CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 183 ASSASSIN’S SLEEVE SWORD

Although Perfikot did not ask Ezio to assassinate the conservative nobles, he did request his help for the Assassin Brotherhood to gather relevant information, ensuring he could maintain control and not be caught off guard by any extravagant tricks from those conservative aristocrats.

Perfikot, it must be said, actually knew little about his own parents.

Through Ezio’s introduction, Perfikot finally understood the magnitude of what his parents had accomplished in their time.

"...Though it’s all in the past now, I must say, your parents were truly remarkable." Ezio’s tone remained calm as he recounted the stories of Perfikot’s parents, yet one could sense the sentiment and sorrow in his heart.

Perfikot merely nodded politely. Despite the turmoil within, he maintained composure and asked Ezio, "So, what are your plans next? Continue the revolution, or assassinate government officials?"

Despite thinking he had convinced Ezio, Perfikot was still concerned that his father’s comrade might revert to his old ways for a time.

Don’t be fooled into thinking he had easily handled Ezio; in reality, it was not simple at all. Perfikot firmly believed that, if unprepared, Ezio could easily kill a Grand Knight, and even a Knight Commander might not escape his assassination.

After all, not everyone could be like her, able to hear the heartbeat and breathing of a second person inside a room.

"The mission of the Assassin Brotherhood is to fight for the people’s interests. Originally, I came back this time to assassinate the Empire’s nobility and bureaucrats, incite social unrest, and thereby spark a new revolution." Ezio’s tone remained calm, but what he said was enough to make the entire Victor Empire tremble three times over: "But now that we know about the impending Winter of Doom, the Brotherhood can’t simply sit back and do nothing.

I plan to first report this to the other assassins, and then gather some information to discuss with everyone what to do next."

At this point, Ezio looked at Perfikot and extended an invitation: "If you are willing, you can join the Assassin Brotherhood’s meeting as Mr. Brandelis’s daughter. After all, both your father and mother were mentors in the Brotherhood; as their daughter, you can inherit their position."

Hearing this, Perfikot raised an eyebrow but then shook her head, saying, "For the time being, it’s inconvenient for me to attend your meetings, as I am an important official of the Empire and Lord of the Northern Territory. My identity will surely be targeted.

However, under the current circumstances, the Assassin Brotherhood and the Northern Territory can establish a collaborative relationship.

My people will later recruit immigrants in Langton to move to the Northern Territory. I hope the Brotherhood can help guide the population to choose to immigrate there.

Moreover, I can allocate a piece of land in the Northern Territory for you to establish a town, granting you autonomous rights so you can experiment with the societal structure you’ve proposed and test whether it holds up."

Perfikot’s proposal piqued Ezio’s interest significantly, as he immediately felt the urge to establish this small town.

In past years, the Assassin Brotherhood had tried to help local people gain freedom and independence in many colonies worldwide, but they never achieved satisfactory progress.

Though they had toppled several colonial governors and organized locals to resist foreign colonizers,

they fought many battles, but often with more losses than victories. After all, stirred-up civilians could not compete against professional soldiers.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the colonizers; internal strife and power struggles among the local natives, who hadn’t even driven the colonizers out yet, often caused failures even when there was a chance to overthrow the colonial governors, leaving Ezio disheartened.

If they could build a town according to their own ideas, even if it was small, at least the Assassin Brotherhood could explore if their proposed systems were practical.

"I understand. I will go back and discuss this with everyone." Ezio nodded, then looked at his dismantled Hidden Blade on the table and sighed helplessly: "You and your father share the same temper; the first time your father saw my Hidden Blade, he also took it apart into a pile of components."

Perfikot didn’t expect this little surprise, but she paid it no mind, merely telling Ezio, "Don’t worry, I’m just studying its structure. I’ll return it to you once I’ve finished my research.

Besides, I’ve gifted you a pair of ebony and ivory."

"..." Hearing Perfikot’s words echoing Mr. Brandelis’s from back then, Ezio could only helplessly pick up the box on the table and prepare to leave.

But before leaving, Ezio asked a concerned question: "How do I replenish the bullets for these two guns?"

"Directly come to me for replenishment. Additionally, the shell casings can be reloaded, so remember to collect the casings after firing." Perfikot replied to Ezio in this manner, then turned her attention back to the dismantled Hidden Blade on the table, so focused that she didn’t notice when Ezio left.

At this moment, all her focus was drawn to the intricate Hidden Blade before her, studying its structure and mechanism with a satisfied smile.

"What a genius design! Such an ancient mechanism, yet it remains sturdy and durable after so long. It’s wonderful!" Perfikot did not hold back her praise.

Although it seemed like somewhat ancient and primitive technology, its design and conception remained endlessly fascinating.

However, where there were marvelous aspects, there were also elements open to criticism. At least for Perfikot, the flintlock pistol added by Mr. Brandelis felt especially cumbersome.

Despite being a historical issue, with the firearms technology lacking back then, Mr. Brandelis had made it as simple, practical, and convenient as possible. Yet without breakthroughs in industrial levels, there was no better solution, which inevitably led to Perfikot’s critique.

Of course, this also involved an unavoidable issue of perspective.

You couldn’t expect an 18th-century flintlock gunner to understand rifling or ergonomic efficiency...

Therefore, Perfikot began a comprehensive overhaul of this Hidden Blade, even considering making one herself to carry for self-defense.