CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 178: ASSASSIN BROTHERHOOD

Facing the hooded man’s words, Perfikot raised his eyebrows and then nodded, saying, "If you’re talking about the perfect life form or the Philosopher’s Stone, you have indeed found them."

As the highest masterpiece of her parents, Perfikot was clearly aware of her existence as a perfect life form.

This is the highest achievement in the field of human transmutation, allowing a life to reach its most perfect state. It is the ultimate goal pursued by all alchemists researching human transmutation, and the Philosopher’s Stone is the highest achievement all alchemists are desperately seeking.

And now, in this room, these two masterpieces, the highest achievements for alchemists, coexist.

From this point of view, the hooded man has indeed found the inheritance of Perfikot’s parents, their highest achievements.

"I have to say, Mr. Brandelis was a great alchemist. He and your mother together accomplished the two highest achievements of alchemy." The hooded man’s tone remained calm, and his face was hidden under the hood, revealing no expression, but Perfikot could still hear the reverence and regret in his words: "May I ask how your father died?"

Perfikot remained vigilant towards the hooded man in front of her, but since he asked about her father, out of respect, she still answered the question.

"He died in an accident during the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone. At the time, the alchemical ceremony went out of control, and he and my mother died to save me." Perfikot’s voice also lacked emotional fluctuation, but this matter was something she was unwilling to recall.

So after answering this question, Perfikot looked at the hooded man and asked him: "So what exactly is your purpose? If you are a friend of my father, then I am happy you came to honor him, and if you mean no harm, I am also willing to host you.

But if you came to plunder my father’s inheritance, or to exploit the research on the perfect life form and Philosopher’s Stone, then I will have no choice but to turn you into stone."

As she spoke, the Golden Touching Rod in her hand touched the oak desk, and a gray-white line spread from the desk in front of Perfikot towards the hooded man.

The hooded man’s eyes involuntarily changed, as he could clearly see that this was the bloodflesh petrification that Perfikot’s mother was very skilled at, and Perfikot had obviously mastered this move proficiently.

He dared not be negligent, for if struck by this move, without an alchemist of sufficient skill to undo it, he would really turn into stone for life.

So he hurriedly explained: "Please don’t misunderstand, my purpose in coming is merely to investigate the cause of your parents’ deaths."

Hearing the hooded man say this, the extending gray-white line stopped, but it did not retract. Instead, it spread around the body of the hooded man like a lurking snake ready to attack, seemingly enclosing him in place.

"Investigate my parents’ cause of death? They have been gone for nearly four years, isn’t it a bit late to investigate now?" Perfikot showed a skeptical expression, although she felt the person in front of her was not lying, she also didn’t believe it was the truth.

"Perhaps the way I entered caused your misunderstanding, but I truly mean no harm." The hooded man sincerely explained, and also offered an explanation to Perfikot: "I took on a special task five years ago and went to the Eastern Realm. It was only recently that I completed the task and returned to Langton, where I learned of your parents’ death, so I came here to honor an old friend.

However, Brandelis Manor was empty, and there were guards stationed outside, which I found very puzzling.

I was worried there might be something problematic about your parents’ cause of death, so I sneaked into the manor.

Unexpectedly, you returned at this time, which led to an unnecessary misunderstanding."

Listening to the hooded man’s words, Perfikot nodded slightly. This explanation was plausible, but she still did not trust the hooded man in front of her.

She just stood up with a cold face, holding her Golden Touching Rod, and the rod continuously maintained the gray-white line of bloodflesh petrification, showing no sign of relaxing her vigilance.

"Let’s assume what you said is true, but how can you prove you are truly my father’s friend and not an assassin hiding around him?" Looking at this hooded man’s outfit, Perfikot always felt a sense of déjà vu.

However, the hooded man nodded decisively, affirming: "I am indeed an assassin, an assassin working for the Assassin Brotherhood."

"Assassin Brotherhood? Surely you’re not going to say your enemies are Templar Knights who want to use ancient relics to rule all humankind?" Perfikot sensed a strong déjà vu, even thinking if he answered "yes" next, she might rush to the Mediterranean overnight to dig up underwater relics!

Fortunately, the other party showed puzzled: "What are Templar Knights? A secret organization of the Knight Association? But I remember the secret organization they formed should be called the Black Knights, and they are just a Royalist Party, without any intention to rule the world, nor any ancient relics."

"Is that so? Then I might have remembered wrong." Perfikot felt an imaginary cold sweat on her forehead but still asked the hooded man in front of her: "If I heard correctly, the Assassin Brotherhood you mentioned is against the Knight Association, so you...and my father intended to overthrow the Royal Family? Did my mother know about this?"

Given Perfikot’s intelligence, even when she was momentarily absent-minded, she quickly grasped the key point in the hooded man’s words.

This made her very surprised that her father was related to an organization intending to overthrow the Royal Family, while her mother was a close friend of the Eldest Princess of the Royal Family.

This relationship was a bit too exciting. How did the two of them get married and give birth to her back then?

Perfikot felt her mind was a bit overwhelmed, and she also noticed a crucial issue: "My father has been dead for nearly four years. If he had dealings with your Assassin Brotherhood, hadn’t your organization sent anyone to check within these four years? Did it have to wait for you to return from the Eastern Realm to investigate my father’s cause of death?"

"It’s a long story, but your parents were aware of the Assassin Brotherhood’s existence, and from a certain perspective, they were some of the founders of the Assassin Brotherhood." The hooded man revealed an explosive fact, while also explaining: "The Assassin Brotherhood indeed sent people to investigate back then, but because you drove away all the servants of the manor, leaving only the loyal old butler, it made it difficult for the Assassin Brotherhood’s people to approach, so I don’t trust their investigation results.

Moreover, I wanted to honor my old friend, so I sneaked into Brandelis Manor. If I offended in any way, I am willing to make it up by doing something for you."