"The aristocratic period, at least the pre-Arthurian period." Sherlock muttered softly.

"More than a hundred years ago." McCroft judged.

After a pause, he seemed to realize something, "When Mordred started the revolution, many nobles and military leaders were assassinated. Historians believe that it was Mordred's assassination force. ”

His eyes gradually sharpened, and he turned to Ebony, "Is that you?" ”

"I wasn't born yet, so I didn't know what was going on." "But when he teaches us, he often uses the Britannian Revolution as an example. ”

"Teach you?" Sherlock was keenly aware of the key, "How long did he live?" ”

The Arthurian period was more than a hundred years ago, and the one in front of me was only forty or fifty years old.

"He didn't die very long." "The mentor was a very long-lived man, and many of us speculated that he would live forever, so on the day he died, everyone was caught off guard. Panic spread throughout the Brotherhood, and because of his death, many things have arisen within the Brotherhood. ”

Mycroft looked up at the statue of Heilang and spoke quietly.

"You should be behind the revolution in Tsarist Russia and Germany, right?"

He continued, "I have studied the coup d'état in Tsarist Russia. At that time, Nicholas II could have evacuated St. Petersburg under the protection of the army, but chose to surrender at dawn the next day, which is very strange. ”

He had heard Borg say that the Brotherhood would drive the revolution behind the scenes, so it was natural to make this inference.

"It did help a bit." Ebony's eyes twinkled, "At that time, I was in that palace. Of course, I'm just a small character. All the plans were planned by the mentor and the gentleman. ”

His eyes darkened, "At that time, the mentor was still very energetic, and because of this, everyone thought that he still had many years to live." ”

As his words fell, the place was silent for a moment, until Mycroft took a slow breath.

The same goes for Sherlock, who has a faint glimmer in his eyes.

"The fall of the three monarchies of empires that have been incomparably large in the entire history of mankind has nothing to do with you.

In a sense, the history you have created can really be called epic. ”

"I thought you wouldn't believe it." "There is no historical record of all this. ”

Mycroft turned his head to look at Char's statue, "Looking at this, we can't believe it."

He looked at Kuro Monique and exclaimed, "He is indeed a hero. The vast majority of the so-called heroes in this history cannot escape fame and fortune. But there are too few people like him who are purely fighting for the liberation of mankind and never care about the existence of his name. ”

"This is your ancestors." Eboni smiled, "Your ancestors who are related by blood. ”

Sherlock frowned slightly, looking at Ebony suspiciously.

"I've been curious since I was just now." How the hell do you know who we are, intuition? ”

Eboni smiled as he walked to the center of the circular platform, where a Romanesque basin of water was erected.

There are a lot of porcelain bowls upside down next to it.

He filled a clean bowl with some water and brought it to Mycroft.

"Do you believe me?"

Mycroft stared at Ebony, speechless.

"If you believe me, drink this basin of water." He said, "All your doubts will be answered." ”

A stranger who has not known each other for ten minutes asks someone to drink a bowl of water of unknown origin, and anyone will be wary.

But Mycroft was silent for only a few seconds before taking the bowl from Ebony's hand and drinking it down.

Sweet water passed through his throat and into his abdomen.

I don't know how long it took, but he only felt a faint feeling in front of his eyes, but he had been trained in the past to vomit the elixir, so this dizziness was within his tolerance.

But gradually, he felt that his surroundings had dimmed, and in the darkness, he seemed to hear a group of people whispering something.

There were many strangers around him, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the realm.

It's still the same familiar rotunda, but it's unlit. Only one of the five statues that just existed here remains.

It's the statue of the mysterious being, but it looks newer.

Soon, Mycroft noticed that his clothes had changed, and he had become a long, hooded thorn.

There were many people dressed like him.

In front of him, a middle-aged man wearing a special thorn was slowly speaking.

"When others are blindly seeking truth and truth, remember—"

"Everything is empty." The rest of the Assassins around them spoke in unison.

The resonance of the voices of dozens of people was striking.

The firmness and conviction in those words shook people's hearts even more.

"When others are bound by law and morality, remember—"

"All is possible!"

"Walk in the Darkness and Serve the Light, We Am"

Everyone also answered the conversation at this moment.

"Assasin!"

At this time, Mycroft finally recognized that the middle-aged man in front of him was the man named Heilang.

The creator of the Brotherhood.

The carving technique of the statue is very good, and it is 100% perfect to restore this legend who has no name in history.

His face is vicissitudes, but his eyes are resolute, and his deep eyes seem to see through the torrent of human history.

At this moment, he has experienced the Britannian Revolution and has a clearer understanding of the future of mankind.

"Alright, you guys go up." "Before going to church, do the final imprinting." Go back to your blood."

Black Lang turned his head to look at Mycroft.

His wise eyes seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space to meet him.

"You will find the power that comes from deep in your genes"

Mycroft couldn't control his body, or rather, it wasn't his body in the first place.

He's just going through another person's life.

He followed the crowd to the church.

Next, he began to undergo the rigorous training of the Assassins, who seemed to be pushing his body to the limit.

Stealth, assassination, reconnaissance, counter-detection, climbing.

He's been trained in the same kind of way in the past, and even more so much. Here, however, it is more about how to assassinate.

There are some unique tricks that even Mycroft will take your breath away.

For example, use your pinky finger to pick a lock in two seconds. Another example is how to restrain the breath, hide the killing intent, and make yourself "inconspicuous" in the crowd.

As time passed, he seemed to gradually forget who he was, and truly became the Assassin.

He felt that he was getting stronger and sharper day by day, and that some potential in his body was gradually being squeezed out......

In the real world, Sherlock saw his brother standing there after drinking the glass of water, his eyes closed, but motionless.

"Mycrof?" Sherlock shouted with a slight frown.

He looked at Ebony, "What did you give him a drink?" ”

"It can open the entrance to the journey of origins." Eboni muttered in a low voice, "It's the mentor taught to me by the Grand Mentor, who used a hallucinogenic herb to concoct a special potion......"

As his words fell, Mycroft finally opened his eyes.

There was a flash of golden light in his eyes, and at this moment, the perspective of the whole world was different.

He felt his senses sharpened, and nothing that was happening around him could escape his senses.

The surroundings were darkened, and everything important was a different color in his view.

For example, Ebony in front of him turned a dull green, which seemed to represent the color of friendliness, Mycroft thought to himself.

Sherlock, on the other hand, turns a dark gold, and there seems to be some starlight in his body, which is completely different from Ebony (end of this chapter)