"What's wrong with you? Char."
A voice from one side pulled Chara out of her memories. It was a flame burning on the furnace, with a pair of eyes and a mouth appearing, looking at him doubtfully.
That was exactly the fire demon in the old man's mouth - Calcifer.
"Nothing, just thinking about something." Xia Ya said.
"What fate did you give him?" Calcifer asked curiously.
"An assassin from the Renaissance." Char whispered softly.
It wasn't because he pitied the fate Heilang gave him, after all, his heart was no longer in his body.
His control over destiny will gradually become stronger in the weaving of destiny, which is beneficial to him, so he doesn't mind doing a "little effort".
The template that Char used for the fate he set on Heron comes from Ezio in the Assassin's Creed series.
His family was also killed by a powerful force, and he finally took revenge.
Xia Ya felt that his story had a certain similarity with Heilang's story, so he made a fusion.
The old man named Destiny indeed simplified the use of the power of destiny for Char.
If you weave your destiny directly from scratch, it will consume a lot of energy and time, and you need to consider the existence of many variables.
Just like weaving the fate he just gave Heilang, with his current ability, it would take at least one to two years.
The old man directly made a simple lazy system for Xia Ya. As long as he input various requirements, he would complete these things for him.
This would allow him to directly apply the fates of various story characters in his memory, which would be more convenient.
The reason why the character of this template can succeed in revenge is because of the assassin training he has received and the special blood flowing in him.
The training he received as an assassin came from his uncle.
Char has two choices, which is to use the power of destiny to give him an uncle who is an assassin and let him teach him these skills.
But this is undoubtedly Biden putting laxatives in his coffee, which is unnecessary.
Therefore, Char allowed himself to bear this fate and was responsible for teaching him these assassin knowledge.
But Char obviously doesn't know these assassin skills, and this requires the power of destiny to be manifested.
However, allowing yourself to have these memories and teach them to Heilang would waste some unnecessary time.
Therefore, Xia Ya directly acted on Heilang with this power of destiny, which was Heilang's extra memories.
Xia still doesn't know those assassin skills, but his existence gives this "memory" a reasonable "explanation".
There is not much power of destiny that Char can mobilize now. In order to save consumption, he used his own magic to create the assassin suit and hidden sword, which are what he just gave to Heilang.
Hal often helped the royal family make some magic props, so it was not difficult for him to make these things after inheriting Hal's fate.
Just put a breath concealment spell on the original clothes.
He also knew the blueprint of the Hidden Blade through the Power of Destiny, so he spent some iron and used alchemy to create it.
In addition, he did not fully realize the assassin bloodline.
Because the worldview in Template is not purely medieval.
In its general background, there is a super ancient civilization.
In this worldview, human beings’ Greek myths and Nordic myths all tell the story of this civilization.
In the plot, human beings were created by people from this civilization, and the golden apples that can control people's hearts were also created by them.
The so-called assassin blood is actually the blood of this civilization, and Hawkeye comes from this blood.
If all these things are realized, the consumption will be secondary, and there will be more unnecessary variables.
In addition, there are no Templars and no Brotherhood in this world. Even Char is not 100% sure where this destiny will lead him.
It's just a template after all.
"Is it great?" Calcifer asked.
"It depends on your definition of powerful. For ordinary people, he is powerful." Xia Ya said.
"His enemies don't seem to be ordinary people. They all have guns." Calcifer said.
“You don’t have to worry too much about guns in this era.”
As he spoke, Xia walked towards the table behind him.
"It still lacks a brutal enough war."
Most of the firearms in this era were flintlock guns. Not only did they have a low hit rate, they were unable to fire continuously. They were also easy to misfire and caused low damage.
There was a plate on the dining table, and on the plate was half-cut toast. This was the food he had when he acquired this castle. There were originally some bacon and eggs, but Char had finished them before.
