48 Hours a Day

In order to avoid being seen by the manager of the apartment, Zhang Heng and Dadatis left the window still walking.

Downstairs, in the Tiber River, there is a boat left behind by Dadatis, which is about the size of two people.

Zhang Heng went down to the boat and found that there were no paddles inside, so asked the old Persian trainer across the street, "Where are we going? ”

“Relax, we'll just follow the river.” The old trainer broke the cable as he spoke.

The next moment, the boat began to float downstream under the influence of the current.

And Zhang Heng and Dadatis sat one at the bow and one at the stern.

At night, the Tiber River, while not able to see the prosperity and noise on both sides of the bank during the day, has no scenery. The starry river is reflected in the river's water, like a transparent ribbon with onions, and the reflection of the moon swings with the ripples carried by the boat's small boat, which is broken and reconvened.

“You were right not to come to me during the day.” The old Persian trainer at the stern of the boat suddenly said, "These days, it's not very safe out there, and we'd better be able to reduce unnecessary meetings, especially in front of outsiders, and remember to pretend not to know me. ”

“Hmm?”

“Remember what I told you about the enemies of the Blade of Balance? ”

“Oh, that traitor who united with Octavian 200 years ago? I think you said earlier that he had formed an assassin organization that was almost as structured as the Blade of Balance, dedicated to the Blade of Balance. ”

“Yes, it's called a hound,” Dadatis said, "and we've had a lot of fights in the last two centuries, either explicitly or implicitly, but about sixty years ago, our people hit the hound very hard and succeeded in assassinating most of its core members. ”

“So your people did a good job, then? ”

“Then the only survivors left in the hounds disappeared, and they didn't show up for a long time, until about six months ago, when we found traces of the hounds. ”

“Do you think they're coming back?” Zhang Heng asked.

“It's not coming back, it's coming back.” The seriousness of the old trainer's face, "we have just received information that a core member was assassinated and tragically killed while investigating a suspected hound target in Britannia, and we have no clue about the killer. ”

“Was it made by a hound? ”

“We don't know yet, but we can't think of any other possibility besides a hound, the assassin who was killed, code-named Black Fish, he may not be the most powerful assassin in the organization, but he is definitely the most cautious group of people, and he himself comes from Britannia, a groundsnake there, and he has a lot of personal friends there besides the power of the organization, so his death also shocked other members of the organization. ”

“You're worried about this.” Zhang Heng stared into the eyes of the old trainer.

“Yes, the re-emergence of the hounds suggests that survivors did not give up revenge in the sixty years of the war, but rather secretly and silently built up their strength, and that they prepared for such a long time that they would never just want to kill one or two people when they reappeared, which probably means that a new war is coming, a war between the blade of balance and the hounds. ”

Dadatis voiced his concern, "Although 60 years ago the battle was won by a blade of balance, we have been a little too comfortable over the last 60 years, and we have no idea about the emerging hounds, but our enemies must have been studying us, and if they decide to do it, they will strike at us directly. ”

“Didn't you tell me you were going to retire?” Zhang Hengdao, “since it's better to rush back early, then the rest of the matter has nothing to do with you. ”

“Am I the kind of man who escapes?” The old trainer is dissatisfied, "and you won't honestly learn the balance from me. You can't be interested in only part of the battle. Knowing that any combat technique is just a means. Our mission is to maintain the balance of everything in the world for Kreis, and you need to keep that in mind, because that's what sets us apart from the other assassins. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Zhang Heng responded casually.

Dadatis couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his student is fine, can be described as the perfect template for an assassin, the only problem is that he has never been able to accept the belief of the blade of balance. If it was before, Dadatis still felt that it didn't matter slowly, as long as Zhang Hengken added the blade of balance, dive migration silencing can always gradually integrate into it.

But when the black fish died, Dadatis realized he might not have that much time.

By the time they spoke, the Kung Fu boat had drifted under an arch bridge, and Dadatis had retracted his mind and reached out one hand, knocking twice in rhythm somewhere on the pier of the bridge, and the next moment dropped a soft ladder from the bridge.

The old trainer made a gesture and Zhang Heng climbed along the ladder to the bridge.

There was a carriage parked there, and the black compartment was tightly packed.

“Don't think about it, it's a special time, the priest is important for the Blade of Balance, so we need to keep her as safe as possible. ”

“Understood.” Zhang Heng took over the blindfolded black cloth, climbed into the carriage, said it was a carriage, but there was still a big difference from the kind of carriage used for riding in future generations, only two wheels, far less comfortable than future generations, and there was no door or window, Zhang Heng climbed in from a small mouth, feeling like he was lying in a coffin.

Especially when the only small mouth is also sealed by Dadatis.

“I can only send you here. Someone will take you down the road. Remember to show some respect when you meet the priest. She hates people who don't disrespect Kreis. ”

“That's not hard to guess.” Zhang Heng hummed and felt the tightness and cold around him.

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and after about half an hour or so, they arrived at their destination. But instead of calling Zhang Heng to come out of the carriage, four slaves carried the carriage directly.

Zhang Heng was silent in his heart, about a hundred steps away, then he was put down again.

And then there was no sound, and the slaves seemed to have left, and he seemed to have been forgotten.

It wasn't until a moment later that there was almost no emotion, like a marble chilling out of his ear, “You can still breathe. Aren't you afraid I'd let someone throw you in the river? ”