A long dream
In her dream, Helena sang the whaler''s song again and again. Her voice was as distant as a siren, floating back and forth in the blue nootong.
Like the sound of waves.
Wow... Wow
Hearing the sound of the waves, Lorraine slowly opened her eyes.
He was lying in a masonry building with a very high ceiling. The building looked like a tower. It was slender and straight, but the tower was empty. Only the high spire penetrated into the sky and told him that it was day.
He didn''t know that he had been unconscious for a few days, but he wanted to know the purpose of the tower.
The walls are empty. Did the builders never think about how to get to the spire?
If the man is afraid of heights and doesn''t want to go to the spire, he just needs to build a bungalow.
The house is too small and too tall
"How could it be built like this?" subconsciously, his question blurted out.
A sandy female voice answered, "this is the black harbor lighthouse. There was a ladder on the wall, but it broke down and killed people when it collapsed."
"That man is really unlucky," Lorraine whispered, turning his head and saying to the cat like brown girl, "what a coincidence, we meet again."
As always, the girl wrapped her dirty blouse, revealing only her face and hands.
She played with a thin and short sharp knife on her palm. For a while, she danced dazzling knife flowers, and for a while, she straightened the knife tip. She danced on her slender fingers in turns, which was pleasing to the eyes.
Lorraine sincerely praised: "your knife is playing well."
The girl obviously didn''t talk too much about sex, but said faintly: "personal hobbies."
"Strange hobby..."
Lorraine raised herself with a frown.
He saw that his upper body was naked, and his original shirt was cut into slender strips of cloth. White, brown, white and Brown were intertwined, like some strange camouflage.
"You fished me up?"
"Not really."
The girl flicked her fingers and picked up the short knife in the air, watched it fall down, inserted it between the two, and half the blade fell into the earth.
"No?"
"I went to find food. When I saw you on the beach, I carried you up."
"A few days ago?"
"Two days."
"Is the injury yours?"
The girl nodded: "when I found you, you had this knife on your back. The knife technique was exquisite. It looked like stabbing into your heart, but you didn''t even hurt a blood vessel."
"Knife technique is his only skill..." Lorraine smiled bitterly. "When he was on the ship, he divided me three knives of bacon for each meal. He could always cut it along the texture. It was neat and thin, like a piece of paper, especially stingy."
"He?"
"My captain, a cobbler in Plymouth... The best cobbler."
"Why did the cobbler become your captain?"
"Because of a stupid decision." Lorraine moved painfully against the wall. "Really, even for his son, he should sell the boat and be his cobbler. He doesn''t understand that the sea... Eats people."
He stood up against the wall and rubbed his back against the rough brick, leaving a long trail of fresh blood.
The girl frowned at him: "what are you doing?"
"Obviously, my captain is a cowardly fool. He has never resisted anything in his life. Even if he has a good and strange knife, he can''t be a qualified soldier."
"That''s why he regarded our ship as a death, in order not to let me be buried with him..." Lorraine pressed the wound in his heart and smiled freely. "I have to save him, and then tell him in his face that this knife is stupid, which is more stupid than his decision to go to sea."
"Do you know where to save?"
"Mr. Peter opened a restaurant called grass flavored foie gras. Because he was lucky to pay off his debt, in theory, the restaurant should not have closed in time."
The girl thought, "it''s not closed down. Their foie gras is terrible, but the lettuce these two days is good."
"It''s a great honor to be praised by the Savior." Lorraine waved a gentleman''s salute, held the wall and walked to the door.
The girl asked again, "what if your captain dies?"
Lorraine''s footsteps paused and said softly, "I''m niord''s child. Blood debt, naturally, needs blood to pay."
The girl said strangely, "you are white, but you are not a believer in God?"
"Vikings don''t need God''s blessing. We only worship our ancestors and are proud pagans."
Leaving this sentence, Lorraine slowly moved to the door, reached out and reached for the handle.
A flash of light flew over, wiped his face and stabbed him on the door.
The girl said behind her back, "I think you might want to hire a helper."
Lorraine raised her eyebrows, turned back and looked at the coffee girl with great interest: "you know, I have high requirements for helpers."
The girl did not speak, but pulled off her blouse with a loud noise, revealing a strange dress.
Her dress is somewhat like that of later generations. Her upper body is tight, lined with a tall and slim curve, and her lower body is loose. She wraps the leggings under her knees, showing a tight and beautiful calf.
The whole set of clothes are pure white, linen, old but clean.
The small row buttons are concentrated on the front chest and divide the clothes into two. Eight small pockets are sewn symmetrically on both sides. Each pocket is covered with a large button of cloth.
But it is partial and not completely symmetrical.
The long sleeve of the left hand is tightly fastened to the wrist, and the sleeveless right hand shows the girl''s Brown arm and the simple tattoo on the big arm, which is both like a mountain and a dagger.
"I seem to have seen this tattoo somewhere..."
"I''d like to introduce myself. My name is Haina yesla, an Egyptian and asasin."
……
Assassin sect, a mysterious sect originated in ancient Persia. Its leader is called the old man in the mountain. It was once an assassin organization that everyone in the western world talked about.
But that''s not Hannah''s assassin.
The real assassins perished in the Mongols'' western expedition, the last old man in the mountains surrendered to Kaicheng, and the eagle nest city was slaughtered.
Assassin''s survivors began exile.
Their activities in West Asia and North Africa have gradually turned into pure and scattered assassins, teaching skills in the mode of father son inheritance, and no longer refusing the employment of the Catholic world.
Haina''s father is a assassin. She and her brother accepted the inheritance. The three members of the family formed a small assassin alliance.
Three years ago, they were hired by a Frenchman to assassinate their competitors. After that, the employer chose to cross the river and tear down the bridge in order to get rid of their dislike.
Haina''s father died in a fierce battle. At that time, Haina, 14, fled into black harbor with her 13-year-old brother.
However, her brother was seriously injured in the process of escape. He only persisted for a few months and died.
At this point, Haina became a wanderer in black harbor. With her extraordinary skills, she soon established her feet in this impossible place.
Her career prevented her from hating Catholics too much, but the experience of being betrayed and the past of family destruction made it impossible for her to trust Catholics, especially the French all over black harbor.
So she has always been a loner, occasionally accepting some employment and killing some people, and the employer will never be a believer in God.
This is her quirk of choosing customers, and Lorraine happens to meet these strange requirements
After listening to her readme, Lorraine leaned against the door and smiled bitterly.
"Miss Haina, I recognize your ability, but... I''m not a qualified employer because I have no money."
"I want that knife."
"Knife?" Lorraine looked at the knife in his ear. "Now all you need is a peeling knife that hasn''t killed anyone, and you can hire asasin to work hard?"
"It''s a good knife." Haina shook her head. "And the knife is the last payment. I''ve taken your first payment."
"Black bread?"
"The bread is delicious with Cod..."