Merlin walks in the messy Nandalbat.
This small-scale city of Assassin has turned into ruins in this armed raid. After Death Knell was rescued, the battle here has come to an end.
Around Merlin, the still-lived warriors in black, led by some commanders, silently restrained their companions' bodies and rescued those who were still-living.
This time, the base camp of the Assassin League really suffered heavy losses.
According to Merlin's statistics alone, more than 300 assassins died in the attack. You should know that those who can be trained in the base camp are extremely talented assassins, and they are the real elite forces in the Assassin League.
This organization that has existed for hundreds of years is indeed huge, but most of its members are peripheral members, and only a small number of them are actually responsible for the battle.
"Swish"
A black-clad assassin rushed from the other side of the ruins with a light movement. She stood beside Meilin, bowed her head respectfully to Meilin, and said to him in a hoarse tone:
"Dignity Guest, Master Ninja is waiting for you."
"You call him Master Ninja? What's your relationship with the ninjas in Japan?"
Merlin asked:
"Are you ninjas or assassins?"
"Just the name is different."
The young female ninja replied softly:
"We also have branches in Japan, but ninja training is only part of the training of the warriors of the Assassin Alliance, not all. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the leader went to Japan alone and won the title of Ninja Master with one sword. Since then, this name has been the honorific title of the leader."
"Oh, I understand."
Merlin nodded, and he said to the female ninja:
"Go and do it, I'll go there myself."
The female ninja did not hesitate and turned around and left in a very obedient posture.
Her temperament was exactly the same as the temperament of the warriors around Merlin. She was calm, tenacious, restrained, and willing to become a member of this organization.
They are all the best subordinates and the best command executors.
I don’t know how Lars Al Goul trained such an excellent follower.
"Furo"
Meilin looked at the towering snow-capped peak behind him, and took a deep breath. In the cold air, there was an unpleasant smell of gunpowder and blood, which made Meilin feel a little bad.
He turned around and quickly left the vast battlefield.
On the other hand, under the ruins of the nine-story pavilion that had collapsed, a secret room that was spiraled toward nearly 20 meters deep underground, was soaking all over his body in a strange, green pool water, shining with green light, talking to his daughter.
Lars Al Goul, the living legend is very weak now. He closed his eyes and had uncovered fatigue on his old face. The majesty of the past has disappeared at this moment. He looked like a real old man.
The old man in the twilight.
"Talia, you did a great job this time."
Lars Al Goul said to his daughter who was kneeling aside:
"With an unusable dead object, in the face of crisis, we have brought vitality and hope for us. You saved our organization my daughter, maybe, I have always underestimated you in the past."
"It's nothing, father."
Talia hid her ambitions very well, and she said to her father respectfully:
"Anyone, in that case, will make the same choice as me."
"Maybe."
The old assassin did not respond to his daughter's modesty. He leaned against the slightly shaking pool water, allowing the strange power in the pool water to repair his body. After a moment of silence, he said to Talia:
"My daughter took Damian out of Nandalbat to find Bain, who will help you gather other factions in the Assassin League, and he will help you rebuild our organization."
Hearing his father's words, Talia's fingers clenched tightly, and she felt a sense of joy in her heart.
This means that her father finally personally recognized her jurisdiction over the Assassin Alliance, and finally, she became the heir to her father's inheritance.
Her precise decision at the critical moment was rewarded.
Lars Al Goul pondered for a moment, and he said again:
"You must cultivate Damian well. My grandson will be the hope of the future of the Assassin League. But Talia, my daughter, you should know better than me. Some of Damian's character is very similar to his father Bruce. In their hearts, there is a kind of weakness that cannot be removed. This weakness that comes from Bruce may affect Damian's future."
“Bruce is not weak.”
Merlin's voice suddenly rang out at this moment, interrupting the old assassin's words.
He walked down the spiral staircase and stood at the entrance of the underground secret room. He looked at the pool in front of him that was like a large swimming pool and emitted a strange green light. The old assassin in the pool was already in the pool, and he whispered:
"It is more difficult to be able to respect life and stick to faith in any situation than to killing seemingly cold and cruel. He is not a coward, at least in my opinion, he is much more firm than you."
Merlin put his hands in his pockets, and he looked at Lars Al Goul, the legendary demon leader, the legendary demon, he said:
"At least, when facing death, Bruce will not use the power of the demon to try to survive."
"Merlin!"
Talia shouted, trying to stop Merlin's very rude speech, but was stopped by her father.
The old assassin raised his left hand and signaled that Talia was quiet. He opened his eyes and looked at Merlin in front of him, as if he was looking at him. After a moment, he said to Talia:
"My daughter, go and bring my grandson. I have something to say to him."
"Father, you"
Talia heard a trace of ominous meaning from his father's words. It was as if the Ninja Master had already had a premonition of the unknown and he was reminding him of the funeral.
"Go."
The old assassin said softly, but could not refuse:
"I also have some personal matters, so I want to talk to Mr. Merlin."
Talia stood up helplessly. She was very familiar with her father's temper. She knew that this matter had no change. She lowered her head and walked towards the exit of the secret room. This feeling of not being completely trusted made Talia's mood a little bad.