Just when he was about to pick up the knife and fork on one side and cut off a piece for tonight's dinner, he found that there was a very large cockroach crawling on it at the moment, with two tentacles swaying, as if to say hello to Char.
Xia Ya's expression was slightly stagnant.
There were some plates placed on the other side of the table. Almost all of them had heavy oil stains on them, including the knives and forks. They looked like they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
He raised his head and looked around. The room was not big. Although it was a little dark, he could still see some cobwebs and old dust.
Xia Ya looked to the dark corner. In his hometown, there is a saying: When you see a cockroach, there may be too many cockroaches in the dark to squeeze in.
He had no doubt that there should be a large number of cockroaches, mice and spiders that loved the shade inside.
"It doesn't have to be so clear." Xia Ya complained.
The original owner of the destiny he inherited was such a person who was exquisite on the outside but unkempt on the inside. This was just the tip of the iceberg of this castle.
Although Char is not a mysophobia, he is not sloppy either. For him, the sanitary condition of this castle is beyond what a normal person can tolerate.
Char sighed, raised his hand, and the bread flew toward the flames along with the cockroach. Calcifer opened his bloody mouth made of flames and swallowed it in one gulp and chewed it, making a squeaking sound.
Then, Char put the knife on the table. He had lost all appetite.
"This castle really needs a maid."
"But ask the cleaning lady for money, do you have the money?" said Calcifer.
Xia Ya nodded, "It is indeed a problem. Food also costs money. There is no food in the castle."
"You should ask that guy for a reward," Calcifer said.
"I will collect his reward later." Xia Ya said.
"Otherwise, you can just change some money and spend it."
"Those are just deceptions. When the magic power on them disappears, they will become useless paper." Xia Ya said.
"What does that matter?" said Calcifer.
Char looked at Calcifer and said calmly.
"If you want to use magic, you must abide by the rules of magic, just like the contract between you and me.
The same is true in the human world. If you want to live in human society, you must abide by certain established rules. "
"You're quite kind," Calcifer said.
Xia Ya raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Although it is true, it has nothing to do with good or evil. The abuse of magic will lead to the loss of control of magic, and the same is true for human nature."
Calcifer was burning and said cracklingly, "You seem to know a lot. You don't seem to be someone of your age at all."
"Have you met many people?" Xia Ya smiled.
"At least, that's the memory I have."
Xia Ya smiled and did not continue to explain.
When your college entrance examination scores are high enough to reach some three-digit schools, but low enough to be out of reach of any of the popular subjects in those schools, you will be exposed to some unpopular subjects.
For example, Char's sociology.
There are seven founders of sociology, four of them are second-generation rich, and two have no worries about food and clothing. When you see this, you will probably know what kind of subject this is.
Although I study Marxism-Leninism every day, it has little to do with the system, and I have no employment prospects. The only advantage is that I have learned a lot, have broad knowledge, and can speak eloquently.
Xia Ya saw the streets outside the window through the window. The imperial capital had just weathered a severe cold. After a light rain, the breeze flowing through the city brought a bit of chill. People on the streets wrapped their clothes tightly and walked faster. I want to run back to my warm home.
The flames of the stove in front of me resisted the chill that tried to creep into the window.
He thought for a moment, picked up the coat on one side and walked towards the stairs.
"I go out for a while."
"What are you going to do?" Calcifer asked.
"Go out for dinner." Xia Ya said.
"But don't you have no money?"
"I have magic, don't I?" Xia teased.
"I think those kind-hearted and wealthy nobles in the imperial capital wouldn't have the heart to shut out a handsome yet pitiful stranger like me."
Calcifer was silent for a moment and said, "I don't understand you humans, but is this your "obeying the rules"?"
"The rules are also made on the premise of eating enough." Xia Ya said seriously.
"Besides, these nobles are a group of guys who like to break the rules. There is always a price to pay for breaking the rules, right?"
"Like providing you with a dinner?" Calcifer spat.
