In order to avoid being seen by the manager of the apartment, Zhang Heng and Dadatis left through the window.
There was a small boat left by Dadatis in the Tiber River downstairs. It was about the size of two people.
When Zhang Heng got down to the boat, he found that there were no oars in it. So he asked Dadatis, "How are we going to get there?"
"Relax. We just need to go down the river," Dadatis said as he untied the rope.
The next moment, the boat began to drift downstream under the influence of the current.
Zhang Heng and Dadatis sat at the bow, and Dadatis sat at the stern.
Although the Tiber River at night was not as prosperous and noisy as it was during the day, it was still a unique scenery. The stars in the sky were reflected in the river like a transparent ribbon inlaid with agate. The reflection of the moon rippled with the waves caused by the small boat. After being shattered, it gathered together again.
"You are right not to come to me during the day." Dadatis suddenly said from the stern, "Recently, it is not safe outside. It is better for us to reduce unnecessary meetings, especially in front of outsiders. You have to remember to pretend that you don't know me."
"Huh?"
"Do you remember the enemy of the Balance Blade that I told you about before?"
"Oh, the traitor who joined forces with Octavian two hundred years ago? I remember you said that he formed an assassin organization with a similar structure to the Balance Blade. It specializes in dealing with the Balance Blade. "
"Yes, its name is the Hound," Dadatis said. "Over the past two hundred years, we have fought many times, whether openly or secretly. But about sixty years ago, our people once severely injured the Hound and successfully assassinated most of its core members."
"So, your people did a good job. What happened next?"
"After that, the few survivors of the Hound disappeared. They did not appear for a long time. It was not until about half a year ago that we found traces of the Hound."
"Do you think they are coming back?" Zhang Heng asked.
"They are not coming back. They are already back." Dadatis looked serious. "We just received news that a core member was assassinated while investigating a suspected Hound target in Britannia. Unfortunately, he died, and we have no clues about the murderer."
"Was it made by a hound?"
"We don't know yet, but we can't think of any other possibilities other than Hound. The assassin who was killed is codenamed Blackfish. He might not be the strongest assassin in the organization, but he's definitely one of the most cautious. Moreover, he was born in Britannia, so he can be considered the local tyrant there. Apart from the organization's power, he also has many personal friends there, so his death has deeply shocked the other members of the organization."
"You are worried about this matter." Zhang Heng looked into the old trainer's eyes.
"Yes, the reappearance of the Hounds shows that the survivors of the war sixty years ago have not given up on revenge. Instead, they have been accumulating their strength in secret. They have been preparing for such a long time. When they show up again, it's definitely not as simple as killing one or two people. This probably means that a new war is coming, a war between the Balance Blade and the Hounds."
Dadatis voiced out his concern, "Although the Balance Blade won the battle sixty years ago, we have been living a little too comfortably for the past sixty years. We don't know anything about the new hounds. However, our enemies must have been studying us. Once they decide to attack, they will definitely attack our vital parts." "That's right. That's right.
"But didn't you tell me that you are planning to retire?" Zhang Heng said, "In that case, it's better to retire early. Then, what happens later has nothing to do with you."
"Do I look like the kind of person who would run away?" The old trainer was dissatisfied when he heard what Zhang Heng said. "And you refuse to learn the way of balance from me. You can't just be interested in the combat part. You have to know that no matter what kind of combat skills you have, they are just a means. Our mission is to maintain the balance of everything in the world for Kreis. You need to keep this in mind at all times because it is what sets us apart from other assassins."
"Uh-huh," Zhang Heng responded casually.
Dadatis could not help but sigh again when he saw Zhang Heng's response. His student was good at everything. He could be called the perfect assassin. The only problem was that he could never accept the Balance Blade's beliefs. If it were before this, Dadatis would have thought that it did not matter if Zhang Heng took it slow. As long as Zhang Heng was willing to join the Balance Blade, he would eventually integrate with them.
But when he received the news of Hei Yu's death, Dadatis realized that he might not have that much time.
While the two were talking, the boat had drifted under an arch bridge. Dadatis retracted his thoughts, stretched out a hand, and knocked on the pier twice rhythmically. The next moment, a rope ladder fell from the bridge.
The old trainer gestured for Zhang Heng to climb the ladder, and Zhang Heng climbed the ladder to the bridge.
There was a carriage parked there, the black carriage was tightly wrapped.
"Don't think too much about it. This is a special time. The priestess is very important to the Balance Blade, so we need to ensure her safety as much as possible."
"I understand." Zhang Heng took the black blindfold and climbed into the carriage. Although it was a carriage, it was still very different from the carriages used in the future. It only had two wheels, and it was far less comfortable than the carriages used in the future. There were no doors or windows either. Zhang Heng climbed into the carriage through a small opening, and he felt like he was lying in a coffin.
Especially when Dadatis sealed the only small opening.
"I can only send you up to here. Someone will take you for the rest of the journey. Remember to show respect to the priestess when you see her. She hates people who disrespect Kreis the most."
"It's not difficult to guess." Zhang Heng snorted, feeling the narrowness and coldness around him.
Fortunately, the journey was not long. After about half an hour, they arrived at their destination. However, no one asked Zhang Heng to get out of the carriage. Instead, four slaves carried the carriage.
Zhang Heng counted silently in his heart. After about a hundred steps, he was put down again.
After that, there was no sound around him. The slaves seemed to have left, and Zhang Heng seemed to have been forgotten.
It was not until a quarter of an hour later that an emotionless voice as cold as marble rang in his ears. "You're quite patient. Aren't you afraid that I'll have someone throw you into the river?"
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