Shadow of the Beautiful World

Merlin was walking in the messy South Darbat.

This small city of assassins had already been turned into ruins during this armed raid. After the death knell was rescued, the battle here had already come to an end.

Beside Merlin, those black-clothed warriors who were still alive, led by some commanders, silently collected the corpses of their companions and rescued those who were still alive.

This time, the stronghold of the Assassin Alliance really suffered heavy losses.

According to Merlin's rough statistics alone, more than 300 assassins died in the attack. You must know that those who can be trained in the base camp are all extremely talented assassins, and they are the real elite forces in the Assassin League.

This organization that has existed for hundreds of years is indeed huge, but most of its members are peripheral members, and only a small part are actually responsible for fighting.

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An assassin in black came quickly from the other side of the ruins with a light movement. She stood beside Merlin, bowed her head respectfully towards Merlin, and said to him in a hoarse tone:

Dear guest, Master Ninja is waiting for you.

You call him Master Ninja? What is your relationship with the ninjas of Japan?

Merlin asked:

Are you ninjas or assassins?

Just the name is different.

The young female ninja replied softly:

We also have a branch in Dongying, but ninja training is only part of the training of the fighters of the Assassin League, not all. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the leader went to Dongying alone, and won the title of ninja master with one sword. , from then on, this name is the honorific title for the leader.

Oh, I see.

Merlin nodded, and he said to the female ninja:

Go ahead, I'll get there by myself.

Without hesitation, the female ninja turned and left in a very obedient gesture.

Her aura was exactly the same as that of the warriors around Merlin, calm, tenacious, restrained in emotion, willing to be a part of this organization.

They are the best subordinates, the best order executors.

I don't know how Lars Al Ghul trained such an excellent follower.

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Merlin looked at the towering snow-capped mountains behind him, and he took a deep breath. In this cold air, there was an unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, which made Merlin feel a little bad.

He turned around and quickly left the desolate battlefield.

On the other side, under the ruins of the collapsed nine-storey building, in a secret room that spirals down to a depth of nearly 20 meters, the old assassin, whose whole body is soaked in a strange pool of green light, is talking to his daughter. talking.

Lars Al Ghul, this living legend is very weak now, his eyes are closed, his old face is full of undisguised fatigue, the majesty of the past has disappeared at this moment, he looks like Like a real old man.

late old man.

Thalia, you did a good job this time.

Lars Al Ghul said to his daughter who was kneeling on one side:

Using a dead object that cannot be used has brought us life and hope in times of crisis. You saved our organization, my daughter. Perhaps, I have always underestimated you in the past.

It's nothing, father.

Thalia hid her ambition very well, she said to her father obediently:

Anyone, under such circumstances, would make the same choice as me.

Maybe.

The old assassin did not respond to his daughter's modesty, he leaned against the slightly swaying pool water, and let the strange power in the pool water repair his body. After a moment of silence, he said to Thalia:

My daughter took Damian out of Nandalbat and went to find Baine. He will help you gather other factions of the Assassin League, and he will help you rebuild our organization.

Hearing her father's words, Thalia's fingers clenched tightly, and there was a burst of joy in her heart.

This meant that her father had finally personally acknowledged her jurisdiction over the Assassin League, and finally, she had become the heir to his father's legacy.

Her precise choice at the critical moment paid off.

Lars Al Ghul pondered for a moment, then he said again:

You have to train Damian well. My grandson will be the future hope of the Assassin League. But Thalia, my daughter, you should know better than me. Part of Damian's character is very similar to his father Bruce. Their There is an indelible weakness in my heart, and this weakness originating from Bruce may affect Damian's future.

Bruce is not weak.

Merlin's voice suddenly sounded at this moment, interrupting the old assassin's words.

He walked down the spiral staircase and stood at the entrance of the underground secret room. He looked at the pool in front of him, which looked like a large swimming pool and emitted a strange green light. The old assassin in the pool said softly:

Being able to respect life and stick to one's beliefs under any circumstances is more difficult than the seemingly ruthless killing. He is not a coward, at least in my opinion, he is much more determined than you.

Merlin put his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked at Lars Al Ghul, the legendary head of demons, the legendary human devil, and said:

At least Bruce will not borrow the power of the devil to try to survive when facing death

Merlin!

Thalia yelled, trying to stop Merlin's impolite speech, but was stopped by her father.

The old assassin raised his left hand to signal Talia to be quiet. He opened his eyes and looked at Merlin in front of him, as if examining him. After a moment, he said to Thalia:

My daughter, go and bring my grandson. I have something to say to him.

Father, you

Talia heard a hint of ominousness from her father's words. It was as if Master Ninja had foreseen the ominous situation, and he was telling the funeral.

Go.

The old assassin said softly, but he could not refuse:

I also have some personal matters, I want to talk to Mr. Merlin.

Talia stood up helplessly. She was very familiar with her father's temper, and she knew that this matter could not be changed. She lowered her head and walked towards the exit of the secret room. This feeling of not being fully trusted made Thalia feel a little bad.

When passing by Merlin, she raised her head, glanced at Merlin, then quickened her pace and left the secret room.