When she passed by Meilin, she raised her head, looked at Meilin, then accelerated her pace and left the secret room.
When only Merlin and the Old Assassin were left, Lars Al Goul suddenly spoke:
"Talia is very good, and in all aspects, she inherited my stubbornness and ambition, and also inherited the wisdom and patience of her mother. Unfortunately, there is a narrow part of her thinking. Whenever she touches her interests, there are too few things she can tolerate. This defect makes it destined to be a qualified leader."
"Oh, it turns out that's why you've been suppressing her."
Merlin walked forward, and he squatted beside the water of the Salaru pool before him, and he whispered:
"I thought you were a scheming old man who favored boys over girls. But I think Talia was pretty good. After all, there is no perfect person in the world. Since you can't persuade Bruce to inherit your career, you can only make do with another person who is not bad."
“My real hope is Damien.”
The old assassin said frankly:
"My grandson is the future destined leader of the Assassin League. Talia is just a transition, and she is destined to hand over my grandson's legacy. Of course, this has nothing to do with you, it's my family matter, so let's discuss the really important issues."
The old man was soaked in a pool of water like green medicine. He looked at Merlin and said:
"Merlin Riley, do you know, who am I?"
"You are Lars Al Goul, a demon who has lived for 700 years, with countless lives in his hands, an arrogant idealist who claims to build a perfect world in your mind. You are called the head of the demon, the master of the assassin, and over the past few hundred years, you have planned many horrifying massacres."
Merlin said calmly:
"As far as I know from Bruce, there are you behind the fires in London, even the medieval plague, the 30 Years' War, and even the First World War, you are a villain, one of the most terrifying terrorists in the world, but I think the answer you want from me should not be this."
He looked at the old assassin, and after a moment, he took off his gloves and soaked his fingers in the pool water of the Sarah Pool. He felt the power in the pool water that was in line with the magic power in his body. He sighed and whispered:
"You are the same as me, and different from me. You are the son of the Three Palaces. In theory, you are mine, brother?"
"hehe."
Lars Al Goul seemed very satisfied with the answer. He raised his hand from the pool water. He looked at the wound on his arm that had not healed. He said a little melancholy and a little nostalgic:
"I have lived for 700 years. Once, I thought I could face the arrival of death calmly, but until this moment really came, I realized that there was still fear in my heart."
"But not the fear of death."
The old assassin said to Merlin:
"Can you feel that feeling? When you know where you will go after death, it is not heaven or hell. Merlin, people like you and me will not even get real peace even after they die. Our souls will return to the hands of the Three Palace Demon and become one of its countless playthings."
"At that time, we cannot live, we cannot die. We can only wait for the impossible end of the world in endless pain."
"You are right. I am the son of the Three Palaces. Like you, I also have the power it gives."
"But what you said is not entirely correct."
Lars Al Goul looked at Merlin and said word by word:
"I am actually exactly the same as you."
"We are all 'rebel sons', all rebels who disobey the will of the Three Houses. We are unwilling to join the cruel game. We use our own way to try to find relief."
"Merlin Riley! I am the last son of the Three Palaces that remained in the last era."
"It is also the first demon son born when this era begins."
"You escaped the last reincarnation of the sons of the Three Palaces? Are you a survivor?"
Merlin's eyes widened at this moment. He looked at the old assassin in front of him and said in a serious tone:
"How did you do it?"
Faced with Merlin's problem, a playful smile flashed in the old assassin's eyes, and he said leisurely:
"Of course I didn't rely on myself to do it. Someone helped me. When I needed the most, she gave me a glimmer of hope and a responsibility. Unfortunately, now it seems that I have let her down."
"she?"
Meilin savored the word, and he asked:
"Who is 'she'? Can you help you resist the Three Palace Demons, is it the legendary supreme wizard?"
"Your imagination is too rich, Merlin, read less miscellaneous books."
The old assassin denied this speculation, and he replied calmly:
"That's an ancient person. You just need to know that she is the real origin of the Assassin League, which is enough. Of course, I also know that you must be eager to know how I got rid of the cruel cycle of reincarnation set by the Three Palaces. I will tell you Merlin, I've actually been waiting for your arrival, and I will tell you all the steps."
Speaking of this, Lars Al Goul stopped, he said:
"But only if you have to take over the responsibility on my shoulders."
"What's the meaning?"
Merlin asked with a frown:
"Didn't you hand over the Assassin League to your daughter and grandson? You said that it's nothing to do with me."
"Yes, I handed over the Assassin League to them."
The old assassin said seriously:
"But I will hand over the true inheritance of the Assassin to you. Believe me, compared to this thing, the existence of the Assassin League can be said to be worthless. Without this thing, the Assassin League is destined to become a short-lived shell."
"The inheritance of the assassin?"
Merlin's fingers were moving, he said:
"Your words make me more and more confused. Master Ninja, please stop talking with such specious riddles. This is too tiring. I mean, you can actually speak human words."
"Don't hurry"
Lars Al Goul was not angry. In the turbulence of the pool of Sarah Pond, he looked at his own reflection in the green pool, and he whispered:
"We have enough time, we can say it slowly."
“This is a very long story.”
ps:
Chapter completed!