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"What do you mean, a bolt of lightning?"
The Elder's tone was uncharacteristically unstable.
Even he found it unbelievable after hearing the report from his subordinate.
Five hundred men, all professionally trained, with abilities even beyond special forces, and equipped with the world's best gear.
And last night, these five hundred men were all wiped out by a single "bolt of lightning," as if they were nothing.
The Elder couldn't accept it.
He couldn't accept the loss of his men. He knew the mission was doomed to fail after he learned from Sloan that some assassins had defected and become Templar Knights.
But he had only intended to probe their power.
And now, five hundred men, meant to probe their power, had been defeated by a "bolt of lightning" without revealing a thing?
"What was that bolt of lightning?" the Elder asked Sloan, his face dark. Sloan had been brought to him by his subordinates.
"Was it from the Fraternity of Assassins?"
"Of course not. If we had that, I wouldn't be here," Sloan said.
"Besides, you know what kind of supernatural power the Fraternity of Assassins possesses that can't be explained by science."
Sloan looked at the Elder. "The Loom of Fate, the curved-bullet skill, the healing liquid, and Carlos's unique long-distance sniping" that's about it."
It seemed Sloan was well aware of how much the assassins" abilities defied physics.
"Besides, when it comes to this lightning bolt" you can't really tell me you don't have any idea?" Sloan asked.
"Heh," the Elder looked at Sloan for a long time, then waved his hand, signaling a subordinate to bring a rustic bronze box and place it in front of them.
"The thing I can think of that's closest to it"
With that, the Elder opened the box and took out two pieces of parchment.
"Is this."
The drawings on the parchments were already faded and blurry, but you could still make them out.
On the parchment, a hooded assassin with a long, electrified sword was confronting a man in heavy armor holding a spherical object.
"What is this" Sloan was momentarily stunned.
He had some ancient books, but he had never seen this scene.
"This is an assassin, and this is a Templar Knight," the Elder said as he reached into a hidden compartment at the bottom of the box.
"And what they are holding"
"One, I speculate, is the source of that lightning bolt. And the other is the thing in my hand."
"The Apple of Eden."
The Elder took out a metal sphere, slightly larger than a hand, and held it.
"But I can't use it," the Elder said, looking at the Apple of Eden in his hand. "All this time, I thought it was just an antique. But now" maybe it has another purpose?"
"Who knows?" Sloan squinted, pretending to be unconcerned. "Maybe."
"Heh heh" The Elder chuckled again. "Sloan, do you know the phrase 'less is more"?"
"I don't understand what you mean," Sloan said, his face calm.
"Tell me how to use this thing," the Elder said, turning the golden Apple in his hand without looking up.
"" Sloan was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"I know what you're thinking. Your organization has fallen, and mine hasn't suffered any serious damage yet, so you want me to suffer the same kind of loss?" The Elder had a subordinate bring over a tray.
On the tray were a pile of loose metal parts.
"I am very aware of the threat the Templar Knights pose, especially after that strange bolt of lightning appeared."
The Elder picked up two parts and began to assemble them.
"I don't care that five hundred men were killed. What I care about is how easily they did it and the forces they're hiding that haven't been revealed."
"I don't believe that they're just that small group that Hawkeye found. They must have more people."
A few more parts were assembled.
"Besides, I'm well aware of how the people feel about the High Table now. If someone takes the lead and I can't suppress them immediately, and they're clever, it's only natural that our forces would turn to them. Just like the Hawkeye and the Mole in New York"
"While I'm not without confidence, if the other side possesses the kind of power that's described in ancient legends, wouldn't it be bad if I didn't have it, too?"
The last part was put together.
The Elder picked up the assembled metal device and put it on his right hand. When he extended his palm, Sloan noticed that the Elder's ring finger was missing.
He pressed a button, and a spring-loaded blade sprang out!
A hidden blade!
"Although times have changed, as an Assassin's Master, you deserve to die by a hidden blade, Sloan," the Elder said, standing up and walking toward Sloan.
"I'll ask you one last time."
"Do you know how to use the Apple of Eden?"
"Are you ready?" Morin asked.
"I'm a little nervous" Eric shrugged. "Even though I'm the CEO of a multinational pharmaceutical company, I've never had to speak in front of a public audience in fifty states, and I assume it will be broadcast to the entire world the next second."
"You're a good speaker," Morin said. "Don't worry. Just tell them what you really experienced."
Eric: ""
As for 'real experience," could you not say that with a straight face?
Saying it with a different tone of voice completely changes the meaning, you know?
But"
Eric thought about it. He had already used that kind of speech pattern several times before, so continuing to do so this time wasn't unacceptable.
It was just that, compared to before, when only two or three people were listening" this time, there were a lot more people who would hear it.
At that moment, the two of them were in a live broadcast studio, and some government officials were still testing the equipment.
Soon, this live broadcast would take over every television channel in the United States!
A street near the New York Continental Hotel.
"I heard that last night"
"Yeah, I can't believe the Continental Hotel broke away from the High Table"
"Who knew the High Table would have a bad day?"
"I'm so happy"
"Shh, do you want to die?"
"Why would I be nervous? This is Continental Hotel territory now, not the High Table's."
Passersby hurried by, their conversations almost all about this topic.
On the ground they walked on, you could still see some dark red bloodstains.
But they weren't afraid. On the contrary, they were a little excited to walk on that ground.
Because it was the blood of the High Table's men!
The New York Continental Hotel had rebelled, and the High Table had sent people to clean them up, but they had failed!
And it was a devastating failure!
The people who were happy about this, besides those who were just schadenfreude, were those who felt a release of long-held emotions.
Hatred, fear, resentment" all of them.
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