Chapter 56

Eagle's nest, the assassin headquarters of assassins of assassins, is a castle in the mountains. It is famous for being easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Here, there is a very excellent environment, and the food and clothing expenses are all the top. Nothing else, just because this is the top assassin training base.

In 1084, Hassan, an important Egyptian Minister, was driven out of Egypt because his eldest son failed to compete for the throne. But the old man, who had been tossing about in his position all his life, had already paved the way for himself.

What Maka saw just now was this ambitious old man.

Now he is called "shanlao", who leads the whole Ismail sect and is trying to overthrow the Seljuk Dynasty. It can be said that although people are old, their wild hopes are still full.

Maka rode his horse along the path in the mountains and looked back. The eagle nest was shining in the sunrise, like a star rising from the stars.

He can't know the content of the task, but it's just to assassinate a character. Although he still hasn't figured out royna's intention and whether he can do such a thing as killing, he can only go on.

"Since I've just got here and given a task, it shouldn't be wrong to follow the task," Maka thought.

Inexplicably, the memories pouring into my mind don't seem messy. The assassin named "Alani" was the first assassins of Assassin asasin. In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Maka most was some mild magic knowledge mixed among them.

"Quickness, silence, concentration... These are rough applications of the rules," Marca said as she adjusted to the horse against her memory and distracted her thoughts.

"... is roina telling me how to use the rules?"

Perhaps this is one of royna's intentions. After all, these applications are based on "will". If no one teaches, it is obviously very difficult to try to learn.

But now, Maka can clearly feel how to use them.

The horse's feet are fast, but it takes time to be fast. A few days later, Maka finally arrived at her destination.

He led the horse to the horse shed of the hotel and fed some food, grass and water before he went to the slum on the edge of the city. The location of the joint is in a basement there.

Taking the regular and complex knocking at the door as the code, Maka was successfully taken to the basement.

"Old Shan's subordinate, the guardian of the secret, this is the proof of the mission."

In the dark basement, the air was very turbid, and the corners were wet and covered with stains and mottled.

He handed the parchment roll to the man sitting behind the table. After the other party confirmed the sealing paint, he gently opened it and looked at it again.

"Dear guardian, this is the task we applied for. Please complete it cleanly." the man said respectfully, "everything is for faith!"

"For faith!"

Maka readily echoed, took over a stack of data, and then resolutely turned and left.

The purpose of the action is not complicated, but in any case, it is undoubtedly a very difficult task to assassinate a person with status.

The target figure is a Sunni high believer, who also has a certain power in the dynasty. Maka thought about it and chose the place in each other's home.

The other party's information is complete, including when and where it will appear, what to do every day, and even the plane map of each place.

But accidents are always inevitable. Being careful is the key.

A few days later

Maka has been squatting diagonally opposite each other's residence for more than three hours. He hid his body from the height and watched carefully through the dense canopy. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the branches shook, dispersing the sultry heat in the air.

There are dark clouds spreading here in the sky. It seems that there will be a heavy rain at night.

"Today's situation is good. The guards in the residence have almost found out. They can start."

Maka touched the dagger in her arms, and a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still had doubts about the assassination - he didn't know what would happen to him. The new memories in his mind made him want to vomit.

"For a long time, I'm afraid it will be affected..." Maka couldn't help sighing.

Another two hours passed, and it was getting dark. The target has also returned to the residence. He is bathing now. He should go to the bedroom to rest soon.

Maka waited a little longer, then pulled out the dagger and held it tightly in her hand.

The time has come to act anyway.

The process of sneaking in was surprisingly smooth. It can be said that those trainings have almost become the instinct of the body.

He walked quickly against the wall. The "silent" effect made him come and go silently, and soon jumped to the inside of the wall.

"The patrol has a few minutes to spare. It's easy."

After a long time of training, the physical fitness and explosive power of this body were quite excellent. After stepping on the wall for a few steps, he climbed directly to the windowsill on the second floor.

Pry open the bolt on the inside of the window with a tool. After the probe is checked, it is followed by a tumbling and falling steadily in the corridor.

