The Law of the Silent Gentleman

The lady proprietress of the Silver Seagull Hotel was very beaming early in the morning, and she greeted everyone with a smile. The young boy who was new to the kitchen made a mistake in the guest's breakfast. Instead of beating and scolding, she rewarded him with two copper coins and let him go out. buy something delicious. This was a first for the kitchen boy. When the clumsy new employee went out with a bounty, wondering if it would be the calm before the storm, the proprietress was humming a ditty, carrying a hearty breakfast upstairs, and knocked on the door of the "Albatross" suite. This suite is the most luxurious and comfortable room in the whole hotel, and it is naturally expensive. Yesterday, a businessman rented out the entire suite and paid a month's rent in advance, which made the proprietress happy from ear to ear.

Of course, it's not just because of the above reasons that she is so high-spirited today.

"Who?" asked the guest in the Albatross suite.

"It's me, sir, I brought breakfast!"

The door opened. A young man of seventeen or eighteen stood at the door, looking at the proprietress warily. He had colorfully dyed hair like the young men of the Yord cities these days. They called it "fashion", but the proprietress didn't appreciate it, she just thought it was absurd and funny. But she dared not criticize the guest's hobbies.

"Come in," said the young man.

The proprietress came in and put the breakfast on the table. The businessman who booked the room leaned against the window, looking curiously at the street below. The businessman was also very young, probably no more than thirty years old, with long platinum hair draped softly over his shoulders. His name is Enzo, and he claims to be from the Vanessa city-state. The young man who opened the door was his apprentice, named Giuliano.

The proprietress quickly glanced around the room. There are two beds in the suite, one big and one small. The little bed was clean and tidy, and it didn't look like it had ever slept on someone. On the contrary, the bedding on the big bed was messy, as if it had been a pillow fight all night. It appears that the two guests shared the same bed last night. The proprietress immediately guessed the relationship between the two. Either they are actually lovers, and they use the name of master and student to deceive others because they are afraid of others' gossip; or they are really master and student, but they have developed a relationship that exceeds the relationship between teacher and student. The proprietress has seen many such examples. The teacher is handsome, the apprentice is pretty, and the age of the two is not much different, so this kind of relationship is very common.

"Miss Boss, is the city-state of Zanodia so lively every day?" asked the blond businessman leaning against the window.

The proprietress replied with a smile: "Our city-state is usually very lively, but today is a special case."

"Oh? Is there any festival?"

"It's more joyful than a festival! General Hean Suweita wiped out a group of pirates who have been making trouble in the nearby waters for many years. Today is his triumphant day!"

Silver Seagull Hotel is located on the famous seaside boulevard in Zanodia, facing the sparkling Spinel Bay. The boulevard circles the bay and connects the harbor with the Senate. One end of the bay is a commercial port, and the other end is a military port.

The seaside boulevard was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was crowded with people, as if the residents of the whole city had flocked to this road. The city guards pulled up ropes on the side of the street to drive the crowd back, but from time to time, some brave people got through the ropes and ran to the middle of the street. The names of Zanodia and General Hean Suveta were wildly shouted from everyone's mouth. A hand-embroidered red and blue flag of Zanodia was passed by people one by one, like a boat floating through the sea of ​​people.

"So many people..." Enzo whispered in surprise.

"Isn't that right! General Suweita will go to the Senate to report as soon as he comes back. The Seaside Boulevard is the only way he must pass. Everyone is gathered here, waiting to see his demeanor!"

"The general is so beloved."

"Of course!" The proprietress was beaming. She heard a foreigner praise their general. She was happier than she heard the praise. "The general is young and promising, and he has made great contributions to the city-state. Who can not love him. It is said," she said. Pretending to be mysterious, he lowered his voice, "The consul's term expires this year, and the Senate intends to elect General Suweita as the new consul!"

There was a deafening cheer in the street. The three of them hurried to the window and looked out.

A line of soldiers came from the west of the seaside boulevard in uniform steps. Everyone was dressed in dark red military uniforms, with bright blue ribbons hanging on their chests, armed with weapons, and their boots were polished. A man dressed as an officer rides on a white horse, his back straightened like a spear. The crowd of onlookers continued to sprinkle flower petals on him, and for a while, the seaside boulevard seemed to become a garden of falling flowers. The girls in the crowd blew passionate kisses to him, even the proprietress was not immune. The officer turned a blind eye to the fluttering flower petals and the screaming girl, whether he was pretending to be calm or just getting used to it.

When the queue approached the Silver Seagull Hotel, the proprietress hurriedly apologized to the two guests, ran downstairs excitedly, got into the crowd, and squeezed to the front with her thick body, so that she could watch General Suweita at the closest distance. Enzo and Giuliano were obviously not as excited as she was, and they just leaned against the window with great interest, waiting for the general's queue to pass before hitting the hotel.

"This general is very popular, even if he is elected consul. It's a pity that not everyone in the city-state loves him." The corner of Enzo's mouth curled up, quite mockingly.

"how do I say this?"

Enzo pointed at the crowd. Giuliano narrowed his eyes, looking for his target, and soon he saw something unusual. Two people with golden masks mixed in the crowd, watching General Suweita's team from a distance. Although they also waved, they seemed less enthusiastic than the people around them.

"The Reticent!" Giuliano whispered.

"It seems that someone in this city wants the life of the great hero Suveta." Enzo rubbed his chin playfully.

Giuliano turned to look at him: "Then we..."

"It's none of our business, don't meddle. All Reticents are brothers and sisters. Don't hinder your brothers and sisters from doing things unless necessary."

Giuliano nodded silently, but felt a little sour in his heart. Suveta was a great hero, with a bright future and a favorite. The thought of his death at the hands of the Assassins made Giuliano sad. But he quickly drove the sadness out of his heart. Like the two silent ones, he also came to kill. Since he doesn't feel sad for his goal, don't feel sorry for Suveta.

"Forget about Suveta. We're in Zanodia, what's next?" Giuliano asked.

"Find a way to approach Fernando Infonçon unsuspectingly and look for his weaknesses. Remember, we don't just want to kill him, we also want to find evidence of his collusion with Boniwell. Don't let hatred blind your eyes, Giuliano, don't think of yourself as an avenger. You didn't kill Fernando Infançon out of personal revenge. Everything you did was for a mission, to fulfill the wishes of the client, and to serve the **** of truth and pretense .”

Giuliano took a deep breath: "I see."

The two looked out the window again. General Suweita's queue has passed by the Silver Seagull Hotel, leaving flower petals all over the ground. The two reticents in the crowd seemed to be aware of Enzo's surveillance. They cast meaningful glances upstairs before disappearing quickly into the crowd.

"I have a question," Giuliano said, "what if two Reticents' missions are so antagonistic to each other that they have to draw swords for it?"

"Either withdraw politely, or fight until the death. I really hope that the future paths of us and those two brothers will not intersect." As he said, Enzo touched the holy emblem on his chest, "However, the gods They don't always answer the prayers of believers. They even make nasty jokes. You can't measure gods by mortal standards."

"I don't think we'll run into them," Giuliano said. "What does General Suveta have to do with Fernando?"

"I hope so, Giuliano," Enzo said softly. "I hope so."