There are many ruthless bosses living in my territory

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Haytham Kenway couldn't tell how he felt.

Should we say it is a reappearance? In short, he reviewed his life.

Born into an assassin family, he received assassin training and the assassin's ideology of advocating freedom and questioning everything since childhood.

When he was ten years old, his life suddenly changed. His parents were killed and his sister went missing. He was taken in by his father's good friend and received his teaching.

At first he didn't know that his father was a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, nor did he know that his father's good friend was a member of the Knights Templar, the Assassin Brotherhood's mortal enemy.

Then he gradually accepted the ideas of the Knights Templar, began to advocate order, and yearned for the ultimate goal of the order - a utopia of eternal peace created by order.

He began to grow up in lies and deception, and soon became a high-ranking member of the Knights Templar with extraordinary talent. He was sent to America to search for the Forerunner ruins. Unfortunately, he did not have the ability to open the ruins, so he could only set up a branch of the Knights Templar here to plot his future affairs.

Later, he learned the whereabouts of his sister. After rescuing his sister through numerous dangers, he suddenly learned that the mortal enemy who killed his father was his father's good friend, the person who taught him the Templar ideas. Then he assassinated the other party without hesitation and avenged his blood revenge.

But what can he do after taking revenge? He can only continue to focus on the cause of the Knights Templar and his ideals.

However, he never expected that the son he had with a Native American woman would appear before him and become a member of the Assassin Brotherhood and become his enemy.

When he first saw his son, he did not think about their differences, but wondered if his father had not died when he was a child, would he have also worn an assassin's cloak like his son and fought for the will of freedom?

But this is no longer possible. The Assassin Brotherhood has long been corrupted. It is not freedom but order that brings peace and progress to the world!

He believed in the canons of the order, not the liberal beliefs of the brotherhood.

But... deep down in his heart, he wanted to establish a father-son relationship with his son and wanted him to understand that "freedom is an invitation to chaos." But even after working together several times, they still parted ways because of conflicting ideas.

For the sake of the Templar cause, he must kill his own son!

And then... he was killed by his son with a hidden blade, and everything would return to dust.

The only thing he left behind was a diary in which he expressed his inner thoughts, hoping his son would read it.

At least that's what he thought.

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Haytham Kenway opened his eyes and miraculously saw the ceiling.

here it is?

He propped himself up and was stunned when he saw the intact clothes and neck. He even touched them with his hands to confirm, but there were indeed no injuries.

What happened? Wasn't he killed by his son?

Was he rescued? No, his injuries were fatal.

Is this hell?

Haytham looked around.

This is a standard single bedroom, decorated in a style slightly different from, but similar to, the aristocratic buildings of colonial America.

Is hell really that comfortable?

Just as he was thinking this, someone suddenly knocked on the door and opened it.

What came into view was a maid with fox ears and a fox tail.

"Mr. Haytham Kenway, my master wants to see you."

Chapter 104: Arrangements for Haytham

"So this is not hell, it's just another world. I came to this other world and was saved by you using magic."

Haytham looked at the fox-eared maid Elsa in front of him and summarized the conversation between the two.

"Yes, you should be able to sense the message from somewhere. This is the intelligence that the rules of the world are conveying to you."

"indeed so……"

Haytham could sense the information suddenly entering his brain, including how to return to his own world, the basic rules he needed to follow in this territory, and the existence of the Round Table Council of All Worlds.

If he wants to join the Round Table Council of All Worlds, he must obtain the consent of the administrator Lister and always abide by the "Other World Cooperation Act".

But none of this matters.

Now that I'm dead, I really don't want to care about the troubles in this world anymore.

Let the dead disappear peacefully.

Perhaps Haytham didn't realize that he didn't want to fight a life-and-death duel with his son Connor again.

He had been a Templar from beginning to end, and had lived up to his beliefs. It was only by chance that he was still alive.

"Take me to your master."

He came to the legendary other world, where there was magic that did not exist in his world.

Magic, doesn't it sound like something worth seeing?

The fox ears and tail of the maid in front of him were not fake. Maybe he would see something even more surprising.

Haytham followed Elsa out of the one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom guest room indifferently, then turned and walked towards the double doors next to it.

"This is the library of Red Maple Territory. The master is reading in here."

Elsa bowed slightly, then gently opened the large reddish-brown wooden door.

Haytham, who had received a British aristocratic education, saluted Elsa in a gentlemanly manner and then stepped into the library.

