Chapter 633: Do You Know Who Altair Is?
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
While the elves talked among themselves, Commander Elven, who stood first in line, paid and took out an exquisite coffee mug from the cabinet next to the counter.
The rich milk fragrance mingled with coffee aroma perated the air.
“Sniff!” In the new shop in Canglan City, the elves sitting on the sofa sniffed forcefully.
“What’s it?”
“Ugh? How co it slls so good?!” The elves sitting on the couches with disdain on their faces looked over.
The elf who brought fruits with him also looked over in puzzlent, pausing in his act of biting into his fruit.
Soon, they saw Sala and other elves walking over, each holding a mug of Cappuccino.
The mbers of Golden Griffin Knight Legion each had one mug of Cappuccino as well.
The rich aroma of milk and coffee filled the whole shop.
The elf eating fruit inhaled deeply twice.
The elf nad Ginz in the Elder Guard Team was at a loss for words.
Lance, the captain of Snow Pigeon Team, also sat down with a mug of Cappuccino and casually sipped with enjoynt.
The soft milky flavor lted on their tongues, and the bitter taste of coffee turned into the rich and lingering aftertaste. “Ahh...”
They almost scread at the great taste!
How co it tastes so good?
“??!!” Seeing their intoxicated expressions, the other elves who hadn’t drank it yet swallowed their saliva silently. “Um... Hahahaha! This slls so good! Should we try it too?”
“What’s this?! Cheese?! How co there’s a floral pattern on it?” Elder Sewell’s beautiful big eyes stared at Sala’s coffee and saw the image of a small black cat on the top.
Isn’t it a beverage?! How co it looks so cute?
Imdiately, they each bought one mug and began sipping with great enjoynt. “Ah! It slls so good!”
...
While the elves, knights, and assassins enjoyed their beautiful morning, so people were not so lucky.
At this mont, Luther sat in the underground prison in Grey Eagle City with a ferocious expression on his face.
His face was distorted in a fury.
These damn assassins! If not for these people, I wouldn’t have been moved to this place! As an ambassador of the Radiant Light Godly Nation, I was actually sent to this desolate place to do the investigation, which will indefinitely postpone my own work!
He couldn’t bear it.
Before him was the assassins who they had captured earlier.
Covered in wounds, so of them seed to have passed out.
“Mr. Luther!” A knight hurried in. “I’ve got so clues!”
“Ugh?” Luther’s small eyes rolled and turned to him as he asked, “What clues?”
The knight quickly whispered sothing to him.
“We found that Altair seems to be these assassins’ pioneer. They follow the creed of ‘nothing is true, everything is permitted’”
Soon, the knight told him every detail that had been found out. “My n overheard these from the conversations among the assassins; I think most of the information is true.”
Luther nodded and then gestured to one guard. “Wake him up.”
Nodding, the guard woke the prisoner up with a bucket of cold water.
The assassin opened his eyes slowly and saw a fat guy leaning over to him and asking, “Who is Altair?”
“Um... I don’t know.” He shook his head repeatedly.
“Ahh-!” He scread when the whip lashed on him.
“I ask again; who is Altair?” Luther’s voice was colder.
“Ah! I don’t know who Altair is!” The assassin scread when another lash landed on him viciously.
“You don’t know?! I will tell you the consequences of you not knowing?!”
More screams rose. A long while later, Luther asked again coldly, “Do you know Altair?”
“I... do.”
“Who is he?” Pleased, Luther leaned over him imdiately and asked.
“Um...” The assassin was stupefied. “I really don’t know about this!”
“Whip him! You don’t know the great ntor and pioneer of you assassins? Are you an assassin or not? Are you kidding ?! Whip him harder!”
“Ahh-!” More shrill screams ca from the cell.
– Three minutes later –
“Do you know who Altair is?” Luther looked even colder.
“I...do!”
“Who is he?!”
“He’s the great ntor and pioneer of our assassins!” The assassin yelled.
“Humph! It seems like you know him!” Luther sneered. “You dare to play tricks on and play dumb? Now I ask you – do you know who Ezio is?”
“I don’t know...” The assassin looked baffled.
“Ah-!” He scread when another lash landed on him.
“You are telling that you don’t know the master assassin, the great Eagle of Florence?!” Luther roared in fury, “Whip him!”
– Three minutes later –
“Do you know who Ezio is?”
“I... I do!” The assassin howled imdiately.
“Tell !”
“He’s our master assassin and the great Eagle of Florence!” the assassin howled imdiately as if he was scared of being slow.
“Then, tell about their plans!”
“This... I really don’t know... Ahh–!”
“Hit him! Beat him hard!”
– Ten minutes later –
“Ahh-! I’ll tell you everything!
“Altair is our great assassin ntor and the pioneer of assassins! He changed the code of conduct for assassins in every respect and understood the real assassin’s creed...”
“Ezio is the great Eagle of Florence and a master assassin! It was him who reassembled the Brotherhood and understood the true aning of ‘nothing is true, everything is permitted’...”
He was fluent with his answer without being asked.
Greatly satisfied, Luther nodded and said with a cold smile, “See? You know everything... Now, tell ...”
“I...”
“!!??” These are the things that you told ; what else can I tell you?!
The assassin’s face turned ashen, and he passed out.
“Mr. Luther, he passed out...”
“If I continue beating him, would he...” The knight was afraid that they couldn’t get anything useful if they beat the prisoner to death.
“I’ll interrogate that one!” Luther pointed at another assassin.
After waking him up with cold water, Luther glared at him with a distorted expression as he asked, “Do you know who Altair is?!”
“I...”
“???”
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