Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Eagle's Nest, the headquarters of the Assassin faction, is a castle located in the mountains. It is known for being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Here, there is an extremely excellent environment, and all the food and clothing costs are top-notch.For nothing else, just because it is the top assassin training base.

In 1084 AD, Hassan, the eldest son of Egypt, was driven out of Egypt because the eldest son he supported failed to fight for the throne.But this old man, who has spent his entire life on the court, has already paved a way for himself.

What Maca saw just now was this ambitious old guy.

Now he is known as the "Old Mountain" and he is commanding the entire Ismaili faction and is trying to subvert the Seljuk dynasty.It can be said that although people are old, their ambitions are still full.

Maca rode a horse on the path in the mountains and looked back. The nest of eagles was shining in the morning sun, as dazzling as the rising star.

He still doesn't know the content of the mission, but it is nothing more than to assassinate a certain person.Although he hadn't figured out Rowena's intentions until now, and he didn't know if he could kill people, but he could only go on.

"Since you are given a task just here, it shouldn't be wrong to follow the task." Maca secretly thought.

The memory that inexplicably flooded my mind didn't appear to be messy.This assassin named "Alani" was the first assassin of Assassin.In addition to some basic assassination techniques, what surprised Maca most was the mixed knowledge of mild magic.

"'Swift','Mute','Concentration'... These are all rough applications of rules," Maca adjusted to the horse according to his memory, while still tidying up his thoughts.

"...Is this Rowena telling me how to use the rules?"

Perhaps this is one of Rowena's intentions.After all, these applications are used on the basis of "will." If no one is taught, it is obviously extremely difficult to try to learn.

But right now, Maca can clearly feel how to use them.

The horse's feet are fast, but it takes time no matter how fast.A few days later, Maca finally arrived at his destination.

He led the horse to the stable of the hotel, fed some grain and water, and then walked to the slums on the edge of the city.The location of the joint is in a basement there.

Using regular and complicated knocks as a signal, Maca was successfully led to the basement.

"Subordinate Shan Lao, guardian of the secret, this is proof of mission."

In the dark basement, the air seemed turbid, and the corners of the walls were wet and covered with stains and mottles.

He handed the parchment roll to the man sitting behind the table. After confirming the seal, the other party gently opened it and read it again.

"Dear guardian, this is the task we applied for. Please be sure to complete it cleanly." The person respectfully said, "All for faith!"

"For faith!"

Maca casually agreed, took a pile of documents, and decisively turned and left.

The purpose of the operation is not complicated, but in any case, it is undoubtedly a very difficult task to assassinate an identified person.

The target person is a Sunni higher religious who also has a certain degree of power in the dynasty.Maca pondered for a while and chose the location in the opponent's home.

The other party's information is complete, including when and where it will appear, what to do every day, and even the flat maps of various places are clearly marked.

It's just that accidents are always inevitable, and carefulness is the key.

A few days later...

Maca has been squatting diagonally across from the opponent's mansion for more than three hours.She concealed her figure from a high place, and looked out carefully through the dense canopy.Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the sultry heat in the air was blown away when the branches swayed.

There are faint dark clouds spreading here in the sky,

"Today's situation is not bad, the guards in the mansion are almost clear, and you can start."

Maca touched the dagger in his arms, and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

To put it bluntly, he still had doubts about the assassination—he didn't know what would happen to him.And the new memories in his mind are bloody and make him feel nauseous.

"It's a long time, I'm afraid it will be affected..." Maca couldn't help sighing.

Two more hours passed, and the sky was getting dark.The target has also returned to the mansion. He is taking a shower at the moment, and he should go to the bedroom to rest soon.

Maca waited for a while, then pulled out the dagger and held it tightly in his hand.

The time has come, and in any case, it is time to act.

The infiltration process was unexpectedly smooth. It can be said that those trainings have almost become the body's instinct.

He walked swiftly against the wall, the "silent" effect made him come and go silently, and quickly jumped to the inside of the wall.

"The patrol has a few minutes of clearance. It's easy."

The long-term training has made this body's physical fitness and explosive power very good, but after a few steps on the spot, he directly stepped on the wall and climbed to the window sill on the second floor.

Use a tool to pry open the peg on the inside of the window. After the probe looked at it, it was followed by a roll and landed firmly in the corridor.

