He didn't look up, at least not at first. Only the tall, bearded man standing patiently to his right, arms folded, looked at us, as calm as the statue in the courtyard, ten times more indifferent.

"Captain Torres, Mr. Duncan Walpole and his deputy have arrived..."

After hearing this, he put down the letter and stood up.

He frowned, looked at"Duncan Walpole", and then said in a deep voice. Said:"You should have arrived a week ago"

"Sorry, Mr. Governor, my ship was attacked by pirates. Even though we traveled day and night, we barely arrived in Havana yesterday."

"What a misfortune... Please forgive me for being abrupt, but the things you promised me were not stolen by pirates, right?"

"certainly! It's in my hand."

After that, Edward took out a letter and a transparent square glass Rubik's Cube from the small bag that Duncan Walpole took.

Leon, who was waiting outside, couldn't help but fall on the letter.

He knew very well that within the letter, there was a map, which marked multiple Assassin strongholds in the West Indies! It could be said that this was the surrender letter of Duncan Walpole, the Assassin traitor.

At this time, the ancestor obviously did not He understands what the strongholds marked on the map represent, and does not understand the grudges between the Templars and the Assassin Brotherhood.

In his eyes, there is only the desire and pursuit of money and honor.

Therefore, this is why even though he knows the counterfeit It would be very dangerous if the other party's identity was discovered, but the reason why he still came here.

He only knew these things, which might allow him to get generous financial rewards...

After getting what he wanted, Torres suddenly relaxed his brows , shook hands with Edward:

"It is an honor to meet you at last, Mr. Walpole. On behalf of the Knights Templar, I sincerely welcome you."

"Come on, gentlemen, we have a lot to talk about…"

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Arriving in a certain room in the mansion, Torres's face looked particularly sacred under the sunlight shining through the window.

He spread his arms and stood in front of the four people. His old and hoarse voice sounded out:"Finally, they have gathered. Among this group composed of different countries, there are the English, the French, the Isibani." Aya people...most of you are miserable people living in a corrupt empire."

"But now you are all Templars, the pioneers who guide the people of this world. Now, line up in line and hold out your right hands."

After a long line of dialogue, the joy in the room instantly turned to solemnity. They all put down their wine glasses. The Templar Knights' induction ceremony officially began under the auspices of the Grand Master Torres:"Keep in mind our goals. , leading all the turbulent souls until they embark on the path of tranquility"

"Lead all the agitating desires until the heated blood cools down"

"Lead all floating wills and change them into stable and calm thoughts"

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Every time he said a word, Torres would take out a beautiful silver ring representing the Templar Knights from a wooden box held in his hand, and personally put it on the right ring finger of the four people including the ancestors.

The ring looked exactly like the one worn by Benjamin Pritchard, captain of the East India Company and the hooded fellow who led the burning of my father's farm.

And they all warned Edward that there was some huge and terrible force in the world. Suddenly, no matter what feud these people had with the Assassins, the Ancestors would side with the Assassins.

Torres straightened his back:"By the light of the Father of Knowledge, let us get to work," he said:"Decades ago, the Congress gave me a task: to find a long-lost place in the West Indies. place, what our forefathers called the 'observatory'. Look at this……"

He spread out the documents in his backpack on the table in front of him - the shark had put them there beforehand.

"Look at these pictures and take them to heart,"

Torres added."These tell a very old and important story. I spent twenty years trying to find the observatory. According to rumors, a tool with amazing power and functionality is stored in that place. Let's put it this way, it's an armillary sphere. That device would give us the ability to locate and monitor everyone in the world, no matter where they are

"Imagine what it means to have that kind of power. With it, there are no secrets between people. No lies, no deception. There is only justice, pure justice. This is the treasure of the observatory and we must make it our own"

"Do we know its location? Rogers asked

"Soon enough," Torres replied,"because the only one who knows is in our hands. His name is Roberts. once called 'sage'’"

Ducasse chuckled mockingly."The last time anyone saw a real sage was forty-five years ago. Are you sure this one is real?"

"We believe he is."Torres replied

"The Assassins will come for him."Rogers said.

Edward looked at the documents spread out in front of us. It seemed to depict a scene of an ancient people building a house-probably building an observatory. Slaves broke rocks and carried huge stone slabs. They It looks human, but not the same.

One thing Lyon is sure of - the ancestors have a plan in mind. The Observatory means a lot to these Templars. How valuable is it? Or rather, it means to me. How valuable was my plan to avenge them - to avenge the destruction of my childhood home at their hands?

The little crystal cube was still on the table. Edward was just like him at Cape Buena Vista. Looking at it carefully like that. At this time, Leon outside saw Torres reaching out and picking it up, while answering Rogers' question.

"The Assassin organization will indeed come to trouble us, but thanks to Duncan and the news he brought, those assassins are gone. When you meet those sages tomorrow, everything will be revealed. But before that, let's have a drink."

Torres pointed to a wine table. When they turned around, Edward reached for the documents and put one of the manuscripts into his pocket - the one with the observatory.

Edward had just hidden it. Good manuscript, Torres turned around and handed the wine glasses to us one after another.

"Let us seek the Observatory together, for with its power kings will fall, monks will bow, and all the minds and hearts of the world will be ours."

When Torres promised that he would pay the reward for this"betrayal" as promised when the Spanish treasure fleet arrives in Havana tomorrow, Edward left the Governor's Palace with satisfaction.

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