The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Did you know Zelin before, madam?" Aneth turned around. She was wearing a light pink dress decorated with white lily patterns: "Excuse me, how long have you known the Demon Hunter?"

"Devil hunter?" Sophia froze for a moment, and then gave an empathetic smile: "Is your hometown's way of calling mercenaries? I know him about the same time as I know Ezio. Ezio was from Rome at the time. When I went to Constantinople, he and I happened to take the same boat. Later, Zelin accepted Ezio’s sister Claudia’s commission and went to Constantinople to assist him. Later I heard that Zelin was still there at the time. Working for an employer, looking for an ancient relic."

"Employer?"

"I don't know who it is, but it is also very common. People often like to collect ancient relics. My bookstore in Constantinople also focuses on collecting ancient documents." Sophia patiently explained to Aneth: "If you are interested in ancient cultural relics, I recommend you to go to Venice. The merchants in the trading post can often bring strange legends and treasure rumors from all over the world. But I think Zelin may not know less than those merchants. I remember he went to the New World, right?"

"New World?"

"Going by boat to America, adventurers are all going to open up a new world, Britons, Spaniards. Are you from Bohemia? I remember Zelin went to America after leaving Constantinople last time, and there are everywhere there. It's gold."

Aneth’s mind was full of confusion. She did not ask directly, but changed the question: "Madam, can you tell me more about Zelin? About America and...Britain ?"

"I thought you were very familiar with him. Zelin is a Briton. The first time he met Ezio was to travel near Monteriggioni." Sophia looked at the fireplace with only a few flames remaining: "But it's too early. , Don’t you want to ask Machiavelli about his book "On the Monarchy" tomorrow? Go to bed quickly, otherwise you will be sleepy and unable to open your eyes the next day."

"No, ma'am, please, I want to know..." Aneth hesitated for a while, she considered her words: "I really want to hear the stories of the past. I know he is very good, and there are many A great friend. I hope to have so many helpers and friends like him in the future, so I always want to know how he did it and what he and other people have experienced."

"Well, I can tell you how they fought the Templars in Constantinople." Sophia put down the oil lamp and sat on the wooden chair beside him: "But you have to promise me that if you feel sleepy No matter how much you want to keep listening, you have to go to sleep, okay?"

The light shines through the window to the horses standing in the stables in the courtyard of Machiavelli Manor. Sophia tells Aneth what happened in Constantinople. Only some people know about it and are willing to remember it. But this is very important for Anais.

Zelin didn't know what happened in Machiavelli Manor.

He stood in front of the villa, inspecting the heavy musket left by the man in black.

There were rustling footsteps outside the vineyard, and Shao Yun's black boots rubbed against the hem of his robe: "I didn't see anyone else, this should be all."

"I told you." Zelin stood up. This kind of firearm is not as powerful as artillery, but it is far more powerful than a musket. However, the reloading time is too long. The reloading time alone is enough for a warrior wielding an epee to chop ten knives. Above: "Their carriage is still staying outside the vineyard. I have observed that there is no footprint to escape. Don't worry, no matter how many people are chasing you, at least those who do this have failed. I don't think they can be there. After the local assassin organization became vigilant, it sent another team of new killers from such a remote place."

"Master Ezio said that you used to stand side by side with him against the Templars." Shao Yun seemed to want to find the assassin's sign on Zelin: "You have a sleeve sword."

"Having this weapon does not mean you are an assassin." Zelin stretched out his hand and looked at his wrist: "I must say, this is a very practical weapon. Anyone who has ideas in this area can think of it even if they don't know the assassin. Some similar equipment."

Zelin recalled the uncrowned men he had seen in Azeroth, some of whom had similar equipment to assassins.

"You have never failed." Shao Yun said: "When you show up, it represents the failure of the Templars. He said that you can always detect many details that are difficult for ordinary people to notice, and infer the Holy Spirit based on the details. The plan of the Templar. How did you do it?"

"What's going on?" Zelin opened his hands: "Everyone wants to ask me how I did it. To be honest, I don't know, it's like at some point, I suddenly found out that I could do it. These things are gone. Am I already old? Young people either want to know why I am better than them, or like to become me, learn my abilities, or be jealous of what I have. There are some things that cannot be taught, Shao Yun ."

"I can learn."

"I know you can learn." Zelin nodded: "But just like learning cannot be taught, you have to understand some experiences yourself. You are willing to ask Ezio for advice and learn from him, which is good. But You have to know that learning is not a substitute for thinking. Observe, learn, summarize, think, and then do this again. After a long time, you will understand what to do."

Zelin once said the same thing to Aneth. He didn't know if the little princess had listened to it. This sounded like boring preaching, but Zelin could only describe his feelings like this.

