The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, there are a lot of things, but don't bother Ezio with the assassin's affairs. He should allow more time to accompany Sophia." Claudia put away the gold coins: "Wait a minute, I will find The bank, give you the money this afternoon."

"No problem, trouble you."

Chapter 2357 Shao Yun

The sun is setting.

The whitewashed exterior wall was covered with a touch of gold in the setting sun.

"Where is this?"

Aneth looked at the side of the country road, sometimes appearing and sometimes hidden in the manor among the hills. The carriage shook and shook from time to time because of the rocks embedded in the soil.

"What can you think of?" Zelin asked rhetorically.

"I... the book says that only Novigrad can paint so many white stone brick houses." Aneth looked around with her eyes wide open. Zellin has visited the castle of Baronial La Varetti more than once, which is the largest fortress in the north, or a fortress city. Because it is across the river from Tritog, the capital of Ridania, the barons of La Valetti have repaired and expanded the fortress: "Is that a vineyard?"

"Yes, vineyard." Zelin nodded, "This is where we are coming."

"What's the name here?"

"Um... Overiel."

"Overil?"

"Yes, I often travel outside. Overil, Serekania, I have been wandering most of the time, walking from the Dragon Mountain to Novigrad, and taking a boat from Hidaris to Martina. Along the coast, from the snow-capped mountains of Skellige to the desert of Serekania. I have been to many places, I have met many people, and have seen many things." Zelin exhaled slowly: "The more I have seen, the more I am Realize how insignificant you are. So I don’t know if I can teach you, but I think you should be able to help you by getting in touch with other people and understanding other people’s thoughts."

"I understand."

Aneth nodded: "Overil."

She chewed the word in a low voice.

Zelin didn't know that the news that he took Aneth to Overfier was later recorded in the black book of Ailand, and in the future it caused controversy about the history of the exchange between Overiel and the northern continent.

Ezio still lives in seclusion in the Tuscan countryside, is with Sofia, and has two children. A son and a daughter.

"He is a master?"

Aneth clutched the edge of the carriage window with both hands and looked out: "Master of what?"

"His career was hit hard, Aneth. His father and elder brother died at the hands of the enemy, and his career—the Brotherhood we saw in Rome yesterday—was slumped. He looked for friends, called comrades in arms, Collecting intelligence, one person confronts the family that controls this country, and finally wins and spreads his career to more distant places." Zelin looked at the farmland that was gradually being left behind as the carriage moved: "I think You should talk to her and listen to his experience."

"He must be a very powerful fighter." Aneth said in surprise: "He is also an excellent tactician."

"At that time you will know."

Zelin chuckled lightly and didn't say anything more, but leaned back on the wooden chair, closing his eyes and rested.

About an hour after leaving the city, the carriage arrived at a wine estate located on a hillside.

"Okay, here it is."

After the carriage stopped, Zelin opened the door. Aneth jumped out of the carriage, Zelin handed the coin to the coachman and waved goodbye to him.

"Sir, if you leave, you can also come to me." The coachman slid the coin into his pocket and laughed: "I want to go back to Rome. There are not many visitors from Florence to Rome. If you have not hired other coaches. , You can go to Florence to find me."

"No problem, I will definitely go to the gate of the city to find you first." Zelin nodded.

Seeing the carriage return on its original path, Zelin retracted his gaze and looked at the vineyard. The breeze hit, and large areas of land under the hills were stained green by the vines.

Claudia said that Ezio has been living in seclusion here, only going to Florence a few times. Few people knew about this, and Claudia and other members of the Brotherhood who knew that Ezio lived in seclusion tried their best to avoid spreading the news, lest the Templars threatened Sofia and his children. In the matter of revenge, the Templars have always been ashamed of the methods they used.

Originally, Claudia also hoped that if Zelin went to America again, he would help send a letter to the Brotherhood branch in the Americas. But Zelin declined. He said that he didn't plan to go to America anymore, but to find another place, and it would be best to stay away from all disputes.

"The scale of this manor is really big." Zelin sighed with emotion: "I don't know how many people Ezio will hire to help him harvest the grapes."

If you live in seclusion, you probably have to find a way to buy a manor of this size. Zelin thought in his heart. He just thought of living in seclusion, and then he burst into laughter. Maybe it was because there were so many things that he had experienced in the past eight years that he had a thought of wanting to live in seclusion, but in fact, Vesemir, who was younger than he did not know, had not yet shown the idea of ​​living in seclusion.

"Please forgive me."

Suddenly, a jerky voice appeared in Zelin's ear. He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a figure wearing a black tights standing beside him. The edges of the tights were decorated with crimson stripes. The curves of the clothes indicated that this was a woman: "You Is it Master Ezio Auditore?"

Zelin frowned. The women in front of him were clearly dressed not to allow others to see their appearance. The shadow of the hood just blocked half of his cheeks, only showing his chin: "I am not Ezio, but I know him. Do you have anything to do with Ezio?"

He can't say that the hooded are all assassins, anyone can wear a hood, maybe just to shelter from the wind and rain. When he was a demon hunter, he also liked to wear a hood and a cloak, because he often wandered under the scorching sun and wind and rain.

He moved his gaze to the black cloth boots, which were stained with dry mud and a lot of dust remained on the clothes. This person must have gone a long way.

"I'm looking for Ezio." The woman in black whispered, "Can you take me to see him?"

"Not all travelers carry a sword." Zelin noticed the hilt of the sword protruding from behind a woman's shoulder: "Can you tell me your identity and purpose?"

Claudia mentioned that Ezio avoids being disturbed because he wants to avoid letting the Templars disturb his life. If his enemies knew that he was hiding in Tuscany, they would certainly not let go of the possibility of threatening him with a child to besiege an old master assassin. Even if this has no practical significance, it also has a great symbolic significance that can make them forget the failure for the time being.

"My name is... Shao Yun." Shao Yun said: "Da Ming from the East."

The 2358th chapter meets Ezio again

Sunlight shines through the gaps in the wooden windows, reflecting the floating dust floating in the air.

The swaying candlelight projected the figure of Fenbijishu on the stone wall behind him. The white-haired and white-bearded man finished writing a paragraph, put down his pen, picked up the letter paper, carefully read the words on the paper, and looked at each sentence on it intently.

咚咚咚——

"Uh, come in."

Ezio raised his eyes and looked over the top of the letter to the door.

"I want to take Marcello into the city." Sophia, wearing an emerald green dress and white dress, opened the door and walked in.

"Go to see Machiavelli's play?"

Sophia reminded softly: "Ezio, Machiavelli's play ended three weeks ago. We are going to visit your sister."

Ezio frowned and raised his eyes: "I missed it?" Looking at the window, Ezio tried to recall the time: "I missed it?"

"Help me take care of Filavia, okay?" Sophia seems to have gotten used to it: "We will be back soon."

"Okay, no problem." Ezio nodded. "See you tonight, be careful on the road, dear."

After Sophia left the room, Ezio rolled the letter paper in his hand into a ball and threw it aside. The paper ball hit a portrait, bounced off and fell to the ground, and fell into the paper ball pile that was thrown out before.

Too long.

After an unknown amount of time, Ezio picked up the basket beside him. Pushing open the door, the west-facing wooden door was facing the sunlight. After staying in the dark room for a long time, Ezio raised his arm subconsciously, waited for his eyes to adjust to the light outside, then lowered his arm and sighed softly.

There was a crisp laughter behind him.