In the box at Mick's restaurant, Old Stan's guy brought the newly-baked pizza, some chopped fruits and snacks.

The four people in the private room were no different from other guests, but when the waiter put down the food, he looked at them curiously. On this big night, the three young people in the private room were wearing sunglasses, just like blind people, which seemed a bit strange.

But the guest is God. No matter how God wants to dress up, it is God's business. As a service provider, he will not take the initiative to ask.

After the waiter left, Merlin pushed his glasses and looked at the three young men in front of him, he said:

"It's still too conspicuous."

"Yes."

Leila, who has a more lively personality, stretched out her hand to take off her sunglasses. Her pale yellow snake eyes looked particularly strange. She said to Meilin:

"Ms. Talia has tried us several times, and she seems to be interested in the inheritance of the witch hunter. However, compared to sunglasses, we have found another alternative."

"this!"

Miss Victoria, who was sitting next to Layla, took out a small box from her pocket, and she said:

"I was shopping with Layla yesterday and found this in a cosmetics store. It should help us hide the mutation of our pupils."

"Beautiful contact lenses..."

Merlin took the box handed over by Miss Victoria, and opened it and looked.

It was a cosmetic product that became popular several years ago, originating from contact lenses, which can turn girls' eyes into various colors.

This thing does seem to solve the problem of the witch hunter's alienity, but in fact, as early as the early days of the birth of the Aegis Demon Hunter, Merlin had considered using such things to conceal the unique eyes of the witch hunter.

Unfortunately, the facts finally proved that this method of tricks is not feasible.

“It will affect the pace of your battle.”

Merlin returned the contact lens to Victoria, he said:

"And in many cases it will interfere with your spiritual vision... When encountering enemies that can manipulate energy, whether it is scorching or cold, it is an instability factor, and I don't recommend that you wear it in battle."

"No, Master."

Sitting on the other side, the former down-and-out bartender said to Merlin while gracefully cutting the pizza with a dining knife:

"We just use it to cover up the anomaly, and we will take it off when fighting. And seriously..."

The guy picked up the pizza and took a bite. He said casually:

"As assassins, we should quietly take the enemy's head in the shadows. If the assassination fails and leads to a chaotic war, it only means that we are not good at learning."

"You're still embarrassed to say it?"

Leila snorted dissatisfiedly. The lady with Arabic characteristics twisted a berries and put them into her mouth. She said dissatisfiedly:

"Who was yesterday's mission exposed at the last moment? Who was carrying a dagger and a pistol and fighting out a bloody path surrounded by more than 30 mercenaries? Haha, and assassin? I think the berserkers are almost the same!"

"Well."

Myers' disguised elegance was broken at this moment, and he retorted with some embarrassment:

"I'm not trying to cover you two retreat? Besides, how can I call the berserkers in the assassin's business... I'll kill all the people who saw me, and it's also perfectly infiltrated!"

"Skewed and evil ways!"

Military doctor Miss Victoria snorted slowly, but even after surviving the painful transformation and becoming a monstrous training camp with the Assassin League, she was still a little afraid of Merlin, so she didn't say anything more.

"Yesterday's mission..."

Meilin looked at the three disciples in front of him and asked:

"I smelled the residual blood from you. Did Talia send you to perform the assassination?"

"It's not actually."

Layla explained:

"Our mission was to get a hard drive on a boat, but accidentally hit the target and abuse some imprisoned girls..."

"Well, needless to say."

Merlin waved his hand, and he probably guessed what happened last night, but he didn't care.

The three young people in front of them are all those with a stubborn sense of justice, otherwise they would not have been able to pursue the assassin's path resolutely under the pursuit of Abstergo Company.

The death of a human trafficker is not worthy of sympathy. From Merlin's standpoint, he hopes that the more such people will die, the better.

Only after all the scum is cleaned up will a better order come. Unfortunately, justice will not be carried out by itself, and someone will always carry out it.

"You have been in the Assassin League for almost a year, and your basic training is about to end."

