Chapter 147 Assassin
Watson closed the pages of the book again. This "Introduction Guide to Invisible Art Volume I" actually did not mention too much important information except for the names of the twenty-four Si Chens. As for the past mentioned in the article, The glory of the secret transmission history...even if the secret transmissionists at that time were capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, that is already a thing of the past.
He has never been good at recalling the past, preferring to look to the future.
Watson was about to take out the book "The Skinned Macias". When his fingertips touched the cover of the book, he could feel a sad and sad song inside, and at the same time, there was also a faint sound like palms beating drums. The vibration on the surface.
He thought that this might be a book that records the secret knowledge of the mind. Although he didn't understand why it was placed in a public reading room instead of a sealed database... It was probably because the forbidden knowledge contained in the book was only for the first-level mind. A secret message? And any believer who is able to enter the underground secret room of the sect is a secret practitioner who has already cultivated the first-level mental state, so he can safely store this book here?
He had just read the part where Mathias was defeated by Apollo because he could not play the flute upside down, and was flayed for this.
Nello Bacchus had already pushed open the narrow door of the public reading room and barged in. He immediately spotted Chief Watson standing in the middle of the bookshelf. He quickly walked over and said, "Chief Watson, I finally found you."
Watson slowly put down the book, "What's wrong, Nello, is there anything urgent you need me for?"
Nello just smiled and said calmly: "I'm not in a hurry. Sir, do you still remember that I mentioned to you before that I will apply to Mr. Winfrey to free you up?" "The secret transmission of the blade allows you to understand the secret of the blade?"
"Of course I remember!" Watson smiled and immediately stuffed the books in his hands back into the bookshelf. "Has Mr. Winfrey already agreed?"
"Yes! I just received news from him that he has agreed to let you practice the secret transmission of the blade!"
"Well done Nello!" Watson patted his old subordinate heavily on the shoulder, "Thanks to your help, I was able to gain access to new knowledge and power so quickly!"
"Haha, there is no need to continue these kind words. Sir, let's go to the database now. I have already mentioned this matter to Sal, the gatekeeper. I will accompany you in later."
"Okay, let's leave now!"
The two immediately went to the database sealed by the iron gate. Sabo Sal, who was responsible for guarding the database, was a silent middle-aged man. In the moth's vision, the deformed sarcoma on his chest exuded wisps of cold white air.
As soon as he saw Nello, he knew the purpose of their visit, so he obediently took out the key and opened the heavy iron door.
Watson seemed to be immersed in the joy of getting another secret message, taking three steps and two steps at a time, but in fact, the moment he entered the door, he had already used his peripheral vision to carefully look at the precise key that opened the iron door of the database. I vow to keep every detail of the key firmly in my heart.
After all... this is related to his next theft plan!
After Sal let the two people into the dark passage, he sealed the iron door inside, and then led Watson and Nello to zigzag forward in the winding and rugged passage.
The tunnel leading to the database was extremely dark and complicated, and the environment was like a small maze. Even the height was inconsistent, sometimes going uphill and sometimes downhill.
As if to prevent the believers from knowing the specific location of the library, Sal, the gatekeeper, led the two people around, passing through many rooms with weak lights leaking from the cracks in the doors without stopping, and kept leading them with him. Going around and around, little did he know that this dark environment was as clear as day to Watson, and the process of repeating it many times allowed him to further memorize the internal environment.
Even if Watson closes his eyes tightly at this moment, he will not forget the way he came.
They finally came to a closed door, which was exactly the same as the other doors they had passed before. They were all door panels roughly carved from solid stone, but Watson still judged it through the surrounding terrain. This was a door they had never passed through.
"This is the room where the Secret of the Blade is stored." Sal, who was leading the way, stopped and took out another key from his arms to open the door, and Watson also memorized the details of this key in an instant.
The three of them pushed the door open and saw a small stone room behind the door. A weak oil lamp was burning in the corner. The layout of the room was more like a treasure room than a library. .
There was only a row of short books standing in the Blade Library of the Crossroads Order. Most of the books were sealed with oil paper cloth. It was difficult to see their true appearance. The only way to see it was through the color of the cloth tied outside the oil paper cloth bag. The taboo intellectual class represented can be identified.
Around the bookshelf are other shelves, which may contain some statues/weapons/box-like objects, but they are also covered with thick black cloth and tied with colored cloth as marks.
Sal squatted down and pulled out an oil paper bag tied with dark gray cloth from the small bookshelf, handed it directly to Watson, and solemnly instructed: "This book can only be opened and read by you alone. Both of us can." Stand far away, and after you understand the secret of the first-order blade, remember to repackage the book and return it to me."
Watson nodded slightly, then quickly opened the oil paper package with an impatient look, and saw a dark yellow book inside.
The book is titled "The Triumph of the Crown" and the cover is signed by the author - Allen.
The moment he picked up the book, Watson immediately felt the soul blade trembling slightly. He stroked the leather cover, feeling as if he was stroking a sheathed sword, and the sharp secret was already delighting him. The earth called to him.
Watson held his breath and turned the pages of the book. The twisted squiggle letters suddenly clanged and swarmed into his mind, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his skull, and his brain was like a sword. It neighed loudly.
His consciousness traced the arrow back to its source, and in a trance he saw a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows.
Those eyes seemed indifferent, but Watson seemed to be able to empathize with the madness and bloodthirst beneath the indifference, just like the dangerous undercurrents and hungry sharks lurking under the calm sea.
The sonorous words guided his thoughts to go deeper and continue to trace back to the more ancient source.
It turns out that the owner of the eyes is a mysterious assassin who existed as early as the Roman Empire.
The assassins were the colonel's emissaries, operating in the shadows where even the historian's pen could not shine.
They once crossed mountains and rivers, drifted across oceans and seas, and their footprints had set foot on the mysterious American continent long before Columbus.
But they came not to explore unknown territories, but to track and hunt those species that are said to be immortal...use their sharp claws to tear apart the flesh and blood of the immortal, and use their sharp bone spurs to penetrate the hearts of the immortals. with the head.
Then the bloodthirsty feast takes place.
The assassins feasted on the flesh and blood of the immortals, and seemed to be able to draw power beyond the limits of life from the broken bodies with remaining power!
ah! Praise the great God who cannot be disobeyed!
We will definitely follow His guidance, hunt all the immortals in this world, and make them fall into dreamless death as they wish!