"Learning without thinking is nothing, thinking without learning is perplexing."

Shao Yun whispered to himself: "My tutor often said this to me."

"No matter how far away there are, there are the same ideas, because only truth in this world is eternal." Zelin shrugged: "Okay, go back, you must have a lot to say to Ezio." He put down With the firearm in his hand, grabbing the hands of the corpse on the ground: "I have to clean up here, see you later."

The 2364th chapter is the end

In the morning sun, Shao Yun, who had been talking with Ezio all night, stood in the courtyard and said goodbye to Ezio.

"Maybe it will take a long time, Shao Yun." Ezio patted her on the shoulder: "But there is never a shortcut to success."

"I understand, Master." Shao Yun looked at the sky in the distance: "I will remember your teaching. When I return, I have enough time to think about it."

"The journey home is very long, is it?"

Ezio looked at the rising sun and raised his hand, the sunlight shining the vineyard into gold.

"But there are many unknown things on the road worth discovering." The well-dressed Shao Yun looked at Ezio. She held her hands together and bowed her head to Ezio in the manner of an assassin: "Thank you, mentor. I will Tell Mr. Yang Ming about everything here."

"Accept it." Ezio took out a plain wooden box: "It might help you."

Shao Yun took the wooden box and was about to open it, Ezio reached out and pressed the back of her hand.

"No, not now, you can only open it when you are at a loss."

In the distance, a knight holding a triangular flag came on a horse, with his back facing the sun, and his horse's hoof raised dust on the ground.

"You should leave."

Shao Yun turned around. After a few steps, she stopped and turned her head slightly to look at Ezio. Ezio had already turned his back to him, with his hands behind him, facing the knight in the distance.

Shao Yun retracted his gaze, quickened his pace, and disappeared in the vineyard after a while.

Before long, Zelin moved his shoulders and walked out of the villa. He glanced at the courtyard. Only Ezio was left in the courtyard.

"She's gone?"

"Yeah, let's go."

"How are you feeling?" Zelin asked: "You have been coughing, is it because of the injuries you received back then?"

"Perhaps it is." Ezio said noncommittal: "But I can hold it. Except for sometimes feeling chest tightness, any old man of my age should envy my health..." He watched To Zelin, he added another sentence: "Except you."

"I basically didn't have many friends." Zelin said, he walked to Ezio and followed his gaze to the knight who appeared on the hill: "I would not take the initiative to make friends with other people, because I It is difficult to stay in one place, and whenever I leave for a long time and finally pass by the old place, I visit my former acquaintances, and either find that their house has been turned into ruins, or be told that the owner here is dead. Passed away, sick, injured, or for various reasons. The last time I was in Constantinople, I thought I could meet Leonardo. I always remember the card he drew for me. I thought...damn it."

"Da Vinci returned to God's embrace in peace. Don't be sad about it, my friend." Ezio took a deep breath: "We will all have such a day. I only hope that I will be there by then. At home, leave with your family. You seem to be far from that day. Enjoy time with your lover and friends."

"That's why I don't like it, Ezio, I'm not talking about my family, because everyone will have that day." Zelin sighed, and the knight in the distance got closer and closer: "I hate this kind of knowledge. One day I will encounter what I least like to see, but I feel helpless. Take care, Ezio, until next year, I will come here to taste the grapes and wines produced by your estate."

"I won't leave the first bottle for you." Ezio said solemnly, and then the seriousness on his face disappeared: "Because Sophia has already ordered it, but don't be sad, I will leave the second bottle. In the wine cellar, we will taste it together when you next visit. Oh, yes, call Machiavelli again. He is now busy writing a book called "On the Art of War", his His body is as healthy as you. I have no doubt that he will definitely join the army if he has a chance."

"No problem." Zelin looked back in the direction where Shao Yun had left. Shao Yun was completely gone: "What did you give her?"

"A box."

"What's in it."

Ezio lowered his voice, as if worried about whether Shao Yun would hide nearby and overhear: "Empty."

"Huh?"

"She is diligent and studious, but she may rely too much on the experience and help of others. I hope this can tell her that when she is confused and confused, she can only rely on herself. God helps those who help themselves."

The knight got closer and Zelin noticed the striped flag on the tip of the gun.

"Who is this? Need help?"

"It should be the emissary of the Pope. Nothing. He may just want to know what happened here. Julius II is dead. The Pope is Leo X. He is the Pope of the Medici family, and he has always been wary of the Brotherhood. "Ezio shrugged: "But don't worry, it's okay. You go to Machiavelli's house and tell Sophia to come back with the children. I want to take a break and finish writing the last memoir."

"Okay." Zelin patted Ezio on the shoulder and turned around: "Let's see you next time."

"Goodbye, Zelin."