The boss adjusted his sitting posture slightly and his expression became more serious. He whispered, "Actually, besides Agastya, there has been another group of people recently that has made the whole city uneasy. About a week ago, a group of knights suddenly arrived at Patalliro. Their attire was completely different from our warriors here, clearly indicating that they were travelers from afar."
Shiva was intrigued and asked, "Do you know where they came from?"
The boss shook his head. "I'm not sure, but judging from their equipment and attire, it seems they are from the Far East or even farther. These knights are highly skilled, even Agastya's guards dare not underestimate them. Their leader is particularly impressive. He wears a golden mask that covers his entire face, revealing only two cold, indifferent eyes. He is clad in a tight black armor, expressionless as he rides his horse, exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression. Looking at him, it's as if he's not a creature of this world, but a monster from some myth or legend."
Shiva frowned. "What's their connection to Agastya?"
The boss fell silent for a moment. "That's hard to say, but since their first day in the city, they have often been seen near the palace, apparently having some kind of secret dealings with Agastya. Some speculate that they may be assistants brought by Agastya from afar, while others say they have come here to search for some precious item."
Shiva continued to inquire, "Are those knights still in Patalliro?"
The boss widened his eyes, looked around, as if afraid of being overheard, and whispered, "I'm not entirely sure, but they say they have already left the city. However, since they arrived, nothing special has happened with Patalliro, everything is still the same, and Agastya is still as domineering."
Shiva nodded. As he conversed with the boss, he gained a deeper understanding of the current situation in the city. He took a deep breath, having already made up his mind about the next course of action, but he had one last question. He asked quietly, "Is there no one in the city willing to resist?"
The boss's eyes suddenly became panicked, looking around, he said seriously, "Young man, it's best not to casually mention such things here. The walls here have ears."
Shiva widened his eyes, feeling the weight of the boss's words, and nodded to indicate understanding.
The boss approached again, as if afraid of being overheard, and whispered to Shiva: "Actually... there are some people, they used to be part of the city guard, and they seem to still hold a grudge against Agastya's rule. But I only know this much, I'm not sure about the specifics."
Shiva understood in his heart that the boss had already told him everything he knew. He nodded in gratitude. This information was very valuable for his mission.
The boss patted Shiva on the shoulder and said, "Young man, I have other guests to attend to. Rest well and let me know if you need anything." With that, he turned and hurried over to another table where several rugged-looking travelers were chatting loudly.
Shiva watched the boss's back and felt a surge of gratitude. He picked up his chopsticks, tasting the food on the table while immersed in thought. Various pieces of information and strategies kept coming to mind. This mission was undoubtedly the biggest challenge he had ever faced, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.
He understood in his heart that he still had quite a few chips in his hands. First, there were the nomads led by Bratislava. They were a people living on the grasslands, with unique combat skills and strong physiques. Although their numbers were not enough to confront the large army of Agastya, they were very suitable as a force for assault and harassment. However, their courage and impulsiveness sometimes caused trouble and needed to be well controlled.
Next, there were the resistance forces in the city. From the boss's mouth, he learned about the existence of these people, but the specific information and strength needed further understanding. After all, in a city occupied by such enemies, these resistance fighters were undoubtedly the ones who understood the local situation the best.
Finally, there is the master of the Brahman Temple. According to the information obtained from the Assassin organization, this master has a high reputation and a deep relationship with the organization. As long as he can get his support and assistance, this mission is bound to be much smoother. Shiva knows that every assassination mission is a game of chess, and now he needs to plan carefully to bring this game to its conclusion.
Sitting in the soft chair of the inn, Shiva stroked his chin, lost in thought. He thought of the image of the temple knight described by the boss, which was exactly the same as what Arnold had mentioned before. Especially the leader of the golden masked knights, seemed to be full of all kinds of mysteries. Why did they come to Patalliro? Is it because of some undisclosed deal with Agastya? Or is there some other hidden purpose?
Shiva is filled with various speculations. He thinks about the actions of the Holy Temple Knights in other places in the past, they always had specific purposes and never acted aimlessly. Furthermore, they have a deep-seated hatred towards the Assassin organization. Could it be that their appearance in Patalliro this time is to deal with the Assassin organization?
But these speculations are just that, speculations, without solid evidence. Right now, what he needs more is more information and evidence to support his own plans.
Shiva looked up at the ceiling of the inn, with the image of the golden masked knight constantly floating in his mind. The cold, unfeeling eyes seemed to be watching him at all times, warning him not to make any rash moves.
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