When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

The moon is bright and the breeze is blowing gently.

Altaïr stood quietly on a slightly sloping roof, with a scimitar and a dagger hanging on his waist. He wore a black wristband on his left hand, and there was a faint edge on the inside of the palm of his hand.

This is a hidden sword, one of the legacies left by the Invisible One, and it is very precious.

In the entire Assassin's Resistance, there are only three hidden swords like this, and the others have basically been destroyed or collected by various forces.

Only the most elite assassins are qualified to wear the Hidden Blade.

Due to the destruction of the Hidden Ones, the method of making the Hidden Blade was lost. Many people tried to reproduce the Hidden Blade, but the finished products were unsatisfactory.

Either it cannot pop out flexibly, or the sword is too fragile, or it is very easy to hurt yourself.

Of course, even if it is the Hidden Blade left by the Hidden One, there are very few assassins in the entire Assassin's Resistance who can flexibly use this weapon.

Altaïr came from the Kazakh Empire, a country in the far west. His full name was transliterated as Altaïr ibn Lahad.

Rumor has it that the founder of the Hidden Ones came from the Western Regions. Perhaps because of this relationship, the deputy leader of the Assassin's Resistance took a fancy to him, rescued him from his slave status, and asked him to join the Resistance and become one of them. member.

Altaïr was very talented, and could basically learn many assassination techniques and various dexterous instruments. He was also very good at climbing, jumping and wandering between houses, and could easily hide his figure in the crowd and attack the enemy. There are basically no mood swings at all times.

Unlike those new assassins who have just become assassins, it takes several days to adapt to each kill.

He was almost a born assassin.

Altaïr was once proud of this, and his character gradually became unruly.

However, a subsequent incident shattered his pride, and the deputy leader who introduced him to the resistance died as a result, turning him into a taciturn person again.

But in the eyes of other assassins, Altaïr is synonymous with calmness and danger. Whenever he takes action, he rarely fails. He is also known as "the assassin closest to the Invisible One" and is the ace among assassins.

Tonight, according to the plan, Altaïr was supposed to rush to Prodavence to observe secretly, looking for opportunities to rescue Miss Yuna.

The Assassin's Resistance actually did not place all their hopes on the magician and the demon hunter. Naturally, they also arranged for backup.

However, before tonight, the magician who accepted the commission came to the tavern used for docking alone and met with Altaïr in private.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, it was a request that people couldn't help but refuse.

"Do me a favor, find Charles and kill him."

Altaïr knew the details of Charles. The slave trader never appeared in his true form. Whenever he appeared, he would most likely be a clone or a magical phantom. He was extremely cautious.

Therefore, assassinating Charles is of little significance to the Assassin's Resistance and is just a waste of time.

However, the magician told Altaïr -

"I know who Charles relies on, so I never thought of asking you to kill his real body. I need you to kill one of his clones that night. In exchange, I promise to take your Miss Yuna from that auction tomorrow night. We’ll bring it out at the dinner party, and you may not even need to take action.”

Such guarantees are actually meaningless. Instead of trusting others’ promises, it’s better to think about how to rely on yourself.

He didn't think the magician could do what he promised.

The main reason why the Assassin's Resistance let these two foreign aids join and pretended to let them take on the main tasks was that they hoped that they would attract attention at the dinner party, so that the Assassins could fish in troubled waters and take people away.

However, for some reason, Altaïr finally agreed to the magician's request.

Perhaps it was because it was not troublesome for Altaïr to achieve this. Regardless of success or failure, he had plenty of time to rush to Prodavence and wait for the opportunity.

So, he came here.

Under the moonlight, slender shadows fell on the roof.

Under the white hood, Altaïr's eyes were as sharp as falcons, locking onto a room opposite.

Although the long curtains blocked the scene in the room, Altaïr knew that his target was inside.

It took him a whole day to lock down the location of Charles's clone, during which he also used the intelligence network he had established himself, and then he has been staying there until now.

Then it’s time to take action!

In the next second, he jumped from one roof to another nimbly. Although he was wearing a white robe, he could disappear into the night like a bat. He could only vaguely see an illusory figure running around.

After a while, Altaïr successfully bypassed all obstacles and reached the roof of the target building. Then he grabbed the edge like an ape and climbed down. Soon he came to the window he had been staring at all day. forward.

However, the window was locked.

When an ordinary assassin comes here, he might just break the window and break into the room.

This will inevitably alarm the target and greatly increase the possibility of mission failure.

Altaïr used his amazing arm strength to grab the window sill with one hand, raised his left hand, and the hidden sword popped out from under his wrist like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

He gently inserted the sword blade into the gap between the windows, and moved it upward slowly but forcefully.

"Click..."

With a slight sound, the lock was unlocked.

Altaïr slowly pushed open the window until he could get through. He nimbly climbed onto the window sill and jumped out with his Hidden Blade raised high.

At that moment, he was like a tiger that had been dormant for a long time, breaking through the barrier of the curtains, facing the prey, revealing its sharp fangs.

The unstoppable hidden sword pierced the curtain, rushed forward quickly, and pierced some kind of stiff body in an instant. After being slightly hindered, it was all submerged.

The figure sitting on an armchair turned his head slightly, trying to see the assassin's face clearly.

However, the next moment, after confirming that the target had been stabbed, the hidden sword was pulled out.

Altaïr took a step to the side calmly, avoiding the opponent's sight. At the same time, he drew the scimitar from his waist and swung it skillfully, decapitating the target.

One stab, one slash, and the target is taken, clean and neat, with almost no unnecessary movements!

After the head stayed where he should have been for half a second, it slowly slid down and hit the heavy desk. Under the gaze of the moonlight, a shocked blond businessman's face was revealed.

The next second, the head and the body, which did not shed any blood, turned into countless magic light dust and dissipated.

"It didn't take much time. The auction dinner should have just started. It's time to rush to Prodavence..."

Altaïr glanced around the room and found that there was no one else here. He turned around and climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night.

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There is another chapter a little later.

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Thanks ~ Wanderer ~ Dada, a sp Dada, this life Ning crazy Dada, Yuanxing Dada, Xiaowu Dada who sleeps in Diling Palace, Yibai l Dada, u22u Dada for the reward!

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