Chapter 635: Do You Know Who "Altaïr" Is?

And even as these elves were whispering among themselves, they watched Commander Evan, who stood at the very front, hand over his payment and carry out an exquisite coffee cup from the adjacent pantry.

A rich, milky fragrance, intertwined with the aroma of coffee, instantly drifted out and scattered through the air.

"Sniff, sniff!" Inside the new shop in Canglan City.

Several elves who were sitting on the couch suddenly twitched their noses.

"What is that?"

"Eh? Why does it smell so good?!" A few elves, who had just been sitting on the couch with expressions of utter disdain, suddenly looked over.

The elf who had brought her own fruit also looked over in a daze, still frozen in the motion of eating.

Soon enough, Serra and a few other elves were seen walking back, each carrying a cup of cappuccino.

The Golden Gryphon Knights also had a cup of cappuccino in every hand.

The rich, mellow scent of milk and coffee drifted and lingered throughout the entire shop.

The fruit-eating elf took two sharp, deep breaths of the aroma.

The elf named Jinze from the Elder Guard: "..."

Lanthir, the captain of the Snow Dove Squad, also carried a cup of cappuccino, sitting down nearby and taking a leisurely sip.

The soft, delicate texture of the milk foam slowly melted in his mouth, interspersed with the bitterness of the coffee, before finally transforming into a rich, aromatic, and lingering aftertaste: "Ah..."

His inner self was practically screaming.

How could it taste this good!

"--!!" Watching the intoxicated expressions of those drinking nearby, the several elves who hadn't gotten a drink yet felt as if they were about to explode, silently swallowing their saliva, "Uh... Hahaha, this smells too good, how about... we try a cup?"

"What is this?! Is it cheese?! Why is there a flower on top?" Elder Xivi stared with her beautiful, wide eyes as Serra brought out another cup, only to see the pattern of a little black cat inside it.

Isn't this something to eat?! How can it be this cute?

Hurriedly, they each ordered a cup of cappuccino, drinking with faces full of intoxication: "Ah! It really is delicious!"

...

And at this moment, while the crowd of elves, knights, and assassins were enjoying this beautiful morning, there were some people who were clearly not so fortunate.

Deep within the underground dungeon of Grey Eagle City.

Luther sat imperiously before the prison cells like a warlord astride a horse, radiating an aggressive aura.

His face was twisted in a savage scowl.

These damned assassins, if it weren't for these fellows, how could he have been reassigned directly to a place like this?! As an ambassador of the Radiant Divine Kingdom, he had actually been dispatched to this godforsaken place to conduct an investigation, and his original work had been postponed indefinitely!

This was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

Right in front of him were precisely those assassins who had been captured earlier.

They were currently covered in wounds, and some appeared to have already lost consciousness.

"Lord Luther!" Just then, a knight hurried inside, "We have a lead!"

"Oh?" Within Luther's narrow eyes, his bead-like eyeballs rolled, "What lead?"

The knight hurriedly whispered a few words into his ear.

"We found out that 'Altair' seems to be the pioneer of these assassins, and they follow the creed of 'Nothing is true, everything is permitted'..."

Very quickly, the knight recounted the details he had uncovered: "This is what the men below overheard when eavesdropping on the assassins' conversations; it should be about seventy to eighty percent true."

Luther nodded, then waved his hand to a guard nearby: "Wake him up."

The guard nodded, and soon doused him awake with a bucket of cold water.

The assassin slowly opened his eyes, only to see a fat man leaning close: "Do you know who Altair is?"

"Uh... I don't know." His head shook like a spinning rattle.

"Ah--!" A miserable shriek rang out as a whip instantly lashed across his body.

"I'll ask one more time, do you know who 'Altair' is?" Luther's voice grew even colder.

"Ah, I really don't know who Altair is!" The assassin wailed miserably as another whip struck his body violently.

"You don't know?! I'll teach you not to know!"

A chorus of miserable screams echoed, and after a long while, Luther asked coldly once more: "Do you know who 'Altair' is?"

"I... I know."

"Who is he?" Luther's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly leaned in close to ask.

"Uh..." The assassin was dumbfounded, "This, I really don't know!"

"Beat him! Your great Assassin Mentor, your pioneer, and you don't even know him? Are you even an assassin? Are you playing me?! Beat him ruthlessly for me!"

"Ah--!" A sharp, piercing wail echoed out from the dungeon.

Three minutes later...

"Do you know who 'Altair' is or not?" Luther's expression grew increasingly frigid.

"I... I know!"

"Then who is he?!"

"He is our great Assassin Mentor, the pioneer!" the assassin shouted loudly.

"Hmph hmph! It seems you do know after all!" Luther sneered, "Trying to play tricks in front of me? Pretending not to know? Then let me ask you again, do you know who 'Ezio' is?"

"I don't know..." The assassin's face was completely blank with confusion.

"Ah--!" A miserable wail erupted on the spot as the whip lashed down again.

"Your great Eagle of Florence, the Master Assassin, and you tell me you don't know?!" Luther roared in a furious rage, "Keep beating him for me!"

Three minutes later...

"Do you know who 'Ezio' is?"

"I... I know--!" the assassin hurriedly wailed.

"Then tell me, who is he?"

"Our great Eagle of Florence, the Master Assassin!" the assassin wailed in a rush, as if terrified of being even a fraction of a second too slow.

"Then tell me now, what is their purpose?!"

"This... I really don't know, ahhh--!"

"Beat him! Beat him to death for me!"

Ten minutes later...

"Ah--! I'll speak, I'll say everything!"

"'Altair' is our great Assassin Mentor, the pioneer! He changed the assassins' code of conduct on every level, and he realized what the Assassin's Creed truly means..."

"'Ezio' is the great Eagle of Florence, the Master Assassin! It was he who revitalized the Brotherhood and realized the true meaning of 'Nothing is true, everything is permitted'..."

He rattled it off fluently, reciting it seamlessly without even needing to be prompted.

Nodding with supreme satisfaction, Luther let out a cold sneer. "You see? You knew it all along... Now then, tell me..."

"I..."

"!!??" No, wait, you people were the ones who told me all of this... What on earth am I supposed to tell you?

The assassin's face turned a sickly shade of green. If I ever get out of prison, I swear I'll make it a point to find out, alright? But right now, I truly have no idea!!

With that, he blacked out entirely.

"Lord Luther, he has lost consciousness..."

"If we keep beating him like this, wouldn't it..." the nearby knight ventured, fearing that if the man were killed, they would never pry any useful clues from him.

"Then switch to this one, I shall continue the interrogation!" Luther pointed at the assassin beside the first.

A bucket of cold water shocked the man awake, only for him to meet Luther’s twisted, ferocious glare: "Do you know who 'Altaïr' is?!"

"I..."

"???"

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