Assassins.

But as soon as it comes, tonight, the Magic Academy has done a lot to defend against the invasion of wild hunts, and Roy just patted his ass and left, which is inevitably a little cold. Second, the previous assassin's indiscriminate killing of innocents did not make Roy feel much favorable.

Among the Templars were evildoers like Goodhart, and the Assassin Brotherhood was not a pure revolutionary ranks.

Drumon sighed in the face of Roy's question, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then said slowly: "The ultimate goal of the Templars is to collect all kinds of Pieces of Eden and use their power to create an orderly and unified and powerful human world. It was because I shared this philosophy that I joined the Knights Templar. ”

The phenomenon of the intersection of the celestial spheres has changed the history and development trajectory of the earth. Although the degree of civilization development is not high enough, in this late Middle Ages, the dawn of the Renaissance, many people of insight have realized that although human beings are the only intelligent beings who dominate the earth, in the entire universe, darkness and threats are far beyond imagination.

Can this small boat on the earth carry mankind to the other side of prosperity?

Drummond believes that only order can unite the forces of humanity against threats both inside and outside the planet. This was the reason why he joined the Templars.

"Cortana, is there anything unusual?"

"Nope. The target's breathing, heartbeat, telangiectasia, skin temperature, and brainwave data are all within the normal range, and he is telling the truth. ”

Since Luo Yi purchased the mind controller plug-in, after several experiments, he felt that although the ability of direct mind control was powerful, it was too restrictive and impractical. So with Cortana's help, Roy transformed the plug-in into a "psychic and subconscious influence amplifier".

Now, Roy has lost the ability to directly control the consciousness of his target in a simple and brutal way, but has gained the ability to emit special radio waves when he speaks, subtly reinforcing the persuasiveness and influence of his language.

Although the effect is not exaggerated to the extent of walking up to the King of England and saying "I am your father", King Henry will take off the crown and abdicate to make way for Xian, but it is a very practical prop.

Whether it was Drummond's honesty or Roy's influence, in short, the dean was telling the truth.

Unlike the Templars, who advocated absolute order to establish an ideal state, the Assassin Brotherhood valued freedom more. They believe that absolute order will only suppress human imagination and creativity, bring civilization to a standstill, and create countless horrors and oppressions.

It is precisely because of the different concepts that the two organizations have been fighting for various pieces of Eden for thousands of years, while conducting secret wars.

Roy now has a deep understanding of both organizations. He knew that a considerable number of Assassins and Templars belonged to the inheritance of their fathers, from generation to generation. And because the two sides always stage the drama of "grandpa kills grandpa, dad kills dad, son kills son", so the blood feud continues to deepen, and the war never stops.

For many Assassins or Templars, it was difficult to distinguish between destroying their enemies and achieving their ideals.

And people like Drumon who really join the organization because of pure ideals can be said to be quite scarce.