In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

Two sentences from Liszt's "A New Era of Thought".

"Do you think those guys who cause chaos need to exist?"

Liszt did not answer directly, but simply replied.

"Mr. Haytham, you certainly know this best. The Templars and the Brotherhood of Assassins should have the same goal, shouldn't they?"

Haytham was speechless. His father and son were both Master Assassins, and he himself was a Master Templar.

If we're talking about who understands the beliefs of these two irreconcilable forces best, perhaps it really is him.

Lister turned his attention back to these self-deprecating orcs.

"It is always the ordinary people who crave freedom, and when order is out of control, a group of people with the true Assassin's Creed are needed."

"When people blindly follow so-called truth, remember—all is vanity."

"When people's behavior is bound by morality or law, remember—all is permitted."

"Walk in darkness, but dedicate yourself to the light."

“Excessive freedom can indeed lead to chaos, so I need someone who can grasp the right measure to teach them the spirit of freedom and break down the constraints on them.”

"Mr. Hayeson."

Haytham looked at the hand reaching out to him.

"There are no Templars or Assassin Brotherhood here."

"But both of their ideas are born from reality. As long as people crave order, the Knights Templar will exist; as long as people crave freedom, the Assassin Brotherhood will exist."

"They should serve as a benchmark to balance the world."

Lister extended a sincere invitation to Helsen.

"I need your mindset to have both of these qualities."

"Let's explore together how to balance the two and make the world a better place."

Chapter 111 The Simple People

"Let me think about it some more."

Hayson Kenway did not give Lister a clear answer.

He simply straightened his hat, which he was used to wearing, and remained silent.

Lister nodded, said nothing more, and quietly watched the orc refugees below as they slowly crawled forward on their knees toward the outpost.

For the past two weeks, Melf, Pauline, and Prie have been following the refugee group, observing them.

They rescued the simple and kind-hearted orcs who had been abandoned, and with the support of the Red Maple Ninjas, they led these abandoned people to the outpost fortress ahead of others via a side path.

They also discovered spies among the refugee group.

As expected, some of the orcs were from the Dark Court, and every night one or two of them would use magic to report information about the area.

After staking out the area for half a month and confirming that there were no other spies, the three quietly eliminated them one by one.

Afterwards, they wrote down all the petty people who bullied the weak and fawned on the nobles, preparing to plot against them at the last moment.

Everything is ready; all that remains is to end the suffering of the simple people who are still obeying the orders of the nobles.

The gates of the outpost have been fully opened.

Lister led his men to greet the group of orc refugees who knelt at the door.

The administration had already dispatched many grassroots personnel to wait here and temporarily housed the refugees at the outpost.

As each person entered through the gate, Lister stepped forward and personally shook their hand.

There were no words, only the tears of these refugees.

A single handshake moved them beyond words.

As Haytham watched this scene, his inner anguish deepened.

The dogmas he had learned since childhood were whipping his heart.

The Order’s doctrines are never limited to nations or ethnicities, and the behavior of the refugees before him was even worse than that of the enslaved people that Haytham had seen before.

Even some black slaves know how to resist, so these people before us...

Lister patiently shook hands with everyone, mostly middle-aged men and women who had fallen behind the group because they were too exhausted to eat and wanted to leave the food for the younger people, and were rescued by Melf and the others.

Everyone's hands were extremely rough, a stark contrast to Liszt's fair hands.

Many people were too afraid to shake hands with Liszt, but his firm attitude made them unconsciously open their hearts to him.

Just then, the middle-aged dog-eared orc Mochiko knelt before Lister.

"Lord Lister, I..."

“I will not listen to your request unless you stand up.”

Lister said coldly and extended his hand.

Mocheko choked up, but ultimately chose to extend his hand.

What a noble person he is! He is even better and nobler than the saints proclaimed in the church.

Lister didn't say much, he just patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I know what you want to say, I won't give up on the other team."

Mocheko burst into tears, sobbing as he spoke.

"Thanks you!"

"Please...please let go of my hand, I can no longer defile you with this filthy body!"

"Don't exaggerate. If you feel dirty, go take a shower."

"There are public bathrooms here, and each of you can wear new clothes."

"If you want to repay me, let's build this territory together. I need your help."

After Lister finished speaking, many orc refugees wiped away their tears and resolved to set a firm goal in their hearts.

Slowly, after twenty minutes, all the orc refugees were guided to rest.

Liszt formed a hand seal, then reached into the water sphere floating in the air and rubbed the mud off his hands.

"Mr. Haytham, what do you think of them?"

“A simple act of kindness earned their trust and gratitude.”

"It was just a few words and a handshake."

Haytham fell silent.

"But nobody does that for them."

Lister nodded.

“That’s right. The United States’ Code of Law and Code of Etiquette clearly define the distinction between ‘human beings’. I’m just breaking that distinction.”

"Their simplicity, submissiveness, and ease of management are characteristics that have been deliberately cultivated in their respective environments from a young age."

"A suffocating order, isn't it?"

"But I regret to inform you that these are just the basics."

"What you see next may be even more disappointing."

After saying this, Lister lowered his head and praised Pauline, who had just come to his side, and then rubbed her mouse ears.

Even more disappointing?

Pauline said this as Haytham pondered those words.

"Sir, they will arrive in about three hours."

"Because they've run out of rations, their condition isn't good right now."

Are they another group of refugees?

Why split it into two batches?

While Haytham was pondering, Lister extended an invitation to afternoon tea to him.

Then, a faint light shone from Daoyugen Aura's body, and a dining table, tablecloth, and chairs flew out of a room not far away and were quickly set up.

Cake stand, teapot, teacup, bowl and plate... they all flew over.

Under Haytham's astonished gaze, the teapot, glowing with a faint green light, automatically poured steaming hot black tea into the teacups, which then jumped to the front of each person.

Afterwards, Aura sat down next to Lister, while Pauline took the seat on the other side.

"Um...that's pretty amazing."

Hayesen and Morag sat down as well.

"This is a basic ability of Fullbring, and Aura is a master of this."

Lister spoke with a hint of pride, then tapped the rim of the teacup with his finger, using his magic to enhance the soul of the black tea, causing the tea to fly into his mouth on its own.

Awesome.

The five of them enjoyed their afternoon tea in almost complete silence.

It has to be said that Haytham hasn't lived like this in a long time.

Time passes gradually.

As dusk approached around five in the afternoon, Liszt's expression turned serious.

"coming."

Melf and Prie appeared around them and nodded to Lister.

Haytham stood up, and with a wall jump, he quickly climbed the twenty-meter-high city wall like a monkey, then looked out into the distance from the battlements.

A group of people could be seen approaching from the woods in the distance.

That is……