Susan offers her own insights.

According to Lin Qiu's estimates, according to the current scientific strength of the research institute, it is conservatively estimated that Susan will only be able to research a way to deal with the crow assassins in 30 years - at least she can tell him excitedly at the end of Henry VII's reign: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I have already worked out a way to kill the person who assassinated your father back then!"

"Hey, don't underestimate me!"

Faced with Lin Qiu's sarcasm, Susan said angrily.

But she didn't have too high expectations for this plan in her heart, thirty years may be an exaggeration, but three or thirty days will be a possibility. Any research needs to be based on time, and on the battlefield, time is the most scarce resource, which can affect the whole body, and may change at any time according to the current confusing situation.

She had to admit that the researchers who created monsters like the Crow Assassin were at least a generation ahead of them in terms of knowledge.

"Do you have any experimental equipment?" Lin Qiu asked another sharp question.

"I didn't ...... Nope!"

"There are simple utensils near the archives. Richard rounded up for Susan.

The Archives, the Royal Library and the Laboratory are the facilities of the royal cultural trinity, and the Institute has set up corresponding facilities in the vicinity to facilitate researchers to conduct experiments in a timely manner after consulting the materials.

"Anyway, even if I fail my research, it won't matter to you, you don't have to worry about me!" Susan insisted.

It's a win-win situation for her.

Once she has figured out how to prevent the Assassins from regenerating, she will be able to secure victory in the palace battle. And she was able to recognize the limitations of her and Jane's research through the blood of these freaks, which was a hard-won opportunity after the research hit a plateau. She took a deep breath: "You can't even give me a chance to try!"

"Okay, let's go find Albert. ”

After thinking about it again, Lin Qiu chose the safest way.

Princess Sophia has Phoenix and two S-class monsters in charge, and safety shouldn't be a problem. However, although Albert looked confident before, even the shadow came to protect Richard, Lin Qiu really couldn't think of any other people available around him, and the situation had changed, Albert didn't know that the Black Crow Assassin was involved before that.

Lin Qiu's decision surprised Ying.

He knew that Lin Qiu had been the opposite of Albert in terms of position, and the other party obviously failed to make a good impression on him in several contacts, in fact, it was difficult for Albert to make a good impression on anyone, he was too calculating, and even the enemy was often in his calculations.

The loyalists fear him, and the adversaries hate him.

If Ying stood on the same position as Lin Qiu, he would definitely not help Albert at such a time. But on a deeper level, Albert's death was a catastrophe for the Holutian League - of Henry V's three children, only Albert could be subdued, and his city was a source of fear for the nations, and if he died, the nations would be plunged into turmoil, and civil war would ensue in the struggle for their respective positions.

"That's exactly what the Sith wants to see, and I hate the Sith a little bit more than that, that's all. Lin Qiu said.

If the enemy had been only Theophalan's Assassins, it would have been possible for those men to assassinate Albert out of hatred. But the appearance of the Crow Assassin indirectly exposed the Chaos Cult, this kind of unkillable enemy he had seen twice, and both originated from the Chaos Cult.

And whatever the Sith did was with a strong sense of purpose, and Lin Qiu had to think about it more.

The Sith sees everything that happens on the continent as a chessboard, he never kills to hate someone, and the only people who can get on the Chaos Cult assassination list are those who hinder his plans. The Sith, who wants turmoil and war, has no more efficient means than assassinating Albert.

......

On the other side, the Royal Library.

Albert panted and ran between the bookshelves, it was a shame to be so embarrassed in his own base camp, but now he had to speed up his pace, hoping that the shelves would serve as a shield to cover him. After the soldiers summoned by the Horn fended off the first wave of the Assassins' attacks, a stronger enemy appeared.

Judging by the screams outside the door, it seemed that the situation was getting worse and worse.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the archive room is not far away, and only those who have the blood of the Henry clan and carry the badge are eligible to enter there, which is also the last way for him to give his badge to Lin Qiu and leave it to himself. If the Assassins managed to pass the test, he would have left his fate in the hands of someone else.

He hated the feeling, but he had to compromise.

The Assassin came with hatred, and to them, assassinating him seemed to be more than just business. With their skills, they could have bypassed the Kingdom Army and infiltrated the Royal Library, but they still chose to go on a killing spree, which was a demonstration - just like the execution of unarmed nobles by the rebels at the gates of the city nine years ago.

He was still young and witnessed the tragic scene from the high city walls.

Senseless killing.

However, this senseless killing bought him a hard-earned escape, and the Assassins presumably thought they had won the battle.

Finally, Albert stood in front of the door of the archives, the famous granite door closed, and next to it there was a recess for the emblem. Without hesitation, he drew the dagger he carried with him and cut a wound in the palm of his hand, the cut palm pressed against the stone door, which let out a low roar when it touched his blood.

In the imperial capital, each large family has its own treasury, and the archives are the treasury of the Henry family.

However, it is not the treasure that is displayed here, but the great decisions made by the kings, the benefits of the decisions, the sacrifices that come with the decisions, and the unforgivable mistakes in which his ancestors tried to warn their children in this way.

Piecing together these archives reveals the life of each king. Therefore, in Albert's view, it is more like the mausoleum of the kings, and one day in the future, he will also be sealed here in the form of words. After closing the stone door, Albert immediately came to one of the crystal high platforms, and the nameplate in front of the stage prominently inscribed the name of Henry V.

The presence of the Assassin convinced him of his suspicions that the rebellion nine years earlier was not accidental, but a failed murder against the Henry family.

And now, he must figure out who is manipulating this.

Albert glanced at every name in the book.

Among them were nobles who had been martyred nine years earlier, and there were also those who were identified as the initiators of the rebellion.

Eventually, his gaze rested on a familiar list.

Canor.