Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"???" Cassandra, whose sleep was interrupted, looked at Milin who suddenly appeared beside her bed in confusion.

"The conditions are good." Milin said, standing beside Cassandra's bed.

Having said that, Cassandra's bedroom was actually a plain mess.

A small room of about thirty square meters, a flat bed with a mosquito net hanging on it, some handmade wooden furniture, and some oddly shaped small pieces.

The only decorations were a Spartan buckler hanging on the wall and a broken spear.

The overall style of the bedroom seems completely inconsistent with Cassandra's identity as a Greek demigod and guardian of the world.

But if you take a closer look, you can see that the materials used in these wooden furniture, which look simple and have functions that can be easily understood at a glance, are very precious.

The strange-shaped handle, the Spartan buckler and the broken spear are all bloody artifacts of Eden that can be robbed by a group of people on the earth of Assassin's Creed.

This can be regarded as low-key luxury in a sense... Although the so-called Eden artifacts are just daily necessities for Isu descendants like Cassandra.

And even a demigod can't resist the harassment of mosquitoes? Sure enough, mosquitoes are the bad civilization.

"What are you doing here?" Cassandra asked a little strangely as she sat up from the bed and put on her coat.

Although she wanted to ask more about how Milin sneaked into her bedroom silently, she still didn't ask.

Because it was useless to ask, Kassandra felt that Milin would not tell her about his ability to keep things under control.

Kassandra did not ask what kind of ability Milin used to sneak into her bedroom, but she only raised the threat of Milin to a great extent in her heart.

With such a close distance and such a secret ability, if Milin was hostile or even murderous, it would be enough for Kassandra to have a good meal.

Although Cassandra has a lot of Eden artifacts that specialize in life-saving, she also knows that Milin's various trump cards are no less than hers.

However, to Cassandra's surprise, Milin did not avoid the method he used to sneak in and said:

"I remember that in order to pay Marcos back the money, I had to practice my infiltration skills."

"??" Kassandra showed an expression of surprise and confusion, because the thing Milin described in the first person should be something she had experienced, and it was a small thing she experienced when she was unknown.

It was also because of this "little thing" that Cassandra walked out of Kefalonia Island and began her magnificent life.

"Are you a member of the Divine Religion?" After a brief period of doubt, Cassandra found a reason that could explain why Milin knew his life so well.

Only believers of the divine religion, which are almost omnipresent in the Greek world, understand Cassandra's life so well.

"...If I were a member of the Divine Cult, would I dare to stand in front of you like this?" Milin couldn't help but smile a little as Cassandra regarded herself as a member of the Divine Cult.

You must know that the cult, which can be considered a giant in the Greek world, was almost wiped out by Cassandra alone.

Milin still remembers that when he was in his second week, he didn't do any tasks after leaving the island, and just went around killing people from the God Cult according to his memory.

In the end, they were almost all killed, and when the mission reached the religious gathering, there were still a lot of religious believers present.

"...So you came here at night just to arouse my suspicion?" Kassandra didn't believe Milin's words too much, but she didn't care too much about it.

In any case, the intersection between the divine religion and her is only an insignificant part of thousands of years.

"I just came here to ask you for a drink." Milin said while taking out a bag of fried soybeans that go well with alcohol from the storage space.

"???" Kassandra only thought that there was something wrong with Milin's brain. Could he wake someone up so late at night and then ask for a drink?

Cassandra, who originally thought that Milin was a member of the divine religion, felt that she was overthinking it. Although Milin's various behaviors seemed no different from those of the divine religion in the Greek world, the people of those divine religions were fanatical. It's crazy, but it's much more normal than Mirin's thinking.

Kassandra wondered if Milin and Gotham City's Joker had something in common.

Although she was complaining in her heart, Cassandra still bent down and took out two full wine bags from under her flat bed, threw one to Milin, and kept one for herself.

From the behavior of putting the wine under his bed, it can be seen that Milin was not wrong in asking Cassandra for a drink.

Milin, who raised his hand to take the wine bag, unceremoniously pulled out the lid and drank a few big gulps.

Very authentic wine, not high in alcohol but tastes really good.

Valley

Speaking of which, Cassandra couldn't have stepped on it herself, right?

But before Milin could begin to reminisce about this bag of wine, which might have been stepped on by the Greek demigod Cassandra herself, he glanced at the wine bag in his hand with a slightly doubtful look.

The wine bag that theoretically should have consumed at least one-third of its contents after just a few big sips is still full, as if there is endless wine inside.

"Bacchus' little baby, I think it's good so I accepted it."

"Awesome." Milin was a little amazed at the fact that anything Kassandra took out was a magical weapon, although in Cassandra's eyes, Milin had almost the same style.

"Just take it if you like it." Cassandra said politely.

"Thank you." Milin found a bench to sit down without any courtesy, and then drank endless wine with the fried soybeans he brought.

Cassandra, who was wearing a coat, also sat down in front of Milin, and drank some fried soybeans with Milin.

What is a pity is that neither Milin nor Cassandra has the concept of drunkenness.

Milin has nanorobots in his body that can degrade alcohol at any time, and Cassandra has the Hermes Staff, an artifact of Eden, to keep her body in peak condition.

Cassandra discovered this after drinking for a while and asked boredly:

"So you came to me so late at night just to beg for a drink?"

"Just find someone to talk to about something," Milin said.

"...Oh, do you need me to change into a nun's uniform?" Cassandra said with her legs crossed.

"It's just a confession, not a confession." Milin rolled his eyes and said.

"Then go ahead and I'll listen," Cassandra said.

"I've already said it..." Milin said with a shrug.

"???" Kassandra, who failed to manage her expression, said with a look on her face like "Are you kidding me?" "Then let me guess, could it be that you encountered a fire in the backyard?"

"Maraka, when did you have such a rich imagination?" Milin said with a wink.

"Emperors like you often encounter things like this, not to mention those people in your backyard don't have fuel-efficient lamps."

In Cassandra's eyes, the last Emperor Constantine, Ella, should be regarded as the most harmless person in Milin's backyard.

"I'm not the emperor yet, and I won't become the emperor," Milin said.

"Napoleon said so too," Cassandra said immediately.

"Why is that dwarf Napoleon involved again?" Milin asked strangely.

"You will build Les Invalides, and you will definitely not imitate Louis XIV." Cassandra said: "And Napoleon is not short, but he is indeed not as tall as you."

"So you think my style is that no one can crown me and only I am qualified to crown myself?" Milin asked.

"Isn't it?" Cassandra asked.

"It's far from it. It's not that no one can crown me, but I don't need this crowning." Milin shook his head and continued: "But you guessed half of it right. It was indeed a fire in the backyard, not what you thought. Fire."

"Then let's talk about it?" Cassandra did not continue the expression management master, but asked curiously.

"The specifics are quite complicated. To put it simply, it is related to the fate of countless worlds, at least the future fate of our current world." Milin said.

"If you say it, you haven't said it." Kassandra said unsatisfied, because even if Milin didn't encounter any backyard fires, his actions had already affected the fate of the world to a great extent.

"I would like to borrow your animus equipment." Milin said to Cassandra without explanation.

"So this is your real purpose?" Kassandra, who did not continue to worry about what Milin encountered, said with a sure expression: "Are you using it yourself?"

"Yeah" Milin nodded, picked up a fried soybean and threw it into his mouth.

"crunch"