"Hurry up, come with me!" Justinian took his own guard and rushed to the prison in Fort Wiscarri without caring about the rest. When he saw that there was no one in front of the prison and there was no guard, Deng Shi's heart sank.

not good!

"Prepare for battle!" Justinian drew out the sword in his hand, and the guards around him also picked up weapons. Although he was not sure what was going on, since Justinian was so nervous, he was obviously careful and could not be careless at all.

Slowly pushing open the door, Justinian took a step tensely, and what came towards him was a strong smell of blood. The familiar smell of rust made Justinian understand that the killing was over.

Justinian, who said nothing, walked forward and went straight to the entrance of the dungeon gate. He had no doubts anymore. There was no doubt that the other party's target was definitely the assassin Nurdin, who was locked down below.

He was too careless and was completely focused on dealing with the Venetians, but he didn't expect that the other party would take advantage of this opportunity to rob the prison. Seeing this, the Turkic guards followed.

Holding a bright torch, he illuminated the dungeon of the black beads, and indeed the assassin Nurding, who should have been in it, was gone. He came too late.

"Damn it!" The angry Justinian punched the wall beside him. He originally relied on Nurdin as a breakthrough, and at the same time it could make the Assassin assassins somewhat worried. But now, his plan has failed. But even if he regrets it, there is no possibility of remedy now.

"Master Justinian, they shouldn't have gone far, and the bodies are not cold yet." Imaz, who was checking everything around, reported that it was obvious that the group of people who had robbed the prison had just left for a while.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "No, stop chasing." He actually gave up the pursuit. Of course Justinian had seen the body. It was true that the other party had just left, but he immediately saw from the knife wound that this was the masterpiece of Assassin. It seemed that there were more than one successful Assassin. It was too risky to pursue the pursuit of these people under his command, so he gave up on his own initiative.

Although the opponent was led by the army, Justinian had another step of secret chess, so nothing was too worried about him. The only regret was that he lost the opportunity to overthrow Leosgros. Undoubtedly, the man hid very well. If he didn't completely solve it, it would be almost impossible to take Odosia away safely.

However, what Justinian didn't know at this time was that not long before they entered the prison, Assassin had just evacuated and hid in a corner in the dark, witnessing the every move of Justinian and others.

"Have you noticed it so quickly? What a terrible little guy!" Seeing Justinian bringing people into the dungeon, Sabach touched his chin. This was the first time he saw the other person so close.

Should I take the opportunity to get rid of him in one breath? Sabach, who was interested, thought, after all, he failed in the past few times and was thankful to the other party. Now, the best time to get rid of the other party is undoubtedly the best time.

The butler of the Duke Leo family on the side also urged impatiently: "His Excellency Sabach, why are you still hesitating? Now is a good opportunity to kill that kid!"

But Sabach said coldly with disgust: "This does not require your reminder. Greeks, there is no need to obey your wishes."

"But-" The butler next to him wanted to say something else, but was forced by the other party's captivating gaze to swallow the words in his mouth.

Although Leng Yanyan turned his back, Sabach actually did not want to let Justinian go. Assassin had always been vengeful, and now it is indeed time to make the boy in front of him pay the price.

But just when Sabach was about to give the order, suddenly, Nurdin, who was originally weak and weak, spoke and stopped him:

"Please wait a moment, Lord Sabach."

It is obviously a very secretive thing to use in Persian, and it does not want others to know about it.

"What's wrong, Nurdin?" Sabah, who was somewhat surprised, looked at his subordinates strangely and actually talked to him in Persian. It was obviously a very important thing, so he also asked in Persian. And Nudin in front of him slowly took out a ring from his arms, put it in his palm and handed it to Sabah.

"Please see, this is what the person gave me when I was in prison. Sir, I'm a little confused about the other party's identity."

Sabach, who saw the ring in front of him, also changed color. It was the ring that Justinian handed to Nurdin before. As the commander of Assassin Assassin, Sabach recognized at a glance that this was something that only senior members of Assassin Assassin had.

"Who said he gave it to you, how could he have this thing?" Sabach asked in a trembling voice.

Nurdin looked at his leader's expression and believed that the ring Justinian gave him was real. He replied truthfully: "It was Justinian who gave me, and he said... it was his. He claimed to be sent by Lord Sheikh."

"This is impossible!" Sabach came out of his mouth. Assassin assassins of all generations were devout jihadists, working for the pagans in their eyes.

But what Nurdin said below surprised Sabach, "But his skills are indeed exactly the same as ours. I had absolutely no problem with him for a short time, and he also knew about Eagle Nest Fort."

Eagle Nest Fort is the headquarters of Assassin. Even the Sultans and Emirs in the East are little known, not to mention the Roman Empire that is now in a corner, but Justinian even knows this, which made Sabach's previous denial shaken.

Seeing Sabach's hesitation, the confusing housekeeper of the Duke Leo's mansion could not understand what the other party said just now. He was very surprised that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Justinian, but these Saracens seemed to have some concerns.

"What are you waiting for? It's too late if you don't take action!" The old man, who was a little angry, couldn't help but shout, but the cold light flashed suddenly in front of him. Sabach's short knife fell in front of his neck again, and the sharp blade had already cut through his wrinkled skin.

"Noisy! It's not your turn to point fingers no matter what I want to do." Sabach, who warned the other party again, immediately took back his Damascus knife, glanced at the door of the prison and then turned around.
Chapter completed!