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

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the cold air, and the solid iron bars glowed with an icy cold light.

The figure wearing a white robe and a hood sat silently in the corner, looking down at the cracks on the floor, slightly lost in thought.

This is an underground prison.

The space is narrow and cramped.

It is located underground in the secret headquarters of the Assassin's Resistance in Olin City, and is specifically used to imprison enemies of the Resistance.

A few days ago, a traitor was imprisoned.

His name was Altaïr ibn Lahad.

......

Time goes back to seven days ago.

"Altaïr!"

The majestic voice echoed in the empty cave hall.

Under the inverted stalagmites, a middle-aged man wearing a silver mask stood on the steps, looking down at the white-robed assassin kneeling below.

Around the white-robed assassins, there were six black-robed assassins and nearly twenty white-robed assassins.

These are all the members of the entire Olin City Assassin's Resistance Association.

They formed a circle and looked at the white-robed assassin kneeling on one knee with scrutiny, suspicion, disbelief, and unacceptable eyes.

"Someone reported to me that there was a traitor among us, and the person who was reported... was you!"

The assassin leader on the steps looked at Altaïr, with no emotion or anger in his tone.

"Altaïr, I don't want to accuse any brother in the Society. The person who reported you has no substantial evidence, but he told me that during this period, all the brothers who had been in contact with you were hunted."

"Later, I went to verify it myself based on his description... What he said was true."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

The assassin leader's eyes were as bright as a flash, as if he wanted to see right through him.

Altaïr lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke in a low voice.

"I was once targeted by people from the Order of Sloth..."

"At that time, the magic of covering up the slave mark on my body will soon lose its effect."

"In order to get rid of the people of the Sloth Cult as soon as possible, I tried to go to other strongholds in the city to seek help from other brothers."

"but......"

Altaïr raised his head and looked at the leader with complicated eyes.

"I haven't had any contact with the brothers in the stronghold. I just passed by outside, hoping to attract their attention and get support."

"If it is really my fault that they were killed, I am willing to take responsibility for it."

After saying that, Altaïr lowered his head again.

The assassins were speechless for a moment as they listened to Altaïr's words.

"Altaïr, do you still remember the oath and creed sworn by the Resistance Council?" asked a black-robed assassin.

"I have never forgotten and I dare not forget."

"Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately..."

"Don't expose your whereabouts..."

"Not endangering resistance would..."

Altaïr chanted sentence after sentence in a deep voice.

"Whether it's your fault or not, we have indeed lost many brothers. The recent hunting has caused us heavy losses. Here are all of us left." The leader looked at the assassins present, "The resistance is in danger."

"Altaïr, you must prove that you are still one of us, our trustworthy brother and companion."

......

four days ago.

Late at night, on the roof of a house in the wealthy area of ​​Olin City.

Altaïr, wearing white assassin robes, stood quietly on the rooftop.

There were three accompanying assassins beside him, one in black robes and two in white robes.

"Altaïr, the time has come to prove you." The black-robed assassin said, "We will go with you."

"If possible, I would like to complete this mission alone."

Altaïr looked at the buildings in the distance with calm and determined eyes.

"Altaïr, this was not decided by you, nor by me. It was decided by the leader and everyone together," the black-robed assassin said.

They are both companions and watchers.

This time the mission was to assassinate the most powerful slave merchant in Olin City, Lorante Fisk.

Kill him and a large number of ownerless slaves will appear in the city.

This will also be an opportunity for the Assassin's Resistance to absorb new blood and develop again.

"Altaïr, to be honest, you have made indelible contributions to the resistance. You brought back Ezio and the inheritance of the Hidden Ones. This is of great significance to us." The black-robed assassin said slowly, "We also don't want to believe that you will betray the Resistance Council."

"This is an opportunity, as much for you as it is for us."

"Let's get started."

Altaïr nodded slightly.

Then his figure disappeared into the night like a shadow, quickly climbing and jumping between houses, rushing towards the target building.

In the gorgeous hall, a bloated man was lying on the sofa, holding a wine glass between his fingers, which contained wine as red as blood.

There was no one else in the hall except him.

The ostentatiously dressed auctioneer who always stood behind him in the past was also missing.

The fat man shook the wine glass, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

At this time, a figure wearing a white assassin robe quietly came in from the rear window, his palms slightly open, and his sharp points were exposed under the cuffs.

The figure slowly walked behind the sofa, raised his left hand, and stabbed hard.

The hidden sword instantly penetrated the opponent's neck and emerged from the other end with blood.

The hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, then collapsed weakly. The luxurious tall crystal glass slipped from the sofa, and the red wine flowed all over the floor.

he died.

A very neat death.

Death... was too smooth.

Altaïr walked around the sofa, half bent down, and looked seriously at the bloated man lying on the sofa with his head hanging down, and compared the appearance of the deceased through his memory.

Eyes, face shape, nose, forehead... everything is exactly the same.

He is Laurent Fisk, the most powerful slave merchant in Olin City. Especially after he annexed Charles' share, his power has expanded to the point that other slave merchants can only look up to him.

Even in the entire southern part of the kingdom, he is a member of the slave merchant group that cannot be ignored.

But now he died silently.

Altaïr stood up and looked out the window.

When he came here, the window was open and Laurent was sitting alone on the sofa without anyone accompanying him.

It's like...this slave trader is here specifically waiting for someone to come and kill him.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Altaïr inspected Lorante's body again.

There is body temperature, touch, and no traces of illusion. There is no doubt that this is a real corpse.

If this was a conspiracy against him, or even against the Assassin's Resistance, Altaïr couldn't see the point in letting Laurent die.

Unfortunately, he has not yet received the baptism of the Golden Apple and obtained the inheritance of the Invisible One, so he cannot enter that special soul space to torture Lorante.