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Chapter 641: More Fun in the Game

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

In this prosperous city, people from different places thronged on the streets.

One could always hear news about the neighboring nations while being here.

"What's happening?" Seeing the godly palace knights all over the streets, one mercenary complained.

"Didn't you hear that the Judgement Godly Palace is searching and arresting assassins all over the world?" another mercenary whispered, "I wonder what the assassins did to them. Obviously, the assassins enraged the people of the godly palace."

"I heard that they were humiliated by an assassin in the Elf Clan; I wonder if that's true..." the mercenaries talked among themselves in low voices.

"It might be true..." another person surmised, "It's no wonder that they are making a big deal of it. I remember the Dulan Workshop once boasting about bringing their new mystical realm into the Elf Clan, but they no longer talk about it anymore."

Obviously, these mercenaries were not stupid and could figure out the rough edges of the whole situation from some clues.

"But I think... this is about it; they don't dare do anything outrageous here," a mercenary wearing dark brown leather armor glanced around and said.

"Our Morning Light Empire is a free nation that allows people to believe anything they want, which is why we don't see anything outrageous here. You can go and have a look in the neighboring nation. It's a nation that believes in the God of Judgement, and the whole nation is helping them capture the assassins. There's no hiding place for assassins in that nation! I heard that they had captured many assassins and planned to execute them together."

"More! I heard that those assassins captured during the assassination attempt of Luther in Grey Eagle City will be executed too."

At this moment, a few figures passed them, and they suddenly stopped.

Harrison clenched his fists, and his shoulder shivered slightly.

"Calm down! They want to lure us over!" Another assassin tightly grabbed onto him.

"I know..." Harrison roared hoarsely, "But they are our peers! Our brothers and sisters! Does the Brotherhood know about it?! They should fight for freedom instead of being hung on the godly palace's scaffold!"

The low-profiled, middle-aged assassin who had grown up in a slum lost his usual composure.

"We should let more peers know about free will and the master assassins. I think they will like this place as we do!" Harrison said, "We'll move in stealth and perform the leap of faith together; it doesn't matter even if we're discovered."

"During our free time, we can drink Cappuccino and talk about the stories in Assassin's Creed." He described his ideal life in a mild voice. Then, this middle-aged man's voice broke into a sob. "I want them to know that we're not lowly and filthy mice; I want them to know that being an assassin is a great profession! Do you know... I have plans for them..."

"They shouldn't be hung on the damn scaffold!"

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"Ugh? How come this shop is closed?" While they talked, the mercenaries passed a shop selling alchemy items and found that it had been shut down.

"Isn't this the Merlin Workshop's alchemy item shop? How come it's closed?" Obviously, this mercenary used to buy alchemy items from this shop. "What happened..."