The library is very large and has three floors. The entire space is illuminated by soft light, and the wooden floor is as bright as new, giving you a sense of security when you step on it.

The bookshelves are designed very reasonably, with a large number of books neatly arranged according to classification labels, and almost every book bears traces of time.

At first sight, Haytham fell in love with this place.

He always finds the truth in the records.

When he looked around the library again, Haytham saw two people sitting on the sofa in the center of the downstairs.

One was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was holding a book. His unique temperament made Haytham sure that he was the "master" mentioned by the fox-eared maid.

The other was a beautiful woman with a distinctly oriental look, wearing a gorgeous black formal dress. She crossed her legs, leaned on the man's shoulder, and read a book with him.

When he looked over there, the woman's expression, which was obviously happy, suddenly turned gloomy. Her blood-red eyes and two exposed fangs instantly reminded Haytham of the evil vampire in mythology and legends.

interesting.

What could be more interesting than arriving in a mythical world after death?

"Mr. Haytham, it's nice to meet you."

When the voice came, the only thing Haytham could see was a vampire woman looking at him with disgust.

He subconsciously turned on Eagle Vision and saw Lister next to the bookshelf in front of his left.

So fast!

Hawkeye only saw two footprints...did they jump over?

He didn't notice any traces at all. It seems that the magic here might be more magical than he imagined.

The blond young man stretched out his hand to him and smiled.

"I am the Lord of Red Maple Territory, Lister Eller."

"May I invite you to have a casual chat?"

Haytham hesitated for just a moment before extending his right hand and shaking it.

"Haytham Kenway."

"I also want to know why you saved me, Mr. Lister."

Liszt smiled and withdrew his right hand.

"Talent is always in high demand wherever you go, isn't it?"

Haytham shook his head slightly.

"I'm just a loser."

"I don't think so. For a lord like me who is eager to recruit talents, it is unacceptable for any talent to be buried."

"Also, Mr. Haytham, as a manager, I am quite familiar with the experiences of the aliens who came to Red Maple Territory."

Looking at Lister's meaningful smile, Haytham knew he couldn't play dumb anymore.

"I am just a dead man. Nothing means anything to me now."

"Is that so?" Liszt's smile remained unchanged. "Mr. Hayerson, you are still a guest of Red Maple Territory. Tomorrow morning I will send a maid to help you get familiar with the surrounding environment. We will talk again after some time."

With that, Lister stepped past Haytham and headed for the door.

The next moment, Haytham saw the vampire-like woman suddenly appear beside the young lord and leave with him.

Suddenly, he was the only one left in the huge library.

"..."

Almost no information was obtained.

Haytham turned on Eagle Vision and used it to obtain traces of the surroundings.

The so-called "Eagle Vision" was called "Odin's Vision" by Viking assassins and "Athena's Vision" by the ancient Greeks. It is the sixth sense possessed by humans of a certain bloodline.

Through Eagle Vision, Haytham could read the emotions and intentions of everything around him, and soon he found the only bright thing in the library -

A bookshelf with historical categories.

The two brightest books on the bookshelf are "A General History of the United States of Ahmora" and "Vision of a New Era (Under Compilation)".

Haytham took out two books and muttered.

"Is this what you wanted me to find?"

"History... Indeed, the truth is always hidden in history, if this book is true."

It just so happens that he is full of energy now, so it would be nice for him to read a book here.

When you arrive in an unknown world, the first thing you need to do is to understand it.

At this time, in the corridor on the other side.

Wuzan hugged Liszt's arm and asked.

"How are you going to trap him?"

Liszt looked down at her helplessly.

"Is that how you see me? I'm not always trying to scheme against others."

"Isn't it?"

Wuzan's bright red lips curled up in a cunning arc.

"Who made me like this?"

"You dare to say this is not part of your plan?"

"No, really..."

When he saw Muzan's expression gradually fall, Liszt immediately put his arm around her waist and changed the subject.

"What do you think of Haytham?"

Muzan thought about it, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"I sensed a sense of deception from that guy. He must be a suspicious guy. Such guys are very difficult to deal with."

"That's pretty accurate."

Liszt stated quietly.

"Hailsham can no longer fully trust a person or thing because of his own experience. He actually envies his son for being able to firmly pursue a goal, even if that goal is wrong."

"For a person like him, no matter how much you say, it's useless."

"He would rather investigate on his own than take anyone else's word for it."