I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 147 The Assassin

Watson closed the pages of the book again. This "Invisible Art Beginner's Guide Volume I" actually did not mention too much important information except for the names of the 24 Sichens. As for the past secret biography mentioned in the article The glory of history... Even if the secret messengers at that time were enough to burn mountains and seas, that is already a thing of the past.

He has never been good at reminiscing about the past, he is more inclined to look forward to the future.

Watson was about to pull out the "Masias the Skinned", when his fingertips stroked the cover of the book, he could feel a sad and sad song inside, and at the same time, it was faintly mixed with the sound of palms beating drums. Face shaking.

He wondered if this might be a book that recorded the secret knowledge of the mind, although he didn't understand why it was placed in the public reading room instead of the locked database... probably because the taboo knowledge contained in the book was only a first-order mind. Secret biography?And any believer who can enter the underground secret room of the religious order is a secret person who has already cultivated a first-level mental state, so he can safely store this book here?

He had just read the part where Macias was skinned and tortured for failing to play the flute upside down when he lost to Apollo.

Nello Bax had already pushed open the narrow door of the public reading room and broke in. He spotted Officer Watson standing in the middle of the bookshelf at a glance, and hurried over and said, "Mr. Watson, I finally found you."

Watson put down the book slowly, "What's the matter Nello, do you need me urgently?"

Nello just smiled, and said unhurriedly: "It's not in a hurry, sir, do you remember that I mentioned to you before that I will apply to Mr. Winfreys to let you go The data authority of the secret biography of the step-blade allows you to appreciate the secret of the blade?"

"Of course I remember!" Watson smiled, and immediately stuffed the books in his hand back into the bookshelf, "Did Mr. Winfrey agree?"

"Yes! I just received a message from him, and he has agreed to allow you to practice the secret transmission of the blade!"

"Good job Nello!" Watson patted his old subordinate on the shoulder heavily, "Thanks to your help, I was able to gain access to new knowledge and power so quickly!"

"Haha, there is no need to continue these kind words. Sir, let's go to the database now. I have already mentioned this to Thrall, who is guarding the gate. I will go in with you later."

"Okay, let's go now!"

The two immediately went to the database locked by the iron gate. Sapo Thrall, who was in charge of guarding the database, was a silent middle-aged man. In the vision of the moth, the deformed sarcoma on his chest exuded a cloudy white cold breath.

As soon as he saw Neluo, he knew the purpose of the two of them, obediently took out the key and opened the heavy iron door.

Watson seemed to be indulging in the joy of getting a secret transmission again, walking three steps at a time, but in fact, at the moment of entry, he had carefully looked at the delicate key that opened the iron door of the database from the corner of his eye. Vow to keep every detail of the key firmly in my heart.

After all... this is related to his next stealing plan!
After Thrall let the two into the dark passage, he blocked the iron gate inside and then led Watson and Nello to zigzag through the winding and rugged passage.

The tunnel leading to the database is extremely dark and the environment is intricate like a small maze. Even the height is inconsistent, sometimes going uphill and sometimes going downhill.

It seems that in order to prevent the believers from knowing the specific location of the library, Thrall, the gatekeeper, led the two people around, passing through many rooms with faint lights leaking from the cracks in the door, and kept leading them. Going around, he didn't know that the dark environment was as clear as day to Watson, and the process of repeated exchanges made him further memorize the internal environment.

Even if Watson closes his eyes tightly at this moment, he will not forget the way he came here.

They finally came to a closed door, which was exactly the same shape as the other doors they had passed through before. They were all door panels roughly carved from solid stone, but Watson still judged from the surrounding terrain environment. It was a door they had never passed through.

"This is the room where the Secret Legend of the Blade is stored." Thrall, who led the way, stopped and took out another key from his pocket to open the door, and Watson memorized the details of this key in an instant.

The three pushed the door in, and saw a narrow stone room behind the door, with a faint oil lamp burning in the corner, and the layout of the room was more like a treasure room than a library .

I saw only a row of small books standing in the Blade Library of the Crossroads Order. Most of the books were sealed with oiled paper cloth, making it difficult to see their true contents. Only the color of the cloth bound outside the oiled paper bag The taboo intellectual class represented can be identified.

And around the bookshelves are other shelves, on which there may be some statues/weapons/box-like objects, but they are also covered with thick black cloth and tied with colored cloth for marking.

Thrall squatted down and took out an oiled paper package tied with dark gray cloth from the small bookshelf, handed it directly to Watson, and solemnly instructed: "This book can only be opened and read by you alone, we both know how to read it." Stand at a distance, and after you understand the secret transmission of the first-order blade, remember to repack the book and return it to me."

Watson nodded slightly, and then quickly opened the oiled paper package with a look of impatience, and saw a dark yellow book inside.

The title of the book is "The Triumph of the Crown", and the author on the cover is Allen.

The moment he started this book, Watson immediately felt the slight trembling of the soul body blade. He stroked the leather cover, feeling as if he was touching a sheathed sword, and the sharp secret was already rejoicing. calling him.

Watson turned the pages of the book with bated breath, and those distorted cursive letters suddenly clanged and swarmed into his mind, like thousands of arrows piercing into his skull, and his brain was like a sword Hissing like clang clang.

His consciousness traced back to the source along the arrows that were coming quickly, and he saw a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows in a trance.

Those eyes seemed indifferent, but Watson seemed to feel the madness and bloodthirsty under the indifference, just like the dangerous undercurrent and hungry sharks lurking under the calm sea.

The clanging words guided his thinking to continue to go deeper, and continued to trace back to an even more ancient source.

It turns out that the owner of the eyes is a mysterious assassin who existed as early as the Roman Empire.

The assassins were the colonel's emissaries, working in shadows that the pen of the historian could not shine.

They have crossed mountains and rivers, drifted across oceans and seas, and their footprints have set foot on the mysterious American continent long before Columbus.

But they are not here to explore unknown lands, but to track and hunt those supposedly immortal species... use their sharp claws to tear the flesh of the undead, and use their sharp bone spurs to pierce the heart of the immortal with the head.

Then came the bloodthirsty feast.

The assassins feasted on the flesh and blood of the immortal, and it seemed that they could also absorb power beyond the limit of life from the broken body with residual power!

ah!Praise be to the great and indefensible God!
We will follow his guidance, hunt all the immortals in this world, and make them fall into dreamless silence as they wish!
(End of this chapter)