Zelin left step by step, and Ezio stood on the spot with his chest straight, like a wooden stake. The knight rode to the manor, and at the same time, in another carriage, the person driving the carriage waved the reins and hurried to the villa of another acquaintance.

The rising sun reflected in the vibrant manor, and an eagle fluttered in the golden sky.

When the sun circumvented the sky and the golden color turned into dusky red, Sophia drove the carriage and took the child back home.

"Ezio?"

The two children immediately ran back to the living room, but Sophia knew exactly where her husband often stayed. She walked to the door of the study and opened the door slightly, just in time to see Ezio sitting at the desk and writing the last line of words.

"Ezio."

The old assassin raised his head, his eyes softened immediately: "Oh, Sophia. You are back."

"Your friend left."

"Leave?"

"Yes, he left directly from Florence with Aneth. He said, I hope I remind you that next year, he will definitely visit you next year."

"Oh, he will, I believe he will not forget." Ezio chuckled lightly and put down the quill: "Let's go, Sophia."

"Yeah."

Ezio blew out the candle, stood up, left the desk, and closed the door as he walked out of the room.

In the room, only the sunlight flowing from the cracks of the wooden windows was projected onto the letter paper stacked on the top layer, illuminating the line of handwriting pouring everything into it.

[When I was young and frivolous,

I once had freedom, but I did not see it.

I once had time, but I didn't know it.

I once had love, but I didn't feel it.

After decades of time testing, I finally understood the true meaning of the three.

I have been dying, and this understanding has gradually become a kind of satisfaction.

Love, freedom and time were once squandered by me, but now they have become my driving force.

And I dedicate my most special love to my dearest you, our children, and the brothers and sisters of the Assassin League,

And dedicated to the magnificent and wonderful world that gives us life, and makes people produce infinite reveries.

This love is eternal, my dear Sophia

Ezio Auditore]

Chapter 2365: The Future of Inscriptions

Three sparrows fell on the treetops and hummed in the early morning after the rain.

"Stand up straight, raise the sword to the level of your eyes. Don’t separate your legs so much. If the opponent knows spells, you will easily slip and lose your balance. Your legs are level with your shoulders. Don’t stand in front of others. In this way, you are simply exposing all your flaws."

Zelin held a branch and walked around Amelia, tapping irregular parts from time to time: "Legs, go backwards, yes, that's it. Then move your weight back, don't rush forward. , You almost wrote your battle plan on your face."

Amelia grimaced and looked at Yusevka sitting on the wooden chair at the door with her clothes stitched together. The latter gave him an encouraging look, bowed her head again, and threaded a needle into the cloth. . Yusevka seems to have found another way to help Zellin and others. These days, she has been asking Altea or Xisari to help her bring some professional books from Azeroth. In Zelin's world, it is difficult to find artisan books with such a complete system, because artisans with such knowledge will not sell the skills to teach them at will.

Just like the dwarves said, they will never accept humans as apprentices, it is not racial discrimination, but they know that as long as humans have as good casting skills as dwarves, they will get rid of all the dwarves, just like treating the Volans. Same as Weibo

"It's already afternoon, Ze Lin."

Amelia squeezed a flattering smile on her face: "Do you want to take a break? You must be thirsty after so long. I'll get you a glass of water. It's not early, and... ...."

"Cough cough." Zelin coughed twice: "I remember the time, there are thirty minutes left. Go on, and rest after thirty minutes. Remember, your enemy will never be when you are resting. Also put down your weapons. Your fighting skills rely too much on your own strength, but it is full of flaws. Any warrior against large creatures is sure to defeat you."

"I know." Amelia sighed heavily: "Can't you run if you can't beat me?"

"When others are ready to deal with you, don't you think you can escape?" Zelin asked, "Go on, I can defeat you eight years ago, and the swordsman who defeated me eight years ago will not Less."

After returning, Yusevka proposed to let Zelin train Amelia's fighting ability. Although Amelia handled other things very well when she was outside, it was inevitable that her opponent would not plan to act according to the rules and directly dispatch assassins and killers. Yusevka was worried whether she would be in danger.

So in these two days, apart from answering Aneth's questions, Zelin spent most of his time teaching Amelia how to deal with enemies using various weapons and swordsmanship.

"And until tomorrow, you have to follow me to learn dual-wielding swords." Gnaiya, with a towel on her back and knuckles moving, walked over. She stared at Amelia holding the sword, showing bad intentions. Smile: "Look at your arms and legs. They are soft and weak. Teaching you what swordsmanship is. Fighting skills without strength support are all superficial. Tomorrow follow me to exercise. Don't think about sleeping in, I will go. Lift your quilt."

"What? What does my exercise have to do with you?" Amelia opened her eyes wide and raised her tone: "Sorry, do I know you?"

Gnaiya raised her eyebrows: "What did you say? Before I count down to five, immediately apologize to me and Joseph, who worked so hard for you."

"Joseph?"

"Yes." Yusevka put down his work: "Gnaia is so good, Zelin can't stay in the castle all day, so I ask her to help you."

"Joseph! I haven't been home for a long time."

Yusevka smiled apologetically, Gneia put her hands on Amelia's shoulders and made her turn around to face herself.

"Tomorrow at six o'clock, don't sleep too late tonight."

Without paying attention to Amelia's helpless expression, Zelin put down the branch: "Remember what I told you before, wait until the next time, don't make the same mistake again."

"When can I graduate?!" Amelia asked after Zelin's back.

"Don't ask him, let me tell you." Gnaiya patted her chest: "When you can beat me one-on-one, you will be able to go out. How about it, it's easy?"

"No, it sucks." Amelia said blankly. She often goes out with Gnaiya, including participating in big betting games before, and she knows the dangerous power contained in Gnaiya's seemingly non-threatening body.

Inside the castle, on the balcony on the second floor, Aneth is sitting at the white marble round table, looking at a book describing the humanities and customs of Nilfgaard. To defeat the opponent, you must understand the opponent. After returning, Aneth asked Zelin for several books about the southern empire, and Zelin asked the Aibin to get some. The master of the Aibin people, the old hermit in the swamp was sentenced to death by Emperor Fergus for writing books, so the Aibin people have some books directly exposing the political merits of Nilfgaard instead of circulating on the market. , A version specially published by the Royal Academy.

On the opposite side of the round table, Yamily was earnestly depicting an inscription on a piece of parchment, her head down and her eyes almost sticking to the leather roll. The cool breeze blew from the distant Mahakam Mountains, rolling the translucent light white curtain.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, the first person who turned her head was Amily. She stood up and waved the inscription paper in her hand to Zelin: "Sir, come and see the inscription I made!"

"Inscription?"

"Yes, this can improve your armor effect, just like enchanting, but it can be enchanted on gadgets such as jewelry and rings. After two days, I can help you create a card inscription in Azeroth Si is very famous and is a special deck of Darkmoon Faire."

"The deck?"

Zelin showed a look of interest: "Just... can it be like your Hearthstone card?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good, I'll talk to you about this in a while." Zelin has seen many enchantments, and enchanting is not of much interest to him, but the magic card is definitely his. Something that has never been in the world: "I have a hunch, Yamily, if you can make this kind of card, you will soon become world famous!"

"I will work hard, sir." Yamily raised her chin proudly.