Chapter 430: The ancient city of Assyrian, the Assassin Saint
After Christmas, Yeats rushed to the Assyrian region along the Euphrates River according to the scheduled itinerary.
From the location, the Assyrian region is located in the southeast of the empire, close to the western part of Asia. Yeats plans to first use the teleportation technique of the Snow Owl to arrive in the empire, and then use the flight technique to go to the Assyrian city "Irimu".
"The legend of the oldest hero king is circulating in the Assyrian region."
Mammon tells: "The oldest hero, Gilgamesh, was hated by the goddess because he refused the courtship of the Venus goddess Ishtar. The goddess released the bull of heaven and killed his best friend Enchidu... Gilgamesh wanted to seek the immortal elixir to resurrect his best friend, but the immortal elixir was accidentally eaten by a snake, which made him understand that people cannot be resurrected by death, and eventually became the wise king of ancient Assyria."
The Gilgamesh you mentioned...will he release the Star of Death?
Ye Zhi rubbed her chin and thought, "I don't know what the bull of heaven tastes."
"These goddesses are so petty. If they are rejected by mortals, they will send their magic pets to harm people!" Zhuanya complained. "That's right, it's not like me. Even if Yeats refuses, he will only wish him happiness~" Daisy smiled sweetly with her cheeks.
Yeats' forehead jumped. "Enough... Go on the road quickly!"
Two days later.
Yeats has arrived at the city of Irimu in the Assyrian region as planned.
The Euphrates River, with a golden color, flows past the ochre red city walls. The obelisks standing outside the city are carved with cuneiform runes. The tadpole-shaped magical characters are completely different from the Lun runes.
Yeats disguised as a businessman and successfully entered this exotic city. The camel bells of the caravan camels walked past the bronze bricks with the salty smell of wind and sand. The veiled woman was wearing alabaster jars on her head, and the market was filled with the aroma of herbs and laurel.
Looking further into the distance, the wreckage of a giant tower of sky-raising stood alone at the end of the horizon, like a giant Titan god in prison.
The broken top of the tower still thorns towards the sandy yellow sky, and the spire of the tower was wrapped with chains woven by dark red spells. The chains seemed to be still flowing and rotating. "That's the wreckage of the Tower of Babel." Daisy's emotion sounded in Yeats' ears as she looked up.
"Humans intend to cast a tower that leads to heaven, but was furious from God, and they directly descended to thunder and destroyed the tower..."
"Now, in the wreckage of the tower bound by chains, the ancient sinners and their descendants are sealed."
"Because of endless darkness and hatred, they have become no longer like humans. I hope you are farther away from that tower, Yeats." Daisy whispered, "not because of danger, but because... it is not interesting."
Yeats thoughtful.
The Tower of Babel, the mythical tower of sky, turned into ruins overnight because it violated God's majesty.
Looking up at the still majestic remains, Yeats inexplicably respected the ancient remnants imprisoned in that ruin... They had accomplished the feat of being comparable to the gods, and even the Creator would be afraid of it.
This spirit of constantly exploring a higher world is the reason why human civilization continues to move forward. "Wait until later, let's go directly to the maze!" said Zhuanya, "Hurry up and get the matter done and use the Minotaur's beef tongue to make a big meal!" "Wait first, I plan to go to the local divination street first..."
Divine magic is quite popular in Assyrian region.
Local old women often do divination by observing the traces of animals' internal organs and even observing the traces of coffee grounds.
In the city of "Yilimu", you can see several young men wearing veils and walking in a hurry. Yeats noticed the extraordinary aura on the other party. After a little attention, he found that these people were good at stealth, most of whom were members of the Assassin Alliance. "The ritual vessel of laziness, the invisibility cloak is hidden in the tower of the Assassin Alliance. Maybe I can wear a layer of vest, sneak into these Assassin, and secretly take the invisibility cloak..."
As thinking, Yeats strolled in the city.
Unknown to me, I had arrived at the entrance of a quiet street.
Yeats had a faint impression that he could find a prophetic old woman here, which could provide key clues for hunting the Minutes.
At the corner of the alley, a divination map transformed from a temple curtain hung outside a mud brick house, and two oil lamps on both sides of the door were glowing a dark blue light.
At the door, the old woman wearing a lapis lazuli veil was grinding a stone mortar, suddenly raised her gaze and stared at Yeats' back who was about to leave.
The old woman murmured hoarsely:
"When the moon rails overlap, the heroes who travel far will pass by the entrance of the maze... I saw Crete Timaunos awaken from the depths of the maze that sucked the brass fog... The weak woman filled the eyes of the three hundred bulls with her flesh and blood..."
After reciting the obscure prophecy, the old woman became like a sculpture again, continuing to stick with herbal medicine, as if the changes in the outside world had nothing to do with her.
This sentence was keenly captured by Yeats, and he moved his heart and said to himself:
"It seems that she is the fortune teller who appeared in the plot."