Merlin slowly picked up a grape from the fruit basket in front of him, put the grape into his mouth, and then placed the very complete grape skin on the table in front of him. He said to his three disciples:

"Tell me, what you feel about that organization and what you plan to do."

This question made the three young men in front of them stop their movements, they looked at each other, and finally Miles spoke first. The young man who always likes to wear white clothes said to Merlin with a serious expression:

"The Assassin League is thriving under the leadership of Ms. Talia. Mainland hotels have been opened to South Africa and Brazil. They have changed their ways to combine ancient traditions and modern business. With the secret support of the official, they are taking back their former control areas at an extremely fast speed, but... they have become no longer pure."

“It has transformed into a commercial organization.”

Layla responded:

"The customer pays, the assassin works hard, and the organization makes profits. This is a complete business system. Ms. Talia is a good operator. Unfortunately, she is not a person of faith, she is not a real assassin. What she does is incompatible with the duties performed by the ancient Assassin Brotherhood."

"And even the traditional assassins in the Assassin League have changed in time."

Victoria whispered:

“We have met practitioners who follow the ancient hidden ways in training camps in South Darbat. We were happy at first, thinking we had found like-minded people, but in fact, that was not the case.”

"They have power but no goals, master."

Miles sighed and said regretfully:

"After the death of the former head of the demon, the ninja master Lars Al Goul, the Assassin Alliance had split and lost the leadership of the ninja master. The traditional assassins experienced the division of faith and were also falling. This was probably because Lars Al Goul did not share the concept of protecting freedom with those followers of the Brotherhood."

"They also long to do the right thing, they also long to regain their noble creeds. Unfortunately, they lack strong leadership, and under Ms. Talia's money offensive, many old assassins have joined the new system..."

"After all, the assassin is not a saint without desires."

My disciples gave feedback every word and every word, but Merlin just listened carefully and did not answer.

He never regarded the Assassin League under Talia as the basis for the re-emergence of the Assassin Brotherhood.

He couldn't understand that woman Talia. Once Merlin reveals this idea, Mr. Talia will immediately fight against Merlin and S.H.E.L.D. behind him.

This woman has a strong desire to control herself, and she is very realistic, decisive and vicious.

She is different from her father. She belongs to the idealism of the Assassin Brotherhood for thousands of years and protects freedom and the world. She has never taken root in Talia's heart.

Just as Leila said, Talia, she is more like a businessman than the identity of an assassin.

"After the contract is over, we will leave the Assassin League."

Layla said to Merlin:

"Master, we will look for other inheritances left by the Assassin Brothers in the world, follow our ancestors, follow the trajectory of fate, and look for those like-minded brothers with us... We do not need to rely on the deteriorated Assassin Alliance, we do not need to rekindle the flames in a cold ashes."

"So, you chose the most difficult path."

Merlin placed his hands on the table with his hands staggered. He looked at the three young men in front of him and said:

"You are ready to start from scratch, you are ready to rebuild ancient traditions from scratch... This makes me have to appreciate your courage."

"But you have to understand that once you are out of the assassin's protection, the Templars, Abstergo's pursuers, can pursue you unbridledly as before, and you may die in the pursuit of your ideals, and you cannot even see the darkness before dawn, after all... you only have three."

“We have made the decision, Master.”

Myers stood up, he leaned over to Merlin, and he said:

"Abstergo's threat is terrifying, but we are all different from what we used to be. Thank you for your care and guidance, and let us truly understand the meaning of darkness to the assassin... We will respond to the provocation of the Templars in the dark hunting ground, just like our ancestors."

"I have never taught you anything."

Merlin shook his head and said:

"You have learned the most basic skills in the Assassin League. You have obtained extraordinary bodies in the transformation of the witch hunter, but that is not enough. It is not enough to give you the upper hand in the fight in the dark night. There is too little you can do under the wolves."

“Start from next week…”

Merlin said:

"You follow me for real training, and at that time I will return your animus to you."

"master."

