The Universal Three Lights of the Biochemical World

"Julian, our distinguished guest has arrived.…"

"My name is Julian Ducasse."

Dicasse shook hands with Edward and held a flintlock pistol in the other hand. While sizing up the assassin traitor in front of him, he said meaningfully:"Mr. Walpole, I hope you really want to surrender. We, the Knights Templar. I don't have a good impression of assassins at all, and I have an even worse impression of liars."

With a raised brow, Edward couldn't help but puff out his chest,"I have no intention of disappointing you."

"By the way, Your Excellency the Governor still has official duties to attend to. Do you want to do some exercise first? Facing the pistol handed over by Rogers and looking at the dummy target in front of him, Edward just shrugged and joined in the gun test.

Bang bang bang!

"Captain Rogers, how is your wife doing? Is she in Havana too?"

"Oh, she's not here. We haven't seen each other for two years"

"I went to Madagascar to hunt pirates and spent almost fourteen months there."

I've heard about this." You mean the pirate town of Liberty City?"

The town I'm talking about is in Madagascar. According to legend, Captain William Kidd spent some time there in 1697 and left with only half his crew. The rest were smitten by the lifestyle of that pirate utopia. Attracted, stayed.

The motto there was"For God and Liberty"，"The word"freedom" needs to be emphasized.

Pirates there will spare the lives of prisoners, kill as little as possible, and divide all loot equally, regardless of status and status.

All this sounds too good, and many people think that The place was fictitious, but I was assured by others that it was real.

Rogers laughed."It was a post-revelry mess at best. Instead, there is a group of scoundrels, but they are so poor that even wild dogs would despise them. As for the twenty or thirty people who lived there, I couldn't say they were ragged, because they didn't even have any clothes on."

I thought of Nassau, where such vulgar behavior would not be tolerated - at least not before nightfall.

"How did you deal with them?"I said in a tone that it had nothing to do with me.

"Very simple. Most pirates are as ignorant as apes. I gave them a choice... either accept the pardon and return to England a penniless free man, or be hanged on the spot. It took a lot of work to get rid of the criminals there, but we finally did it. I hope this method can be used on pirates throughout the West Indies in the future"

"Oh," I said,"I guess your next destination is Nassau."

"You're a quick thinker, Duncan. indeed so. In fact... when I return to England, I plan to petition King George to serve as his envoy to the Bahamas and become governor there."

Sure enough. Nassau was the next target. The place Edward regarded as his spiritual home was under threat - maybe from artillery, maybe from musket bullets, or maybe just a few words written lightly with a quill. But In any case, it was under threat.

Edward fired a few shots and showed off his marksmanship, and Leon was quite satisfied with his performance so far. His mind once again returned to the reward. After getting the money, he You can return to Nassau immediately. When you get there, you will immediately warn Edward and Benjamin that the notorious Woods Rogers has the idea of ​​our pirate republic. He is coming to trouble them.

Dee just turned around and handed the pistol to the servant. Cass seemed to have discovered something, and then asked Edward:"Duncan, where is your hidden sword? I've never seen an assassin so ill-equipped."

Here it goes again: he emphasized the word"assassin" again.

"Unfortunately, my hidden blade is severely damaged and cannot be repaired. Edward replied.

Ducasse pointed to the collection in the box."Then please choose."" He said in a deep voice. Is that because of his French accent, or was he really trying to sound threatening?

I thought about where those hidden blades came from. Needless to say, they must have come from other Assassins. (Assassin, Or Assassin?) Walpole was an Assassin, but he was looking to join elsewhere. Was he a traitor? But what was the organization he wanted to join?

"These are souvenirs. said Julian.

Relics of the dead. Edward reached into the box and picked up one of the blades. The blade gleamed and the fixture was pressed against his arm. Then it dawned on Edward.

They wanted Edward to use this Hidden Blade, see. The way Edward acted. It didn't matter whether they wanted to test him or simply admire his skill. In short, they wanted Edward to skillfully use a weapon that he had never used before.

Edward immediately threw away the damn thing. The happiness turned into the regret of not being able to keep it.

While talking, the group came to an open space next to the courtyard.

"This is the training ground we have prepared for you, come on, this is just the place for you to show off!"

"Don't panic, there is a pressure switch on the inside of the hand guard, which is used to control the blade. The muscles in your upper arm and forearm tighten at the same time, as if you were punching someone with your fist."

At this time, Leon's voice appeared in his mind again. Edward tried it, and with a click, the blade bounced out of the bracket, flashing menacingly in the afternoon sun. Having never received any Under the circumstances of assassin-related training, Edward not only put on the double hidden blades, but also used his own assassin instincts and Leon's prompts to complete the task on the training ground set up in advance, as if he was a master without a teacher. There are many assassin-specific assassination techniques such as assassination in the crowd, assassination in the haystack, and air assassination!

After watching the assassin's display of skills, Dicas couldn't help but applaud and praise:

"Bravo!"

"It seems you have indeed received perfect training as an assassin! Duncan, you chose a perfect moment to get rid of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rogers on the side also applauded and took over the conversation, adding:"I think this is extremely dangerous. Betraying the Assassin Brotherhood is likely to put your life in danger."

"Sir, why are you here? Are you a friend of the Governor? Or have I never met him before?"

"Ah, I am...what did you say? Weapon dealer. I sell stolen guns and armaments."

"He is a smuggler." Rogers said loudly

"Guns, swords, grenades. If you want something that kills people, come to me."Julian explained.

When they reached the verandah, Edward finally met Governor Torres himself.

He was about seventy years old, but he was not as stout as ordinary rich people. In addition to his trimmed beard, his face was tanned Brown, with sparse white hair combed back, he held a long-handled pipe in one hand and was reading a letter through the glasses in the other hand.