Chapter 820

In order to avoid being seen by the manager of the apartment, Zhang Heng and dadatis still walk through the window when they leave.

Downstairs in the Tiber River, there was a small boat left by dadatis, about the size of two people.

When Zhang Heng went down to the boat, he found that there were no oars in it, so he asked the old Persian trainer opposite him, "how can we get there?"

"Relax, we just have to go down the river." As he spoke, the old trainer untied the cable.

The next moment, the boat began to drift downstream under the action of the current.

Zhang Heng and dadatis sat in the bow and the stern.

The Tiber River at night, though not as prosperous and noisy as it is in the daytime, has its own unique scenery. The starry river is reflected in the river, like a transparent ribbon inlaid with agate. The reflection of the moon rippled with the waves of the small boat, which was broken and gathered together again.

"You are right not to come to me during the day." The old Persian trainer at the stern of the boat suddenly said, "recently, it's not very safe outside. We'd better reduce unnecessary meetings, especially in front of outsiders. You should remember to pretend you don't know me."

"Well?"

"Remember what I told you about the enemies of the blade of balance?"

"Oh, the traitor who allied with Octavian 200 years ago? I remember you said before that he formed an assassin organization similar to the structure of the blade of balance to deal with the blade of balance

"Yes, it's called hound," dadatis said. "We've had a lot of fights over the past 200 years, either in the light or in the dark, but about 60 years ago, our people had hit the hound hard and successfully assassinated most of the core members of the hound."

"So your people are doing well, and then what?"

"Then the few remaining survivors of the hounds disappeared and didn't show up again for a long time. We didn't find any trace of the hounds until about half a year ago."

"Do you think they're coming back?" Zhang Heng asked.

"It's not coming back, it's coming back." The old trainer's face looked serious. "We just received the news that a core member was assassinated and killed while investigating the suspected hound target in Britannia, and we don't have any clues about the killer."

"Is it made by hounds?"

"We don't know yet, but we can't think of any other possibility except hounds. The assassin was named blackfish. He may not be the most powerful assassin in the organization, but he can definitely be regarded as the most cautious group. Moreover, he was born in Britannia and was a local snake there. In addition to the strength of the organization, he still had a lot of opportunities there His death also shocked other members of the organization. "

"You're worried about it." Zhang Heng looked into the eyes of the old trainer.

"Yes, the reappearance of hounds shows that the survivors of the sixty years' War did not give up revenge, but quietly accumulated their strength. They have been preparing for such a long time. When they show up again, they will never just want to kill one or two people. This probably means that a new war is coming, the war between balance blade and hounds."

Dadatis expressed his worry, "although the battle 60 years ago was won by the blade of balance, over the past 60 years we have been a little too comfortable, and we don't know anything about the new hounds, but our enemies must have been studying us, and once they decide to fight, they will hit us to the core."

"But didn't you tell me you were going to retire?" Zhang Heng said, "in this case, it's better to leave as soon as possible, so the things behind have nothing to do with you."

"Am I the kind of person who is ready to run away?" The old trainer was discontented. "And you don't want to learn the way of balance from me honestly. You can't only be interested in the part of fighting. You should know that no matter what kind of fighting skills are, they are just means. Our mission is to maintain the balance of everything in the world for cleis. You need to always remember this, because it is this that distinguishes us from other assassins. ”

"Hmmm." Zhang Heng answered casually.

Seeing this, dadatis sighed again. His student is good at everything. He can be regarded as the perfect model of Assassin. The only problem is that he can't accept the belief of balance blade. Before that, dadatis thought that it doesn't matter to take his time. As long as Zhang Heng is willing to join the balance blade, he can gradually change his mind It's the best way to get involved.

But when he heard of the black fish's death, dadatis realized that he might not have so much time.

While they were talking, the boat had drifted to the bottom of an arch bridge. Dadatis took back his thoughts, stretched out a hand, and knocked rhythmically twice on the pier. At the next moment, a ladder fell from the bridge.

The old trainer made a please sign, so Zhang Heng climbed up the ladder to the bridge.

There was a carriage, wrapped in black.

"Don't think about it. This is a special time. The priest is very important to the blade of balance, so we need to ensure her safety as much as possible.""I can understand." Zhang Heng took the blindfolded black cloth and climbed into the carriage. He said it was a carriage, but it was very different from the carriage specially used for riding in later generations. There were only two wheels, far less comfortable than later generations, and there were no doors and windows. Zhang Heng climbed in from a small mouth and felt like he was lying in a coffin.

Especially when the only mouth was sealed by dadatis.

"I can only send you here. Someone will take you on the way back. When you see the priest, remember to show respect. She hates people who are disrespectful to cleis."

"It's not hard to guess." Zhang Heng snorted, feeling the shortness and coldness around him.

Fortunately, the journey was not long. After about half an hour, they arrived at their destination. But no one called Zhang Heng out of the carriage. Instead, four slaves directly carried the carriage.

Zhang Heng silently counted in his heart. After a hundred steps, he was put down again.

Then there was no sound around, the slaves seemed to have left, and he seemed to have been forgotten.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that there was a voice with almost no emotion. It was as cold as marble. It rang out from his ear, "you are quite calm. Aren't you afraid that I will let people throw you into the river directly?"

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