"What's wrong with you? Char. ”

A voice from the side pulled Char out of his memory, it was the flame burning on the hearth, and a pair of eyes and a mouth came out, looking at him suspiciously.

That is also the demon of fire in the old man's mouth, Cassifer.

"Nothing, thinking about something." Char said.

"What fate did you give him?" Cassifer asked with some curiosity.

"One ..... From the Renaissance Assassins. Char muttered softly.

It wasn't because he felt sorry for the fate that Heilang had given him, after all, his heart was no longer in him.

His control of fate will gradually become stronger in the weaving of fate, which is beneficial to him, so he doesn't mind a "gesture".

The template Char used for the fate of Heilang was taken from Ezio in the Assassin's Creed series.

His family was also killed by a certain big force, and finally completed revenge.

Char felt that his story had a certain compatibility with Heilang's story, so he fused it.

The old man named Destiny did simplify the use of the power of destiny for Char.

If you weave your destiny directly from scratch, it will take a lot of energy and time, and you need to consider the existence of many variables.

It's like weaving a fate that he just gave to Heilang, and with his current ability, it will take at least a year to two years.

The old man directly made a simple lazy system for Char, as long as he entered various requirements, he would perfect these things for him.

This allows him to directly apply the fates of various story characters in his memory, which will be more convenient.

The character of this template can succeed in revenge because of his Assassin training and the special blood that flows through him.

His training as an Assassin came from his uncle.

Char had two options, and that was to use the power of fate to make him an assassin and let him teach him these techniques.

But this is undoubtedly Biden's laxatives in his coffee, and this is an extra move.

Therefore, Char let himself bear this fate, and he was responsible for teaching him the knowledge of the Assassins.

But Char obviously didn't know these assassin skills, and this required the power of fate to manifest.

However, allowing yourself to have these memories and teaching them to Helang would be a waste of unnecessary time.

Therefore, Char directly applied this power of fate to Heilang, that is, the extra memories of Heilang.

Char still doesn't know those assassin skills, and his existence is to give a reasonable "explanation" for this "memory".

Char didn't have much of the power of fate that he could muster right now, and in order to save consumption, he used his magic to create the Thorn and Hidden Blade, which he had just given to Heilang.

Hal often helps the royal family make some magic items, so after he inherits Hal's fate, it is not difficult to make these things.

Just cast a breath concealment charm on your original clothes.

He also knew the blueprint of the Hidden Blade through the power of fate, so he could make it using alchemy for some iron.

In addition, he did not fully manifest the Assassin bloodline.

Because the worldview of the template is not purely medieval.

In its background, it has a super-ancient civilization.

In this worldview, the Greek myths and Norse myths of mankind tell the story of this civilization.

In the plot, human beings were created by the people of this civilization, and they also created them such as the golden apple that can control people's hearts.

The so-called assassin bloodline is actually the bloodline of this civilization, and Hawkeye comes from this bloodline.

If all these things are manifested, the consumption will be secondary, and there will be some unnecessary variables.

In addition, there are no Templars in this world, there is no Brotherhood, and even Char is not 100% sure where this fate will lead his fate.

Just a template, after all.

"Isn't it amazing?" Cassivah asked.

"It depends on your definition of awesome, for ordinary people, he is awesome." Char said.

"His enemies don't seem to be ordinary people, they all have guns." Cassifer said.

"There is no need to worry too much about guns in this era."

As she spoke, Char walked to the table behind her.

"It lacks a war that is brutal enough."

Most of the firearms of this era were flintlock guns, not to mention the low hit rate, they could not be fired continuously, and they were easy to misfire and the damage was low.

On the table was a plate with half-cut toast, which he had had since acquired the castle, and some bacon and eggs, which Char had eaten before.

Just as he was about to pick up a knife and fork on one side and cut off a piece for tonight's dinner, he found that a very large cockroach was crawling on it at the moment, with two tentacles swaying, as if to greet Char.

Char's complexion was slightly stagnant.

On the other side of the table were some plates, almost all of which were heavily oiled, including knives and forks, and looked like they hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

He looked up, the room was small, and although it was a little dim, he could still see some cobwebs and old dust.

Char looked at the dark corner, in his hometown, there is a saying: when you see a cockroach, the cockroaches in the dark may not be able to squeeze too much.

He had no doubt that there should be a considerable number of shade-loving creatures such as cockroaches, rats, and spiders hidden inside.

"It doesn't have to be so clear." Char complained.

The original owner of this fate he inherited was such a man who was delicate on the outside, but unkempt on the inside, and this is only the tip of the iceberg of this castle.

Although Char is not a hygienic person, he is not sloppy either, and for him, the hygienic condition of this castle is beyond the scope of a normal person.

Char sighed and raised his hand, and the bread flew towards the flames along with the cockroach, and Cassivah opened his mouth of the flames to swallow it and chew it, making a chirp.

Then, Char put the knife on the table, and he had no appetite.

"This castle really needs a cleaner."

"But ask the cleaner for money, do you have the money?" Cassifer said.

Char bowed, "It's really a problem, food also costs money, and there is no food in the castle." ”

"You should ask that guy for a little payment." Cassifer said.

"I'll collect his reward later." Char Road.

"Otherwise, you can just change some money and spend it."

"Those are just tricks, and when the magic on them is gone, it will become waste paper." Char Road.

"What does that matter?" Cassifer said.

Char looked at Cassifer and said calmly.

"If you want to use magic, you have to obey the rules of magic, just like the contract between you and me.

