"You escaped the last reincarnation of the sons of the Three Palaces? 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?"

Faced with Merlin's problem, a playful smile flashed in the old assassin's eyes, and he said leisurely:

"Of course I didn't rely on myself to do it. Someone helped me. When I needed the most, she gave me a glimmer of hope and a responsibility. Unfortunately, now it seems that I have let her down."

"she?"

Meilin savored the word, and he asked:

"Who is 'she'? Can you help you resist the Three Palace Demons, is it the legendary supreme wizard?"

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

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

"That's an ancient person. You just need to know that she is the real origin of the Assassin League, which is enough. Of course, I also know that you must be eager to know how I got rid of the cruel cycle of reincarnation set by the Three Palaces. I will tell you Merlin, I've actually been waiting for your arrival, and I will tell you all the steps."

Speaking of this, Lars Al Goul stopped, he said:

"But only if you have to take over the responsibility on my shoulders."

"What's the meaning?"

Merlin asked with a frown:

"Didn't you hand over the Assassin League to your daughter and grandson? You said that it's nothing to do with me."

"Yes, I handed over the Assassin League to them."

The old assassin said seriously:

"But I will hand over the true inheritance of the Assassin to you. Believe me, compared to this thing, the existence of the Assassin League can be said to be worthless. Without this thing, the Assassin League is destined to become a short-lived shell."

"The inheritance of the assassin?"

Merlin's fingers were moving, he said:

"Your words make me more and more confused. Master Ninja, please stop talking with such specious riddles. This is too tiring. I mean, you can actually speak human words."

"Don't hurry"

Lars Al Goul was not angry. In the turbulence of the pool of Sarah Pond, he looked at his own reflection in the green pool, and he whispered:

"We have enough time, we can say it slowly."

“This is a very long story.”

ps:
Chapter completed!