After a while, the second team patrolled downstairs, and he didn't alarm anyone.

The bedroom is on the far right side of the corridor. At this moment, the target is still in the bathroom. Maca quickly ran across the corridor silently, swiftly like a cheetah walking in the dark.

The bedroom is large, but there are not many places to hide.Maca looked around, but accidentally found a secret door under the bed.

"It's no wonder that the structure of the first floor is a bit weird. It turns out that there is some space hidden here."

To open this secret door requires moving the bed, Maca decided not to act rashly, and waited until the task was completed before seeing if there was a chance.

He hid himself in the small space behind the bed, waiting for the arrival of the target.

Facts have proved that he calculated the time very accurately.It didn't take long for the target to push the door in, and fell asleep directly on the bed swayed with fat.

"So, drinking is easy to make things wrong."

After the target was completely asleep, Maca came to the bed with a sharp dagger.

But he was really about to start, but he stopped as he expected.

The blade of the dagger rested on the target's neck, and as it moved forward a little bit, a cold light appeared on the knife.The luster showed a faint dark blue, which was obviously poisonous.

"Do you really want to start? Is this necessary?" Facing an unarmed person, as long as the blade is gently sent, even the mixed snake venom on the blade can quickly take away the other's life.

Such an easy move made Maca stiff.

"Is it necessary?" Maca asked herself again, but could not find the answer.

A little bit of time passed, the target was still asleep, but Maca, as an assassin, had sweat on his forehead.

The weather was still very hot, and the sky outside the window was densely covered with dark clouds, and the air was so stuffy that people almost fainted.

"boom!"

A thunder light flashed in the clouds outside, illuminating Maca's face at the moment-his expression was full of struggle.

"Boom--!"

There was another flash of lightning, and the target seemed to be quarreled, frowning and moving.But this chubby middle-aged man couldn't imagine that this was what caused his death on the spot.

With a wave almost instinctively, the blood in his throat burst like a stream, and the opponent clearly struggled a few times.But Maca's gloved left hand squeezed the opponent's mouth firmly, and the powerful force made it impossible to move.

Soon, there was only a cold corpse left on this bed, and an assassin whose whole body was stiff.

"boom!"

The third lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire mansion, and also illuminating the dripping red in the bedroom.

This feeling is really unspeakable. Although it is not that I have never seen death, the feeling of doing it myself is still unforgettable.After a while, Maca gradually recovered.

"It's a terrible assassination," he glanced at the filth on his body and smiled bitterly. "If you look at the judgment in the training, this is an obvious failure."

Although it was unqualified, nothing happened just now.Maca pushed the bed a few inches away, and then heard a slight "click"-the secret door opened.

This is a small dark room that can only allow one person to enter with bending over.Inside, there are a lot of gold and silver properties, and many secret documents.

Maca picked up a few documents and looked at it, but found that they were of little use.

The eagle's nest people are never short of money.What's more, the Maca hidden in this body now is useless even if it is estimated.

"what is this?"

Suddenly, Maca caught a glimpse of a tightly bound box.

He cut off the overlapping ropes with a dagger and opened the box to see that it was an Arabic dagger.

It's just that this dagger is obviously unusual, with strands of transparent fluctuations on it, and a subtle and obscure aura, which looks very mysterious.

Maca didn't touch it easily, but she couldn't see anything just by looking at it.

But if he doesn't touch it, it doesn't mean that you really don't need to touch it.

I felt an inexplicable force surge from Maca's heart, driving him invisibly, reaching out to the handle of the dagger.Even if he reacted quickly, the will to resist was useless. At this moment, his hand did not listen to him at all.

The moment he touched the dagger, a cold breath spread from his fingers to his whole body. The feeling was indescribable. Although it was not painful, it was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he hadn't noticed anything unusual.He just felt that the cruel feeling that the blade had wiped on a person's neck just now disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, Maca felt a blur in front of him, and when his vision became clear again, he found that the scene had returned to the "old mountain" room in the Eagle Nest again.

"...Alani, the task this time will be very difficult, you have to prepare carefully."

The old man still turned his back to him, and his voice was still low and slow, but the extent of his back bending had increased significantly.It's probably been several years since the last time.

"Yes." Maca felt that his tone seemed to have become a lot colder.