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Chapter 22 Talia, the Filial Daughter

On the calm and distant, boundless sea.

The surging waves crashed against the oddly shaped reefs.

This is a vast island, dotted with countless towering buildings resembling those from the medieval Tang Dynasty.

Before dawn, waves of men dressed in black samurai uniforms began their arduous training, brandishing their sharp blades.

And in the tallest building on the island.

Inside a dimly lit room.

Several samurai swords hanging silently on the wall added a touch of solemnity to the room's style.

"Splash splash splash".

The sound of warm water echoed in the bathroom, and through a sheer curtain, a graceful figure was washing herself from bottom to top.

The water slid down the smooth collarbone, splashing into the bathtub from top to bottom and creating tiny ripples.

"Snapped!"

Having seemingly finished her morning bath, the woman turned off the shower, opened the curtain, and first, a shapely, firm yet straight and long beautiful leg gently stepped out of the bathtub.

Her little toes were painted with black nail polish.

Those pretty, delicate toes lightly touched the expensive carpet.

"Miss."

The maid, who had been waiting outside the bathroom, obediently handed over a heated bath towel. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the woman's firm, smooth, and white back and couldn't help but marvel once again at God's favor towards this woman, as if He had adorned her with everything beautiful and perfect.

The woman's small hand traced the undulating peaks of her breasts. She parted her red lips slightly, her voice low and elegant, yet carrying a hint of authority:

"Phew, where's Father?"

She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked lightly toward the full-length mirror in the bedroom.

Her smooth, long black hair, delicate and perfect face shape, high nose bridge, and slightly thin red lips together made her a beautiful and charming beauty.

But the cold, ruthless green eyes reflected in the mirror made her temperament appear even more sinister and ruthless, revealing the oppressive aura of a superior.

She was undoubtedly a perfect woman; her Asian and European features gave her a blend of the understated beauty of an Eastern woman and the alluring passion of a Western woman.

Half of her blood came from her mother, and the other half from that old-fashioned Eastern man.

The maid bowed her head respectfully and said:

"The leader is in the council chamber."

Upon hearing the maid's words, Talia raised her pretty face, revealing her slightly pointed chin, and let out a cold laugh: "Ha, he's still the same, clinging to outdated and rigid traditions."

As she spoke, the woman opened the wardrobe.

Unlike most women, her wardrobe consisted entirely of black clothes.

Talia pulled out a black training uniform and put it on, which made her figure look even more curvaceous.

Talia stepped out of the house, walking silently and steadily through the old corridor.

Eighteen years of training and development have made her an outstanding assassin.

Soon, amidst the respectfully bowed heads of the passing assassins, Talia descended the high-rise and stood outside a cold, hollowed-out cave near the island's seaside.

"Leader," Talia called out in a flat tone, but her pretty face was full of mockery. Her old-fashioned father didn't even allow her to call him "father" in the organization.

Talia harbored resentment:

"Just because he thinks I'm a woman and can't shoulder the responsibility of leading the Assassin's Guild."

As he was thinking this, a desolate and hoarse voice rang out from outside the cave: "Come in."

Talia took a deep breath and stepped into the cave.

The dark, deep cave was devoid of light, with only a faint, clean scent of incense wafting through the air, calming Talia's thoughts.

Her beautiful green eyes gazed into the depths of the cave entrance. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, a gaunt old man with black hair, wearing a green robe and cold eyes, sat upright on a futon.

The old man's expression remained unchanged when he saw Talia, as if she were just an ordinary member of the organization.

"What are you doing here?"

The old man raised his eyelids, a glint of light flashing in his brown eyes. He stared into Talia's eyes, awaiting her answer.

Talia cut to the chase; she disliked this old-fashioned man: "Chief, I feel I'm ready to carry out my first mission."

Talia raised her right hand and slowly clenched it, making a cracking sound as she spoke: "Eighteen years of rigorous training and battles have honed my skills to their peak. My blood is roaring."

"I am ready to uphold the noble principles of the alliance."

"Is that so?" The old man listened to Talia's words, glanced at her, and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Then just pick any mission from the underground website to do."

"Consider it your graduation assignment."

The man's attitude remained as casual as ever; he didn't care about Talia's affairs.

As he spoke, the old man slowly closed his eyes again, the intimidating aura in his eyes vanished, and he once again became an ordinary old man.

Looking at the old man with his eyes closed, Talia bit her lip so hard that a little blood slid down the corner of her lips.

Talia took a deep breath and lowered her head: "Your will!"

After saying this, the woman turned and left, but judging from the speed at which she practically ran, it was clear that she was in a very bad mood.

Talia quickly returned to her room.

The moment she gently closed the door, her beautiful face was instantly filled with rage.

"Damn old man!" Talia roared, grabbing the katana on the table and hacking at the tables and chairs in the room to vent her anger.

Even though that person was her father, he never acknowledged her, simply because she was a woman. Lars El Gur (also known as Rasoul), this old man who had lived for countless years, believed that she was incapable of leading the League of Assassins.

Yes, this island is the famous base of the Assassin's Creed.

From the fall of Rome to many major historical events, the Assassin Brotherhood can be seen everywhere.

Talia El Gur is the daughter of Lei Xiaogu, the daughter of the great leader of the Assassin's Guild.

However, this identity never brought Talia any pride; her father never treated her as family, but rather as a stranger.

"Hoo!" Talia took a deep breath, her pert chest rising and falling slightly. "Heh, I'll get the Assassin's Guild sooner or later. Lei Xiaogu, just you wait!"

The unwavering conviction that ignited within her made Talia suppress her anger.

She walked to the computer, her cold eyes fixed on the screen.

Talia intends to choose a simple task as a starting point.

"I need to find an easy task."

Talia scrolled through the mouse, and soon the cursor landed on a post.

"Take the jeweled necklace from Lana Blue, a freshman at Smallville High School in Kansas, and place it under the third large locust tree in the town cemetery."

"A necklace?" Talia raised the corner of her beautiful eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "A story about a teenage brat's revenge?"

Talia moved the mouse and clicked to confirm.

"This mission is quite interesting." Talia's eyes were haughty, her left leg crossed over her right, her thigh, without an ounce of excess fat, swaying gently, but deep down she harbored the idea of ​​watching the show unfold.

"I'll take it!"

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(End of this chapter)