After a while, a second patrol passed downstairs. He didn't disturb anyone.

The bedroom is on the far right side of the corridor. At the moment, the target is still in the bathroom. Maka runs silently through the corridor like a cheetah walking in the dark.

This bedroom is large, but there are few places to hide. Maka looked around, but accidentally found a secret door under the bed.

"No wonder the structure of the first floor is strange. It used to hide some space here."

Opening the secret door requires moving the bed. Maka decides not to act rashly first. After the task is completed, she will see if there is a chance.

He will hide himself in the narrow space behind the bed and wait for the arrival of the target.

It turned out that he calculated the time accurately. Before long, the target pushed the door in, shook his fat and fell asleep in bed.

"So drinking is easy to delay things."

After the target fell asleep, Maka came to the bed with a sharp dagger.

But he was about to do it, but he stopped as he expected.

The blade of the dagger was falsely placed on the neck of the target. As it moved forward, a cold light appeared on the blade. The luster showed a trace of dark blue, which was obviously poisoned.

"Do you really want to start? Is it necessary?" facing an unarmed person, as long as you gently send the blade, even if you only rely on the mixed snake venom on the blade, you can quickly take the other person's life.

Such an easy move made Maka stiff.

"Is it necessary?" Maka asked herself again, but she couldn't find the answer.

As time went by, the target was still sleeping soundly, but as an assassin, Marca's forehead was covered with sweat.

The weather is still very hot. There are dark clouds in the sky outside the window, and the air is so stuffy that people almost want to faint.

"Boom!"

A flash of thunder in the clouds outside lit up Maka's face at the moment - his expression was full of struggle.

"Boom --!"

There was another flash of lightning, and the target seemed to be disturbed, frowning and moving. But the chubby middle-aged man couldn't think that it was such a move that killed himself on the spot.

Almost instinctively, the blood in his throat surged, and the other party obviously struggled a few times. But Makana's gloved left hand pressed the other party's mouth, and the powerful force made people unable to move at all.

Soon, there was only a cold body and a stiff assassin left on the bed.

"Boom!"

The third lightning cut through the night sky and lit up the whole mansion, as well as the bright red beds in the bedroom.

This feeling is really unspeakable. Although I haven't seen death, the feeling of doing it yourself is still unforgettable. After a while, Maka gradually calmed down.

"What a terrible assassination," he said with a wry smile after glancing at the filth on his body. "It's obviously unqualified according to the judgment in training."

Although it was unqualified, there was no noise just now. Marca pushed the bed a few inches away and heard a slight "click" - the secret door opened.

This is a small dark room that allows only one person to bend down and enter. Inside, there are a lot of gold and silver, as well as many secret documents.

Maka picked up several documents and looked at them, but found that they were not of much use.

The people in the eagle nest are never short of money. What's more, Maka is hiding in this body now. Even if she takes the estimate, it's useless.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, Marca caught a glimpse of a tightly bound box.

He cut the overlapping rope with a dagger, opened the box and saw that it was an Arabic dagger.

However, this dagger is obviously unusual. There are strands of transparent waves on it, and there is a hidden and obscure smell. It looks very mysterious.

Maka didn't touch it easily, but she couldn't see anything just by looking.

But if he doesn't touch it, it doesn't mean he can.

I felt an inexplicable force surging from Maka's heart, driving him invisibly and extending his hand to the handle of the dagger. Even if he reacted quickly, the rebellious will was useless. At this moment, his hands didn't listen to him at all.

At the moment of touching the dagger, a cold breath spread from the fingers to the whole body. The feeling was indescribable. Although it was not painful, it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he was not aware of anything different. He just felt that the frightening feeling that the blade had just wiped people's neck disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, Maka felt a blur in front of him. When his sight became clear again, he found that the scene returned to the "mountain old" room of the eagle nest again.

"... Alani, this task will be very arduous. You should make careful preparations."

The old man still turned his back to him, and his voice was still low and slow, but the bending range of his back increased significantly. I'm afraid it's been several years since last time.

"Yes." Maka felt that her tone seemed to become a lot colder.