The Assassin League was no weaker than the Templars, though.

However, the Assassins were soft power, while the Templars were hard power, and although the overall strength of the two sides was comparable, the Assassins were undoubtedly no match for the Templar Order if they were the front.

I am willing to keep my faith in this life, and thousands of troops and horses will avoid white robes.

Although this sentence is very domineering, except for the protagonists of those legendary masters, who can really take the head of the general after thousands of troops?

"The Holy Sword must be in hand, and only by mastering the power of the Holy Sword can we possibly defeat them on the frontal battlefield."

Ye Ming finally came to such a conclusion.

Several of the Assassin leaders of Versailles were silent for a moment, and after glancing at each other, they all nodded in agreement.

His strong charisma and diplomacy make it easy for him to convince people.

Seeing that everyone nodded, a smile appeared on the young man's face.

…………

Night.

Versailles is still brightly lit.

It is inhabited by the highest echelons of people in the whole of France.

For those who love luxury, the night is just the beginning of the day.

Celebrations were held in the court, and nobles were invited to the banquet.

Ye Ming followed behind a middle-aged nobleman and walked towards the palace with him.

"There is no place in the Palace of Versailles as you say."

He listened to Ye Ming's story, thought about it carefully, and then replied: "However, inside the palace, we are not allowed to enter. ”

"That is, that place is not in the outside area?"

Ye Ming nodded understandingly.

Beside him was a member of the Assassin Brotherhood.

At the same time, he is also one of the upper nobles of France.

Just as members of the Knights Templar permeated the world, so too did members of the Assassin League.

Both of these forces have a long history of thousands of years, and the extent to which their heritage is so profound that outsiders will never understand.

Pondering in their hearts, the two had arrived at the entrance to the Palace of Versailles.

Ye Ming quietly put on his smiling mask and put on the assassin hood he had just changed.

Then his form faded into obscurity, disappearing into the darkness.

The middle-aged nobleman tidied up his clothes, and naturally walked through the guards and into the palace.

A moment later, Ye Ming's figure reappeared beside him.

"Be careful."

"Be careful."

After instructing each other, the two separated.

Ye Ming walked to the left, avoiding the patrolling soldiers all the way, his figure hidden in the darkness, and used particle manipulation to cover himself.

After walking for about ten minutes, he reached the far left of the palace.

A special paint was used to carve an Assassin's logo into the wall, and the boy looked up at the area.

Although the Assassin had explained that he had not seen anything like it in the Outer Territories.

However, the possibility of a secret room cannot be ruled out.

For the sake of prudence, Ye Ming still decided to walk through this area.

With the particle manipulation, he can clearly feel his surroundings everywhere he walks, and he is not worried about missing any secret rooms.

But such efficiency is obviously slow.

After he had completed his inspection of a third of the area, news of the discovery of the target had already arrived from the other side.

So it's really easy to use Eagle Eye or something.

Ye Ming was a little glad that he really couldn't find the target in such a short period of time with his own words alone.

Only an unscientific thing like Hawkeye can do this.

With a sigh, Ye Ming walked over there.

But after a few moments, there was a cacophony of voices all around.

"Discovered?" The boy paused and hid himself behind a rockery.

The entire palace troops entered a state of solemn vigilance in an instant.

If nothing else, a member of the Assassins was discovered......

"The Assassins' stealth can be hidden from others, but not from the Templars, who also have Precursor blood." White Len appeared over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes and glancing at the scene of the turmoil.

“Len…… Do me a favor. After thinking about it, Ye Ming spoke to the cat beside him.

"Got it." White Meow nodded.

The next moment, white snowflakes covered everyone's eyes.

Instead of pursuing lethality, only ensuring the number of snowflakes, even Len, whose strength is limited, can make the entire Palace of Versailles enter an abnormal state.

Now that it's messy, let's just get a little messier.

This is what Ye Ming thinks.

With snow as a cover, this kind of chaos should be quite a favorable situation for the Assassins.

After a few more steps, Ye Ming saw the retreat signal from the assassin.

The middle-aged nobleman who had been separated from him before didn't know when he came to his side.

With a faint glow in his eyes, he glanced at Ye Ming, who was hiding in the shadows, pretended to look down for something, and passed him a word when he passed by - the holy sword fell into the hands of the Templars.

Ye Ming's eyes froze.

After thinking about it, he quietly followed the assassin and quietly moved forward for a while.

After a few moments, the surrounding crowd faded away.

The Assassin looked back: "Kars missed, and now the relics are in the hands of those guys. ”

"What about people?" Ye Ming's words were concise and to the point.

"Over there." The Assassin gestured to the other side.

Ye Ming turned his head to look, his gaze frozen.

From here, you can clearly see the center of the palace.

There, a figure with a scepter in his hand and a crown on his head stood—this was the current Emperor of France, Louis XIV.

And beside him, a young man was close to him.

What the young man was holding in his hand was the Sword of Eden that he had seen in the video earlier.

"I suggest, retreat first." The middle-aged assassin looked at him and suggested.

Ye Ming took a deep breath.

After staring at the other side for three seconds, he turned his head and looked at the assassin beside him: "I take the liberty of asking, what is your name?" ”

"Germain, Germain Dorian."

"Thank you." Ye Ming nodded, a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes: "Can you please tell me, apart from the entrance, where else can I leave this palace?" ”

"......" Germain looked at him and was silent for a long time.

Ye Ming's meaning, he already understood.

But over there, there were thousands of royal guards.

The young man's thoughts are no different from sending him to death.

"Are you sure?" His last exhortation.

"I'm pretty sure." Ye Ming nodded.

The holy sword was close at hand, and there was no reason to back down.

Once this time is missed, it is completely unknown where the Templar Knights will transfer the holy sword with the power of the Templar Order.

Seeing his affirmative attitude, Germain sighed and turned his head, not admonishing.

Look at the center of the court.

"Underground in Versailles, there is actually an ancient tomb." Germain said, gesturing his fingers: "And the entrance, just below the throne." ”

There was a faint light in his eyes, pointing out the easiest route for Ye Ming.

Ye Ming listened carefully, deducing the possible situation in his mind, and his gaze swept over the assassin beside him.

Dorian...... Is it?

The surname is familiar, and with his French aristocratic status, it is almost certain that this is the ancestor of the legendary Arno Dorian decades later.

Hawkeye's ability is really passed down from one line to the next.

After listening to the other party's story, Ye Ming closed his eyes, thought in his mind for a while, and then took a deep breath.

The next moment, his figure quickly rushed out.

Germain watched his movements from behind, sighed, and pulled out several smoke bombs from his back.

How much can it help?

The middle-aged assassin threw them all out.

The next moment, countless choking white smoke rose from the square.