When only Merlin and the old assassin were left, Lars Al Ghul suddenly said:

Talia is very good. She is very good in every way. She has inherited my stubbornness and ambition, as well as her mother's wisdom and patience. Unfortunately, there is a narrow part of her thinking. Whenever her interests are touched, There are too few things she can tolerate, and this kind of defect makes it difficult for her to become a qualified leader.

Oh, so that's why you've been suppressing her.

Merlin strolled forward, squatting beside the water of the Salaru Pool in front of him, and whispered:

I thought you were a rigid, patriarchal old man. But I think Thalia is not bad. After all, there is no perfect person in this world. Since you can't persuade Bruce to inherit your career, you can only I can make do with another person who isn't too bad.

My real hope is Damian.

The old assassin said frankly:

My grandson is the future destined leader of the Assassin League. Thalia is just a transition, she is destined to hand over my inheritance to my grandson. Of course, this has nothing to do with you, this is my family business So let’s talk about the really important issues.”

The old man, soaked in the pool water like a green concoction, looked at Merlin and said:

Merlin Riley, do you know who I am?

You are Lars Al Ghul, a human demon who has lived for 700 years, with countless lives in his hands, an arrogant idealist who claims to build a perfect world in your mind. You are called the devil First, Master Assassin, you have planned many appalling massacres over the past few hundred years.

Merlin said calmly:

From what I know from Bruce, you were behind the Great Fire of London, even the medieval bubonic plague, the Thirty Years' War, and even World War I. You were a villain, one of the most terrifying terrorists in the world, But I think that's not the answer you want from me.

He looked at the old assassin, and after a while, he took off his gloves and soaked his fingers in the water of the Salaru Pool. He felt the power in the pool water that was in line with the magic power in his body. He sighed and said in a low voice:

You are the same as me, but different from me. You are the son of Sangong. In theory, you are mine, brother?

hehe.

Lars Al Ghul seemed very satisfied with the answer. He raised his hand from the pool water. He looked at the unhealed wound on his arm. He said with some melancholy and nostalgia:

I have lived for 700 years. Once, I thought I could face the coming of death calmly, but it was not until this moment came that I realized that there was still fear in my heart.

But not the fear of death.

The old assassin said to Merlin:

Can you feel that feeling? When you know where you will go when you die, it is neither heaven nor hell. Merlin, people like you and me will not find real peace even after death, our souls It will return to the Sangongmo and become one of its countless playthings.

At that time, we can't live, and we can't die. We can only wait for the impossible end in endless pain.

You're right. I'm the son of Sangong. Like you, I also have the power it bestows.

But you're not quite right either.

Lars Al Ghul looked at Merlin, and he said word by word:

I'm exactly the same as you.

We are all 'sons of rebellion', rebels who do not obey Sangong's will, we don't want to join that cruel game, we try to find relief in our own way.

Merlin Riley! I am the last child of the Three Palaces left over from the previous era.

It was also the first child of the devil born at the beginning of this era.

You escaped the last reincarnation of the children of Sangong? Are you a survivor?

Merlin's eyes widened at this moment, he looked at the old assassin in front of him, and said in a serious tone:

how did you do it?

Facing Merlin's question, a playful smile flashed in the old assassin's eyes, and he said leisurely:

Of course I didn't do it on my own. Someone helped me when I needed it the most. She gave me a glimmer of hope and a responsibility. Unfortunately, now it seems that I have failed her.

she?

Merlin tasted the word, and he asked:

Who is 'she'? Can help you resist the Three Palace Demon, is it the legendary supreme mage?

Your imagination is too rich, Merlin, read less miscellaneous books.

The old assassin denied this guess, and he replied calmly:

That's an ancient person, you just need to know that she is the real origin of the Assassin's League, that's enough. Of course, I also know, you must be eager to know how I got rid of the three palaces Cruel reincarnation, I will tell you Merlin, I have been waiting for your arrival, and I will tell you all the steps.

Having said that, Lars Al Ghul stopped and said:

But the premise is that you have to take over the responsibility on my shoulders.

What's the meaning?

Merlin frowned and asked:

Didn't you already hand over the League of Assassins to your daughter and grandson? You also said that it's none of my business.

Yes, I handed over the League of Assassins to them.

The old assassin said seriously:

But I will give you the true inheritance of the Assassins. Believe me, compared with this thing, the existence of the Assassin League is worthless. Without this thing, the Assassin League is destined to become a short-lived shell .”

Inheritance of the Assassin?

Merlin moved his fingers and said:

Your words are making me more and more confused, Master Ninja, stop talking in such plausible riddles, it's too tiring. I mean, you can actually speak human language.

don't rush

Lars Al Ghul was not angry. He looked at his own reflection in the green pool amidst the waves of the water in the Salaru Pool, and said softly:

We still have enough time, we can speak slowly.

It's a long story.

PS:

This is the end of this update. This time the update will be a tipping update from June to July. The tipping update in August will be on the 10th of next month, so stay tuned. Finally, it is customary to ask for a monthly pass. Some brothers should not hide it. After all, a monthly pass will not give birth to a baby, hahahaha.