Layla whispered:

"After experiencing the cruel training camp of the Assassin League, Myers and I understood the reason why you took back Animus. Compared with the experience of passing death in reality, the 'training' in memory is so unreal... Maybe, you are right, maybe, we no longer need those illusory memories."

"What I learned in the illusion created by Animus for a month is not as good as the real experience of performing an assassination mission. I now feel that our childish behavior of trying to defeat the Templars with the help of technology was a waste of time."

"No, Layla."

Merlin shook his head and said softly:

"This world needs innovation occasionally, that's right. But for you special people, what you need is not moving forward or blindly walking into strange roads that no one has ever walked. You need to go back... to explore those ancient powers and wisdom."

"Only things that have been tempered by time are the most reliable. It is the best blessing your ancestors have given to future generations... I took away your animus because you are not warriors, you cannot understand life and death, and you have not learned to respect the power."

"But now, you who have experienced real fighting are qualified to re-enter the life of the legendary assassin to find inheritance. That will make you truly understand those powers, those powers hidden deep in your bloodlines and not liberated."

Merlin stood up, he looked at Victoria, and he said:

"As for you, Victoria, you don't have the ancestor of a legendary assassin, but that doesn't mean you will be weaker than Leila and Miles. Your return from the training camp in Nandalbat as a mortal body has proven that you have the talent to be in the dark, too."

"So, I will train you myself!"

Merlin's serious gaze made Victoria unable to help but shrink her neck. This girl has always been afraid of Merlin, but now, she may not be able to escape Merlin's personal teaching.

This made Victoria a little frustrated.

"There's one more thing!"

Merlin supported her hands on the table, and he said to the three young men in front of him who were going to do something big:

"You have recognized the transformation of the Assassin League, which is enough to make you realize how difficult it is to find a truly trustworthy friend. Therefore, I will give you new tasks."

"As far as I know, the legendary assassins who have been active in various eras in the past have left many bloodlines. The glory of their ancestors may have been forgotten, but those special bloodlines are still worthy of attention because they are all your potential brothers and sisters."

"They can't escape the war between the Brotherhood of Assassins and the Templars. Even if you don't look for it, they will eventually be pulled into another camp by Abstergo."

"Your contract with the Assassin League has expired in one month. In this month, I want you to find someone like you among the excellent assassins in the Assassin League!"

Merlin said:

"People with friends will never fail... So, go make friends, my disciples."

"The new animus virtual machine will be delivered to you soon to find more descendants of legendary assassins, and then guide them as I guide you."

"They will become your followers, your comrades, your sharp blades, and eventually, they will join you in this era and rekindle the raging fire that protects freedom and the world!"

A ray of light flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he said:

"And this time, I promise you that no one of my disciples can put it out!"

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Calls and speeches, incitement and guidance are all good qualities that a leader must possess.

Meilin knew this well. He used slightly exaggerated words to push the inner ideals of the three young people forward again. Facing such an old fox, the three young people could not resist at all.

At night, on the streets of New York, three young people with sunglasses walked slowly in the darkness, and their hearts were filled with expectations for the future and ideals.

"Myers, what are you thinking?"

Layla, who was holding Victoria's wrist, suddenly asked:

"You are very silent. You also heard the new mission assigned by the master... You seem to have a goal?"

"right."

Myers' fingers were moving, and a butterfly knife jumped around in his hand like a dancing elf. He reached out and put the hood of the white clothes on his head, and he said to his companion:

"I met a person in a hotel in mainland China a few days ago...a young man, younger than us, looks like a newcomer, but he has great potential and has completed several assassinations alone."

"He is not good at communicating, but I can feel that he has a temperament, a sharp temperament, just like us. I guess he is probably the person we are going to find, like us, the blood of the legendary assassin."

"What's his name? New York is so big, can you find him?"

Layla asked with interest, and a strange blue light flashed through Miles' eyes, and he whispered:

"Don't forget that I activated Hawkeye Perception before receiving training, I wrote down all his characteristics, and I also knew his name..."

"His name is... John Wick!"

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