The curtain slowly rose.
As the main beam of the Thief Guild with extraordinary skills and tricks, he had reached the stage of perfection, just as the corporate culture advertised; protected by the Shadow Lady, he hid amidst the shadows untouched by any ray of light, invisible and silent.
To kill a person.
It wasn't just about taking a life; it could erase existence, making him forgotten by everyone, disappearing from history as if he had never lived.
And to impersonate someone.
Stage actors simply follow the script, but the strongest assassin adopts a thousand faces, becoming everyone, and everyone becomes him.
All is illusory, anything can be done.
Assassin's Creed, Western Continent, the bastard son of the Gothic sludge.
In plain terms, he was too mired in muck; at the muck's end, who peaks, seeing Kai Deng feels empty.
Liszt, accompanied by Swan, was heading to the Admiral Mansion on Kersuna Island to discuss business and have a meal along the way.
