The assassin looked at the Dark Sisters, his psychological quality was still very good, and he did not show any panic.
Witte slowly began to gather magic power, and the Dark Sister's sword began to gradually become hot, just shy of starting to burn. The blade of the sword made a squeaking sound on the assassin's neck, and the smell of barbecue came out.
"Paddle the boat back to the island first."
When the assassin started rowing, Werther released a soul trap on him.
This magic is originally released to the enemy. After killing the enemy, his soul can be collected by the releaser. However, there is no such thing as a soul stone in this world. After the soul is obtained, it will dissipate quickly, but when the target is not dead, cast the spell.
The pull on the soul still exists.
Witte used his magic power to tug at the assassin's soul. He instantly felt as if he was sleepwalking. His consciousness kept going to the top of his head, as if he was about to leave his body. His whole body was sweating and his limbs were cold.
"A living assassin is a good assassin and can continue to serve the Thousand-Faced God. What else can I ask?"
The assassin nodded. The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and he gave up the struggle. As long as it did not involve issues of principle of faith, he was still willing to answer.
"The first question is, there are not many people with magical talents in this world. How did your organization find so many people?"
The assassin thought for a while: "I don't know too well. I am the son of a slave. I was brought into the organization by an assassin from the House of Black and White when I was very young."
"How many assassins do you have now?"
"I don't know, only the pastor knows."
"How long will the hunt for me last?"
"I don't know either. Some assassins are assigned by us assassins, so we will assassinate them ourselves. Some are assassinated by priests, and they will arrange the personnel."
Werther was annoyed: "I asked you three questions, but you don't know anything. What's the point of keeping you?"
"Sir, the House of Black and White is a strict organization that has existed for thousands of years. I am just an assassin. I only know about assassins. You should ask the priest."
Werther was right when he thought about it: "Then where is the priest?"
"Before, in the sanctuary on the third floor underground, one of the people who besieged you was a priest, but she was killed by us."
Werther pulled harder on his soul:
"You'd better say something. The Court of Black and White is the headquarters of your Faceless Men. Don't tell me that there is only one priest here!"
"Ah~~~" The assassin fell on the boat with dull eyes.
The tearing from the soul makes the assassins extremely painful. They have received cruel and professional training, but it is all aimed at the body. They have strong beliefs without relatives or reasons. Their beliefs will not waver even if they are tortured, and there will be no betrayal of the organization.
Thoughts.
But things about the soul were a miracle to them in the past, but this miracle was used by a mage, and it also worked on himself. He never wanted to experience the feeling of life being worse than death. p>
By manipulating people's souls at will, his fear of Werther has slowly turned into fear.
"There are a total of 6 priests in the headquarters. They will take turns traveling on the continent of Essos, looking for suitable assassin apprentices, or taking on assassination missions."
The assassin got up with difficulty, sat on the boat, and continued paddling.
"My lord, when you entered the third-level sanctuary, there was indeed only one priest here. Three of them went on a trip, and two of them were elsewhere in Braavos and will be back tonight."
Seeing that he was on the right track, Werther continued to ask: "How many secret exits do you have in your underground cave?"
"I don't know. The entire island in the House of Black and White is made of rocks. Assassins in the past generations would dig their own secret passages when they had time. My mentor dug it the day I came out of the water today."
"You don't know!" Werther pulled at his soul again.
"Please, sir, don't torture me! I really don't know. Other assassins may tell their apprentices like my mentor, or they may tell others when they die, or the secret passage may be discovered by others." Werther and him re-boarded the island. The bottom of the water had been sealed by Werther with ice. The two entered through the door that had a hole kicked out.
The black and white door is also one of the items worshiped by the assassins. One side is made of weirwood and the other side is ebony. It has existed for thousands of years. Now a big hole has been kicked out of the door. The assassins were very sad when they saw it, and their faith began to return.
Collapse.
Arriving at the sanctuary on the third underground floor, where the ice chairs were still braving the cold, Witte unleashed a fear spell on the assassins. If it were normal, it might not have any effect on them. Assassins don't have many things to fear, so they can rely on them quickly.
His willpower was released, but the assassin was obviously unable to fight and ran around in the sanctuary screaming.
Werther sat on the ice chair, closed his eyes and meditated, waiting for the two priests to come back.
"Magic reflection detected!"
Witte opened his eyes and saw that the assassin had collapsed in a corner from exhaustion, crying and repeating to himself: "I did not violate the will of the God of Thousand Faces! I did not betray the organization! Ah~~"
After entering the lobby on the first floor, the magic reaction point immediately accelerated to the third underground floor. He discovered that this place was under attack.
Not long after, a man appeared in front of Werther. He saw other dead companions in the sanctuary, and recognized Werther sitting on the ice chair. Without any words, he sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at Werther.
He won't leave unless he launches an attack, and Werther isn't in a hurry. There's still one person who hasn't come yet, so don't even think about leaving once he comes.
After waiting for a while, another female pastor also arrived. She also sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the dead pastor:
"We now have three priests performing their duties here. One of them has already gone to see the God of Death. The two of us can make the decision here."
The male priest also spoke: "Witt Baratheon, you are the target of our assassination. After the assassination failed, you came here to kill. It is fair. People are destined to die as soon as they are born. From the day we became assassins, we have represented
The will of the God of Death, harvesting the lives of others, can also dedicate one's own life to the God of Death."
"I'm not interested in your gods! They're just a bunch of escaped slaves who learned some fur magic."
Werther stood up:
"Will the pursuit of me by the House of Black and White continue?"
The two priests, a man and a woman, looked at each other and nodded. They had already learned about the situation here from other monks who had escaped, and knew that today's matter must be settled.
The female priest pointed to the list under the statue: "It will continue forever. Your name has been recorded on the assassination list. The person who accepted the commission to assassinate you is me, as well as these assassins who went to see the God of Death."<
/p>
After saying that, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Male priest: "According to our tradition, three priests know this. The three of us are here. Other monks and servants cannot enter this sanctuary."
After saying that, I closed my eyes.
Werther pulled out the Dark Sisters and walked behind them.
"I have always respected people with magical talents, no matter they are young or old, no matter their status is humble or noble, because there are too few of us!
It's good that you stick to your faith. This sword is called the Dark Sister. It was probably made before the Valyrian Empire was destroyed, and it has a certain connection with you. Let it send you on your way."
The sword flashed and two heads fell to the ground.