"Flying Knife?" Old Thorde, who was interrupted again, looked at the things in Aisio's hand with an unhappy look.

"It should be," the old man threw the poison in his hand to Wang Ming, stood up and looked at the flying knives in Aisio's hand with disdain, "That's the only thing he can use."

"Uh..." Wang Ming was stunned, not understanding why this old guy suddenly spoke in this tone.

Aisio, who was playing with the flying knife intently, also looked stiff. The flying knife held in his hand was neither retracted nor released.

Is this old man angry because of his continuous speech being interrupted?

Aisio and Wang Ming looked at each other, and they saw such a message from each other's eyes at the same time.

"Hmph~" Didn't notice the strangeness of the two behind him, and Old Thorde, who stood up and turned his back to them, suddenly picked up an elite long sword from the ground and raised it high above the top with both hands.

"Flying swords and other things are all floating clouds. Only close-up battles are the romance of men!"

Wang Ming & Aisio: "…"

Forget it, if you care about this old man, they are fools.

He continued to hold a flying knife on his body with a calm look on his face. It seemed that Acio really loved this exquisite and compact thing that could kill people in the distance.

However, Wang Ming thought about it carefully and it seemed that among the multiple series of Assassin's Creed, only Aisio had the habit of using flying knives.

It seems that this is also an indissoluble bond between him and the flying knife.

He also threw the smoke bomb to Aisio because his assassin suit had many hidden pockets, and he could easily put these large objects in without letting others pay attention.

But Aisio was just a casual aristocratic costume, looking like an ordinary aristocrat, if not looking at his face.

In Wang Ming's impression, it's okay to play games, but if you still wear an assassin suit in the real world, it's obviously a bit too second, although that piece of clothing is indeed very convenient.

Although in this era, the outfit on Aisio was not very conspicuous, Wang Ming did not intend to go out wearing the same clothes as him.

If someone thinks it is a couple outfit...

He carefully inserted the poison contained in the test tube into the dedicated storage space on the belt and fixed it. Wang Ming took over the information about the mission from Old Thorde, who had returned to normal.

Freehand painting...Abstract painting...

This is Wang Ming’s first feeling after receiving the information.

The corners of his mouth twitched and looked at the portrait of the normal person who could not even see the popular one. Wang Ming decisively handed him to Aisio behind him.

Aboriginal people or something, you can probably understand that thing...

"Lyon..." Wang Ming looked at the information in his hand and couldn't believe it.

"Is the priest a profession?!"

Old Thorde, who was standing beside him, hurriedly came up to explain: "The priest is just his superficial disguise. In fact, his identity is an underground intelligence leader hidden in the dark."

"Intelligence leader?" Wang Ming was puzzled again.

Didn’t the letter from the manor say that this guy organized illegal business through intimidation and threats?

"I made a mistake at the beginning..." Old Thorde's face flashed with embarrassment, and he quickly apologized to the two of them, "Lyon often talks about our activity information to those who are enemies of us at a high price. His existence is a huge obstacle for us."

"As for the one who organized illegal business, I had already stabbed his anus in the street with the poison that could drive people crazy. I still remember that time..."

“…”

The corners of his mouth twitched. Wang Ming resisted the urge to curse and stuffed a half-eat pastry on the table into Old Thorde's still chattering mouth.

This strange piece of pastry existed when Wang Ming and the others came in. In Wang Ming's opinion, before he and Aisio came, the old man might have died because he was having afternoon tea.

As for why he would have afternoon tea in the evening... this is not something Wang Ming needs to consider.

The world finally became quiet. Wang Ming and Aisio both breathed a sigh of relief. They calmed down and looked at the information in their hands carefully.

"Lyon. He is an obscenely respected priest, but he is indeed a Florentine underground worker whose hands are covered in blood."

"The intelligence of more than a dozen assassins in the group was obtained by him in unknown ways and sold to those who were enemies of the group at a high price."

"It is observed that the other party has close contacts with members of the Templar Templar. There have been dozens of times when they met with the Templar Templar people in private and secretly, but they are on the surface as priests, so it may be because of some affairs about the Order, but the possibility is not high."

"This time, the exposed suspicion of *** (Asio's father), one of the members of the Assassin Group, is related to it..."

"Bang!" Before I could finish watching, Aisio's fist hit the classical and gorgeous writing desk.

Wang Ming shrugged in his heart, turned his head and pretended to inadvertently look at the protagonist of our world, Aisio Children's Shoes.

Aisio looked angry and his exposed teeth clattered, and he was obviously very excited. He wanted to rush over and kill the person who might have killed his father now.

He sighed inconspicuously.

Wang Ming finally knew why he didn't hear any news about the old man Thold again.

Look at what Aisio looks like now.

He was still very young and angry and must have made some mistakes. In the end, Thold, the publisher of the task, was implicated to death by him.

Wang Ming, who is good at fantasy, can even imagine in his mind what this mission would develop without him.

There was nothing to pay attention to in the remaining information. Wang Ming looked at the other party's activities and found that this guy was going to church to pray every afternoon.

This is because there is too much blood in the injured stand, so do you hope to get the forgiveness of the gods?

He handed the information in his hand to Aisio, but Aisio's children's shoes, who had been gloomy since the beginning, had no intention of taking them.

Shrugging, Wang Ming turned around and returned the information to Old Thorde.

"We probably already know the specific situation..." Wang Ming shot the extremely abstract figure painting in his hand, pretending to inadvertently ask Thold: "The death of *** (Asio's father) is really related to Lyon?"

Aisio, who was standing behind Wang Ming, was shocked, and his head was raised in an instant, and his eyes hidden under the hat were also staring at Old Thold.

Wang Ming suddenly felt that he seemed to have asked a wrong question.

"It should be..." The old eyes were dizzy Thorde didn't see Acio's strangeness, and took it out of the file next to him and flipped it out. "The probability is at least 75%, which can basically be considered as..."

Before Old Thorde finished speaking, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing the collar on his chest.

"Where is he?" Aisio's eyes, whose face was extremely gloomy, were flashing with cold light, staring at the old man's eyes like a hungry wolf, as if the next moment he would immediately disappear from this world as long as he did not answer his question.

"What...what?!" Old Thold was startled, and then he realized that something was wrong with Acio's expression.

"I'll ask you where he is?" Aisio said again with an impatient look on his face, and carried the old and weak man in a fierce tone. "Where is the Huntan named Lyon now!"

"Ry, Lyon?" Old Thold didn't understand why Aisio became like this, but he subconsciously said Lyon's address.

Oh no! Wang Ming secretly shouted in his heart that something was wrong.

He didn't expect that the old man who was still yelling was so cowardly that he would tell the matter out when he was scared.

"Thanks."

Sure enough, without waiting for Wang Ming to react, Aisio, who let go of old Thorde, thanked him indifferently, and then rushed into the dark night outside at a fast speed.

"Damn it!" Wang Ming's face changed, and he ignored the shocking old Thold behind him, turned around and chased out at the same amazing speed.
Chapter completed!