"Crete Timaunos? It turns out that he is the ancestor of the Taurus in the plot, and he may appear in the maze!"
"It just so happens, use it to test the quality of my crazy armor!"
Minotauros Crete Timaunos is the first monster that appeared in the Miotauros maze, and is also the deformed monster born with the Cretan bull.
The "Taurus plot" in later ACG culture can also be found in this story passed down from Greek mythology.
This Cretan bull is also very famous. It is an epic monster that can spit out fire. He appeared in the Twelve Trials of Hercules.
Its descendant, Mino Taurus, was a man-eating beast, and it also became a symbol of lewdness in the later Catholic missionary process. "The ancestor of the Taurus, they are all creatures that lived in the old era, the same era as Hydra Hydra... Even it is about to wake up. It seems that it is indeed an era of myth revival."
Yeats' eyes flashed, his heart was full of justice, and the soul of the pure love God of War was burning.
"I am irreconcilable with the Taurus, and I swear to kill this cow and eliminate the harm for the people!"
"Go to the maze directly? Or take the reward order before going!" Mamen suggested, "Although the reward is not worth much, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat!"
"The reward order should be posted in the Amber Tavern in the city."
Yeats' eyes appeared before the suspicious Assassin Alliance members who had just looked at it, decided to go to the tavern first, collect information before leaving.
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Irimu City, Amber Tavern.
The copper lamp casts a halo between the beams and columns of the tavern, and the camel tapestries on the wall are soaked with wine stains and grease from barbecue. There was noisy and noisy in the tavern, and the caravans traveling south and north meet with the mercenary team here, and the bards played the scoundrel with poor sound quality.
Yez picked a corner and sat down. From this perspective, you could just observe the group of assassin teams that were suspicious and deliberately disguised.
They sat on the second floor, with two people in total, one of whom lacked an ear and the other in a dressed as a man.
Although it was well disguised, it could not be hidden from Yeats's eyes... Judging from the number of winding circles wrapped in the breast, this woman in men's clothing was a file-level flat plate.
It's regrettable.
Yeats decided to name the two assassins by "One Ear" and "Sister File".
Immediately, Yeats ordered the dwarf waiter to serve some local specialties. "Okay, sir, our blood ale, snake nest barbecue, date cheese and medicine-boiled sand lizard are all first-class delicious!" The green-skinned dwarf piled with flattering smiles, and the folds on his face were squeezed together. He stared at Yeats's robe made of silk, rubbing his hands and said:
"Please wait. I'll let our chef Yalong here cook it yourself! The taste is guaranteed to be authentic!"
Yez gave a few copper coins casually, and asked the dwarf to ask the chef to pay more attention and don't add any lizard saliva as seasoning to the dish.
The dwarf's eyes seemed to be radiating, and he was grateful, even claiming that he bent down and retreated.
At the same time.
Several malicious eyes cast at Yeats' table.
The tavern is mixed with fish and dragons, and there are many adventurers and mercenaries. However, when he noticed Yeats's house emblem slapped on the table, he immediately withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
Honeyhorn flowers!
Although I don’t know where this businessman got the honeysuckle family emblem.
But the influence of this emblem is by no means a few local mercenary groups are qualified to think about it!
The Assyrian region was conquered by nomadic people hundreds of years ago. Later, the empire sent troops to expel the nomadic people, and the Assyrian Kingdom gradually became a vassal of the Divine Court Empire.
The "Spear of the Lord" Hastings and the winged cavalry team he led in the Empire had fought in the Assyrian Kingdom to fear nomadic cavalry, and the Assyrian people also regarded Hastings as a hero.
But such a person kneeled down at the Roland Athletic Conference to Yeats Berlanti of the Honeysuckle Family, and lost with confidence!
At this point, the prestige of the Honeysuckle Duke, by Hastings as a stepping stone, rose in the Assyrian Kingdom, and the family emblem of his family naturally worked in Assyrian.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
In this way, Yeats enjoyed the grand meal given by his waiter as if no one was watching, in front of a few doubtful, jealous and awe-inspiring eyes.
The faith of Baccarat is very popular in the Assyrian kingdom and can be polite to the faith of the God of Love.
Blood ale is a unique drink made by the believers of the Baccarat. It uses blood grapes and Baccarat. It tastes similar to the mixture of wine and barley wine, with a large amount of bubbles. After drinking it, you can get the blessing of the Baccarat power. It holds weapons more stable and is loved by mercenaries and adventurers.
Snake nest barbecue, taken from the blind-bellied sand snake in the rock cracks around the maze, removes the poisoned nest, skewers on iron marks to cook, and then drizzle them with honey. It is worth a silver coin, which is considered the signature of the Amber Tavern.
Date palm cheese and medicine-boiled sand lizard are all delicacies that mercenaries are reluctant to enjoy on weekdays. Yeats is feasting alone at this moment, not knowing how much savings they should have on their bodies, which made the mercenaries present jealous.