The same is true of the human world, and if you want to live in human society, you have to abide by certain conventional rules. ”

"You're pretty kind." Cassifer said.

Char raised his eyebrows, "Although this is true, it has nothing to do with good and evil, the abuse of magic will lead to the loss of control of magic, and the same is true of human nature." ”

Cassifer was blazing and crackling, "You seem to know a lot, not at all like someone your age." ”

"Have you seen a lot of people?" Char laughed.

"At least, that's what I can remember."

Char smiled and didn't continue to explain.

When your score on the gaokao is high enough to reach some three-digit schools, and low enough to reach any of those schools' popular subjects, you'll be exposed to some unpopular subjects.

For example, Char's sociology.

There are a total of seven ancestors in sociology, four of them are rich second generations, and two are worry-free.

Although I study Marxism-Leninism every day, it has little to do with the system, and the employment prospects are equal to none, and the only advantage is that I have learned a lot, have a wide range of knowledge, and be able to speak well.

Char looked out the window at the street, the imperial capital had just passed a bitter cold, after a light rain, the breeze flowing through the city brought a little cold, the people on the street wrapped their clothes tightly, and accelerated their pace to run back to their warm home.

The flames of the stove in front of him resisted the chill of trying to penetrate the window.

He thought for a moment, picked up his coat and walked up the stairs.

"I'll go out for a while."

"What are you going to do?" Cassivah asked.

"Go out for dinner." Char said.

"But don't you have no money?"

"I have magic, don't I?" Char teased.

"I think those kind and rich nobles in the imperial capital should not bear to turn away me, a handsome and poor stranger."

Cassifer was silent for a moment and said, "I don't understand you humans, but is this your "following the rules"? ”

"The rules are also made on the premise of having enough to eat." Char said seriously.

"Moreover, these noble lords are a bunch of guys who like to break the rules, and there is always a price to pay for breaking the rules, don't they?"

"Like a dinner for you?" Cassifer complained.

"Don't let anyone in." Char laughed.

"Don't worry, even the witches of the wilderness can't come in without my permission." Cassifer said confidently.

"It's the only one looking for me." Char muttered softly.

With a click, the door closed, and he looked up at the foreign street, where a light rain had just fallen, and the fog in the city lanes was hazy, but even so, there was a faint smell of kerosene wafting in the air.

Char's eyes were in a little trance, and at this moment, he finally had some real sense that he had crossed over.

Although it does mean that he came out to forage for food, those words just now were naturally to tease Cassifer, and his main purpose when he went out was to follow Heilang.

This is the first time he has woven fate, and he needs to see how the power of fate works.

As it was nightfall, there was very little movement in the streets, and occasionally one or two carriages could be seen moving forward, and the light from the kerosene lamps was dim, and visibility was even worse under the fog after the rain.

The chill of the silent city gives goosebumps and reminds us of old London legends like "Jack the Ripper".

But then, Char shook her head amusedly.

Although I have just come to this world and don't know the specific situation, this is the imperial capital, and no matter how bad the law and order is, it is impossible to casually encounter any criminal .....

Char's smile froze.

At the end of the street, two scruffily dressed men were slowly walking towards him, and came to Char's face, their hands playing with a knife, and a strong smell of alcohol came to their nostrils.

Their eyes were fierce, and their voices were suppressed and they said to him fiercely.

"Don't make a sound, come with us into the alley."

Char shrugged his shoulders cooperatively.

At this moment, a sharp scolding sound came from nowhere.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Aren't you afraid of the Secret Chamber!? ”

When they heard this, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound with some displeasure.

There was no one on the street because of the light rain and the sudden drop in temperature, but at the end of the street, a horse-drawn carriage that looked rather delicate and luxurious was parked in the street.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid was standing beside the carriage looking over here, and there was a stout groom beside the carriage.

The faces of the two changed, and the original drunkenness was swept away in that instant.

In the imperial capital, there are either nobles or high-ranking officials with such a configuration, and no matter which one they have, they can't afford to mess with.

Almost without hesitation, the two drunks ran away in a panic, stumbling in steps.

Char thought for a moment and walked slowly to the carriage.

"Thank you very much for your outspokenness, ma'am."

"Don't thank me, thank my young lady, she asked me to help you." The maid said.

Hearing this, Char looked at the carriage, and soon, a sound came from inside the carriage, like fragile glass, transparent but fragile.

"Be careful when you go out in the future, in recent years, there have been more and more gangsters who have nothing to do in the imperial capital."

"You know what this is?" Char asked.

The man in the carriage was silent for a moment, and then said, "You're from outsider, aren't you?" Looking for a chance in the imperial capital? ”

"Yes." Char replied.

"These people wandering the streets, almost all of them come to the imperial capital from other places to find opportunities, I advise you, get out of here, if you have a field, guard your own field."

With that, the maid took out a pocket watch from her body, looked at the time, and then whispered beside the carriage.

"Your Highness, the banquet is about to begin."

"Let's go." The man in the carriage spoke.

The groom patted the horse with the whip in his hand, and the steed neighed and strode forward, the curtain on the carriage swaying as it moved.

Char quietly looked in the direction of the carriage leaving, but suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and took a sharp step back and hid in the shadow of the eaves.

On the other side of the street, two men dressed in groom costumes, seemingly looking for something, their eyes blindfolded, very strange.

Soon, they locked onto the departing carriage and slowly followed her.

Those two weren't human, they were magic, or rather, the magic of the Witch of the Wilderness.

"What are you looking at? Char. Cassifer's voice rang out in the depths of Char's heart.

"I'm watching..... Destiny. He muttered softly.