"Remember not to let others in." Xia Ya said with a smile.
"Don't worry, not even the Witch of the Wilds can come in without my permission." Calcifer said confidently.
"Only that person is looking for me." Xia Ya whispered softly.
With a click, the door was closed tightly. He raised his head and looked at this foreign street. It had just rained lightly, and the city lanes were hazy with fog, but even so, there was a faint smell of kerosene lingering in the air. taste.
There was a slight trance in Xia Ya's eyes. At this moment, he finally had some real feeling that he had traveled through time.
Although he did have the intention of going out to look for food, those words just now were naturally meant to tease Calcifer. His main purpose of going out was to follow Heilang.
This is his first time weaving destiny, and he needs to confirm how the power of destiny operates through observation.
Since it was already dark, there were very few people on the street. Occasionally, one or two carriages could be seen moving forward. The light brought by the kerosene lamp was very dim, and the visibility was even lower under the fog after the rain.
The silent city is enveloped in a chill that makes people's skin crawl. It reminds people of some old London legends such as "Jack the Ripper".
But then, Char felt amused and shook his head.
Although I have just arrived in this world and do not know the specific situation, this is the imperial capital after all. No matter how bad the public security is, it is impossible to encounter any criminals casually...
Xia Ya's smile faltered.
At the end of the street, two men in slovenly clothes were slowly walking towards him and came to Xia Ya. They were playing with a knife in their hands, and a strong smell of alcohol hit their noses.
They looked at him fiercely and spoke to him fiercely with suppressed voices.
"Be quiet and come with us to the alley."
Xia Ya shrugged very cooperatively.
At this moment, a sharp scolding sound came from nowhere.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Aren't you afraid of the Secret Police Office!?"
When the two heard this, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound with some displeasure.
Because of the light rain that had just fallen and the sudden drop in temperature, there were no people on the street. However, at the end of the street, a rather exquisite and luxurious-looking carriage was parked on the street.
A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid was standing next to the carriage and looking this way. There was also a sturdy groom beside the carriage.
The expressions of the two of them changed, and their original drunkenness was wiped away at that moment.
In the imperial capital, those with such a configuration are either nobles or high-ranking officials, and no matter who they are, they cannot afford to offend them.
With almost no hesitation, the two drunk men ran away in panic, stumbling.
Xia thought for a moment and walked slowly towards the carriage.
"Thank you very much for speaking out, ma'am."
"No need to thank me, thank my lady. She asked me to help you." The maid said.
Hearing this, Xia Ya looked at the carriage. Soon, a voice came from inside the carriage, like fragile glass, transparent but fragile.
"Be careful when going out in the future. In recent years, there have been more and more idle gangsters like this in the imperial capital."
"Do you know why this is?" Xia Ya asked.
The person in the carriage was silent for a while, and then said, "Are you a foreigner? Are you coming to the imperial capital to look for opportunities?"
"Yes." Xia Ya responded.
"Almost all of these people wandering on the streets came to the imperial capital from other places to look for opportunities. I would like to advise you to leave here. If you have fields, keep your own fields."
After saying that, the maid took out a pocket watch from her body and read the time on it. Then she whispered beside the carriage.
"Your Highness, the banquet is about to begin."
"Let's go." The person in the carriage said.
The groom slapped the horse with the whip in his hand, and the horse neighed and stepped forward. As the carriage moved, the curtain on the carriage swayed.
Xia Ya looked quietly towards the direction the carriage was leaving, but suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and he took a step back and hid under the shadow of the eaves.
On the opposite side of the street, two people dressed in groom's clothing seemed to be looking for something. Their eyes were covered with blindfolds, which was very strange.
Soon, they locked onto the departing carriage and followed her slowly.
Those two were not humans, that was magic, or rather, the magic of the witch of the wilderness.
"What are you looking at? Char." Calcifer's voice sounded deep in Char's heart.
"I'm looking at...fate." He murmured softly.
