Chapter 614: Sensation Throughout the Venue

"These assassins...?!" Watching this, a faint realization suddenly dawned within Evan's heart—it was not that they could not accept assassins, but rather, they could not accept the kind of filthy, despicable assassins found in common rumors.

What they could not accept were those lawless killers, forever associated with death and all manner of sordid affairs.

Inside the tavern, Irina suddenly covered her mouth, her face washing over with utter disbelief.

She stared fixedly at the magical projection before her.

Except for a true assassin, no one could genuinely understand this feeling.

"Rise, assassins." The assassin before them stood upon a high peak, gazing out at the distant, snowy landscape.

"If you respect life and liberty, heed our call, and fight alongside us in this chaotic era." The eagle before their eyes soared into the distance, its long, piercing cry echoing through the nine heavens!

At that moment, the few assassins who happened to be watching in the tavern could not help but stand up, their fists clenched tightly.

"Oh! Magnificent!" Even a few elves could not help but reveal looks of profound shock; life and liberty—were these not the very things they revered?

By now, the music began to swell with surging passion, and the white-robed assassins before them maintained a constant, leisurely composure and elegance, their enemies falling one by one beneath their superb mastery of combat and slaughter.

"Do not give up."

"Unite as one!"

The assassins before them snapped forth the hidden blades from their wrists.

"Beneath the hidden blade, all men are equal!"

"Oh! Brother, did you see that?" Haxin had grown up in the slums, and now he was an assassin, having also taken part in this assassination attempt.

But clearly, they had failed, and failed utterly.

He had even felt wretched for a time, just like the lowly, despicable rats everyone talked about.

Weak and powerless, yet always dreaming of things far beyond their reach.

He had once wandered through confusion, lost in the darkness.

Yet now, as he watched the magical projection before him, he felt as though a raging fire had suddenly ignited within his heart.

So an assassin could actually possess such a glorious splendor!

In this very moment, a voice seemed to cry out from the depths of their souls.

Meanwhile, to Evan, the commander of the Golden Gryphon Knights: "Oh, if assassins were all as disciplined as this, how much trouble would it save us?"

The elves, who yearned for freedom, were also lost in a daze.

They saw a sentiment in these assassins that they had never imagined could exist within such men—it was neither wretchedness nor lowliness, but a form of pride, a sense of honor, the pride of an assassin!

They had never thought that assassins could possess such emotions.

Yet at this moment, these freedom-loving elves could not help but feel a shared sense of pride for them, especially whenever they leaped downward like birds.

What these assassins pursued was the exact same thing they, as elves, sought after.

Sera even felt a sudden impulse brewing in her heart to join these assassins.

"This is simply unbelievable...!"

"Once this 'Assassin's Creed' is released, I absolutely must try it!" She clenched her hands, resolving quietly in her heart.

"Where is that little shop?!" It was only long after the entire magical projection had concluded that Irina suddenly snapped back to reality.

In truth, she had been quite worried that her identity as an assassin might be exposed because of this.

But at that moment, she suddenly realized that almost every mercenary and mage in the shop, regardless of their strength or rank, had stood up: "Is this 'Assassin's Creed'? Is this what an assassin is?"

Whether it was a prank or something else, they no longer cared to find out who had set up this magical projection.

In fact, most of them had indeed never seen a real assassin, believing in their minds that all assassins were of an objectionable sort, but now, at this very moment, the image of the assassin in their hearts was completely overturned.

In the past, the image representing an assassin in their minds might have been a filthy rat, but now, these elegant, mysterious assassins before them, endowed with superb combat skills... might well be pure white eagles!

"I want to try this 'Assassin's Creed', please tell me where I can find it!" a short, lean mercenary spoke up impatiently.

He served as a scout in his squad, and he believed that such a mystical realm would surely be of help to him.

"Please be sure to tell me as well!" A mage stood up, only to see a crowd of people turn their heads, wondering why a mage was joining in on the commotion.

"Of course, I am not an assassin," he scratched his head in slight embarrassment, "I just want to understand what kind of people they truly are."

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

Human nature was prone to the herd mentality, and with their hearts already stirred, a great many people immediately began to follow suit, until the clamor shook the room like thunder.

"..."

Irina and all the assassins present stared blankly at the scene unfolding before them.

When had they ever witnessed such a display? In the past, seeing such a commotion would have caused them to flee instantly, for these people would surely be looking for trouble.

But now, they had never expected that there would be people willing to proactively understand assassins.

And the perpetrators of this event, the mercenary Crete and his companions, were also stunned; they had not anticipated that a single magical projection, revealing a mere fragment of "Assassin's Creed," would provoke such a massive reaction.

Yet they could indeed feel that profound shock, which seemed to be a cry for freedom rising from the very depths of the heart!

"Oh! So many people..." Crete suddenly cried out in surprise, "Quick, let's get back to the shop, watch out or there won't be enough seats!"

...

The Origin Internet Cafe.

Boss Fang was still sitting near the counter, playing Resident Evil.

There were not too many people in the shop, nor too few, maintaining a lukewarm state.

Suddenly, outside the shop, a dense, dark crowd of people surged inside.

"The owner? Where is the owner?"

Boss Fang even saw a red-haired girl rush in with reddened eyes, slamming her hands onto the counter: "Tell me where the owner is!"

"Right here, right here." Boss Fang logged out of his game at that moment and walked to the counter, "Getting on a computer?"

"I want to try that 'Assassin's Creed'!"

"I want to try 'Assassin's Creed' too!"

"Let me try it as well!"

"Me too!"

At this moment, the crowd inside the shop all looked at Boss Fang with incredibly expectant eyes.

Boss Fang waved his hand: "This 'Assassin's Creed' hasn't been released yet."

"..."

"Then when will it be released?!" Irina looked completely frantic, wishing she could leap forward, grab the owner, and force him to produce the game for her.

"This... probably this year." After all, Boss Fang did not recognize the assassin players standing before him.

"This year?!"

"Probably?!"

"What did you say?!"

Each voice rose higher in decibel than the last.

At this moment, even Thera, the peace-loving elf maiden, wanted nothing more than to rush forward and strangle the shopkeeper to death.