"Your first task is to eliminate a group of counter-revolutionary violents in the city. ”

When Muhadi walked out of Ctesian's office, he found another soldier and inquired about the Butcher of Truth's room. Along the way, there were fewer and fewer neatly dressed former Templars, and more and more former gladiators wearing only cloth clothes and no armor. It appears that Ctesian is nominally in charge of all of Tyr's guards, but in reality his "men" are divided into three distinct factions. Not knowing how loyal these former gladiators were to Tessian, Muhati felt that there would be no more rain than in the desert.

The Butcher of Truth seemed to be a special case unlike the other gladiators, first, he was well-dressed, unlike other gladiators who just scratched a few rags. Secondly, he was clean and smelled of spices, indicating that he was extravagant enough to bathe in water mixed with spices, unlike most people in the desert who just rubbed himself with dry sand.

The mustache is very good at hiding his feelings, and he is also able to fight against mind-reading methods. So the boy didn't bother to try it at all, he just glanced at the layout of the mustache's room, hoping to find some useful clues.

Unlike Cessian's style, the Butcher of Truth's room looked much empty, less literal and floating, and less headshot.

Muhadi noted an interesting fact that the specifications of these weapons vary greatly. Speaking of scimitars alone, judging from the shape of the blade, the angle of the waist back, and the length of the handle, it is impossible for these weapons to fit into the same fighting style. This suggests that either the mustache adapted to a variety of fighting styles, or he collected these weapons as a keepsake.

Considering that some gladiators had a habit of keeping the weapons of their opponents they killed, al-Muhadi thought it was more likely to be the latter.

The mustachioed man was also unruly, and as soon as he saw the boy coming, he gave him a straightforward task.

"Counter-revolutionary violence?" asked Muhadi, "what are the clues?"

"It is only known that they tried to assassinate high-ranking officials of the revolutionary government. The mustache explained, and the corners of Muhadi's mouth twitched strangely as if he was barely holding back his laughter.

"And who did they kill?" Muhathir asked with a bad premonition, "Do I need to protect these dignitaries?"

"Three nights ago, they attempted an unsuccessful assassination attempt targeting the deputy captain of the second detachment of the City Watch. That is, me. Mustache sneered and explained, "The assassin slipped into my house, but luckily, I was on a mission that day. ”

"The Assassins killed all the people in the house, the guards, the maids, my brothers and gladiators, and no one survived. There were no wounds on their bodies, except for one. ”

"All the deceased had only one small wound in the back of their head in the cervical vertebrae. The killer kills with just one blow, and my fellow guards and gladiators can't even leave him with a single scar. The search afterwards showed that all the blood stains were left by our own people, and the killer did not leave a drop of blood, a piece of clothing. When he said these three words, his tone changed.

"I have a magical alarm system in my mansion, which was made by the Coral Witch Shatiri herself. The mustache said in a subdued tone. "But until everyone in the mansion is killed, no one sounds the alarm, no one!"

For such a big thing, why didn't he hear any rumors in the city, Muhati thought. At this time, the mustache explained, "The ruling council ordered the news to be blocked, so as not to attack the prestige of the revolutionary government and cause panic among the people. ”

"Did the killer leave any other message?" the teenager asked, and based on his experience in the previous world, such assassinations against government officials generally had a real appeal. The killers will expose themselves if they want their actions to send a clear message.

"'I'm sorry. The mustachioed man said.

"What?" Muhati did not understand.

"'I'm sorry,'" the mustachioed man repeated, "that's all the Assassin left behind. She wrote it on the wall with the blood of the dead. ”

"She?" Mouhati noticed the name used.

"She, of course, don't you know what the phrase 'I'm sorry' means?" said the bearded man, and then changed to a helpless tone, "Of course you don't know, Psychic Warlock? Nothing to understand. ”

Muhadi tried to ignore the other party's misdeeds, "Then can you tell me the meaning of this sentence." ”

"It's not so much a word as a sign, a sign-like symbol. The mustache pointed his finger at the table.

"Symbol, symbolize what?"

"Symbolizing the intervention of the most powerful female Assassin group in the world," Mustache watched intently as Muhadi reacted, "Every time they kill someone, they leave the phrase 'I'm sorry' as a symbol, so people call them regretful guests......"

“...... They are also known as face dancers because they are said to be able to change their faces as easily as they want with a mask. With this ability, they can easily assassinate any target. When you're targeted by a face dancer, the dagger can reach at you from anyone, from any direction!"

Sure enough, you asked me to deal with such a "counter-revolutionary violent element"? Muhati thought to himself, butcher of truth, I will make you regret this one day.

"That sounds like a great Assassin," the boy exclaimed, "but how could such a good Assassin have his eye on you?" ”

"Face dancers rarely take on work, little psychic mancers, that's why they're rare. They can't be bought with gold, and if you hire a face dancer, you have to make them owe you a debt. ”

And you happen to offend a person who makes the face dancer owe, and Muhathir already understands what is going on.

"Sir, who do you think your opponent hired a face dancer, and which opponent has this ability?"

"As far as I know, there is only one person in the entire city of Tyre who has this ability. The mustache pulled out a yellow papyrus from under the table, with something written on it and a map. That map, Muhathir looked very familiar.

"His name was Zaheir ibn Shahbut, a nobleman, with the title of Pasha. He was once one of the richest men in the city, and the source of his wealth was the waterworks to the east of the city. The mustachioed man said with a smile.

The waterworks ......, "This is the one you lost to me before." Muhathir noted.

"Yes, this is the one you own now. The mustache replied.

"He holds a grudge for taking away the waterworks, so he hired a face dancer?"

"I'd think so," the mustache sighed exaggeratedly, "if I hadn't known, this Zaheer ibn Shahbut would have been slaughtered by my own hands before." ”

Muhadi felt dizzy that there was only one person in the city who could hire a face dancer, and that man was dead. So who is the real culprit behind the assassination? Is it because the butcher of truth deliberately lost to me at the water plant because he was afraid, so he wanted the killer to find me?

The young man was silent for a while, then nodded, "I will deal with this 'counter-revolutionary violence' incident." Farewell. ”

"Good luck at the table, Psychic Warlock!" Mustache squeezed out his sarcastic blessing, then folded his legs on the table and watched the young man leave the room with great interest.

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