But due to the bright house emblem placed on the table, the reckless mercenaries became calm and drank the inferior wheat wine dryly, and couldn't help but glance at Yeats' table.
A man with a nose snout muttered in a low voice: "Damn, this guy eats better than us."
"Puff..." A dwarf sprayed half a bottle of wheat wine, "I'm eating, can you talk?"
"What, want to fight?" The man said with his eyes slanted.
"Come on, just hit it!"
The noisy duel in the tavern is a repertoire, and it is necessary to play it. The guests around have long been accustomed to it, and they bet with laughter while giving up their seats.
The second floor of the tavern.
The man with a cloak covered with rag fragments was cutting the dates with a dagger, and his injured left ear curled up like a baby's finger.
Stretching his tongue and licking the juice of the date palm on the blade of the dagger. After confirming that it is not poisonous, the man handed the date palm to the black-robed assassin in front of him, with a hint of flattery in his low voice:
"Saint..."
A sharp gaze came over.
The black robe is wrapped in a thin body, and the silver needles on the suede wrist guards are shining. The assassin called the saint uses carbonite to draw sharp eyeliners as sharp as swords. Ink eyeshadows deliberately blackened set off the bright eyes of the night.
"One ear" whispered in a low voice, changing his name: "Sir Grey Harrier, taste the dates here, it tastes great."
"Keep hungry helps to think, Matio." Grey Harrier said coldly.
Matteo thought, but you are already hungry and you don’t even need to wrap your chest.
Of course, as soon as he said this, he was killed. Matteo had to silently send the dates into his mouth and said hoarsely:
"Sir Grey Harrier, the merchant sitting in the corner downstairs has been looking at us, so you need to be careful."
Grey Harrier glanced at Yeats in the direction and whispered: "It's just a low-ringer... Oh? He actually has the family emblem of the Duke of Honeysuckle? No wonder he dared to act swagger."
Seeing Yeats's low strength, the Saint of the Assassin Alliance ignored it and turned the topic to the Duke of Honeysuckle.
Matteo frowned slightly: "Duke of Honeysuckle...I can't imagine that he can defeat Hastings. I believe that he has become a powerful person in the Holy Land."
"This kind of person no longer needs us to comment on, do our part. "
Grey Harrier said coldly: "The task of recycling the Crete Cowl Horn Cup is only for success, and failing in the maze... and death is only for you and me."
"Legendary Crete Cowl Horn Cup is a utensil of the God of Baccarat. After drinking it, it can make the manpower infinite and be occupied by the Minotaus monster in the maze. As long as the Minotaus monster is successfully assassinated, it will be of great benefit to the development of our sect in the Assyrian kingdom." Gray Harrier once again emphasized the key point.
"I see that the reward orders in the Kingdom have been issued for some time. Lord Gray Harrier, otherwise we will follow it directly?"
"Wait a little longer, we are too swaying to the market. This time it is best to take a secret action. When someone receives the reward order, we can go with you together!"
Dingling--
The bells in the tavern ring.
A woman in a pomegranate skirt, snow-white neck and a black cloak walked into the tavern.
Several hot eyes fell on her.
Yeats's heart moved and thought that this should be the priestess who appeared in the plot.
Inanna Ninurtta.
She was from a poor family. When she was a child, she was sold to a brothel by her father. Later, she redeemed herself and became the priestess in the Temple of the God of Love. Because the God of Love also has the side of being a patron saint of prostitutes, the believers in the temple are not dissatisfied with Inanna's humble origin.
She had a friend in a brothel who entrusted her daughter before she died, hoping that Inanna could raise her daughter to adulthood. Inanna regards her as her own, but the girl died under the maze monster.
Inanna then decided to die with the monster in the maze... and rely on the blessing she received from the goddess of the temple.
That blessing is a necklace with the power to confuse people's hearts. The human beings wearing this necklace can become the most beautiful opposite sex in the other party's eyes. It is essentially a "lustful ritual instrument". "Save her life and recycle this ritual vessel by the way. This is very reasonable..." Ye Zhi thought to himself.
The subsequent plot development was exactly the same as Yeats expected. Inanna took over the list on the relief notice board of the Baccarat in full view of everyone, which caused a burst of laughter in the tavern, and there were many people who spoke dirty words.
Inanna didn't say much, but just silently put the reward order and left the tavern.
The second floor of the tavern, "One ear" looked at the thin figure inquiry: "Saint... Oh no, Lord Gray Harrier..."
"Left ear in and right ear out? No, you don't have a right ear!" Grey Harrier glared at Matteo and said, "Come on!"
Yeats also saw these two members of the Assassin Alliance leaving the tavern.
"Saint of the Assassin League?"
Yeats was thinking. "It seems that you can get two ritual instruments at one time this time!"
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(This chapter ends)