Morin was well aware of what Winston's intentions were.
He wouldn't refuse such a gesture, as Winston was also on his list of people to win over.
Of course, if a person on Morin's "must kill" list had shown such goodwill, Morin would have still accepted it without hesitation, and then...
When the time came, he would choose a swift and painless method for them.
When it was time to take action, he would. It was just like in his previous world when he took the money from the drug lords and gang leaders, only to then arrest them.
Principles?
Letting them go would have been a violation of Morin's principles!
...
"So, Carlos, have you thought about that thing?" Morin asked.
"...I am willing to join the Templars," Carlos said after a moment of contemplation.
In reality, an idea had just popped into his head to just expose the assassins who had betrayed fate in the Fraternity and kill them, while he would remain an assassin.
But he immediately discarded that unrealistic idea.
He knew that Morin was not a good person and wouldn't make a deal that would result in a net loss.
And besides, Morin had already said that the goal of the Templars was to bring order back to the world.
If it weren't for his faith, Carlos wouldn't have been an assassin for so many years.
Wouldn't it be better to be a normal person, a rich normal person, get married, and have children?
Carlos had always longed for that kind of life, but he couldn't do it. He had to harden his heart and abandon his son, hoping that his son would not enter this world and could live a normal life.
However...
To be honest, Carlos also felt a bit helpless about Wesley's behavior.
"Can't you stop being such a loser?"
Carlos had always been in a dilemma.
If Wesley was not taught, he would probably continue to be a loser.
But if he taught him... wouldn't that be going against his mother's wishes and bringing Wesley back into this dangerous world?
And so, Carlos had been stuck, struggling, and unable to make a choice.
If it weren't for Morin's arrival, he would have only made a choice after discovering Sloan's use of the loom, falling out with Sloan, and leaving the Fraternity.
But now, he had to, and was willing to, make a choice earlier.
Because now, he had a much better option.
"I know this might seem a bit sudden, but for an assassin, using fate is the one thing that cannot be tolerated."
Before Morin could speak, Carlos continued.
"Besides... I've been tired for so many years. I've been looking for a way to get out of this world, but I've always been without hope."
"It wasn't until you found me a little while ago that I slowly started to realize that the only way to become a normal person and leave this world is to destroy this world."
"You have shown me hope. The Templars, embracing
order... Only by bringing order back to the world can we completely destroy this world that has been ruled by assassins!"
"The Templars will bring the holy fire of hope to this world!"
Carlos said with great passion.
But he was met with a long silence from Morin.
Morin: "..."
"What... what's wrong?"
Carlos asked, a little nervously breaking the silence.
"Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"No, no, nothing is wrong. What you said was excellent," Morin said with emotion, patting Carlos on the shoulder.
"It was wonderful. The choice I made was correct!"
"Sure enough, an assassin who betrays their organization to become a Templar is the person who understands the Templars the most!"
"I have decided. You will be in charge of the slogans for our Templar organization from now on!"
Assassin master = veteran Templar. This equation was indeed correct. If he wasn't a veteran Templar, he
couldn't have said something so profound!
Morin hadn't even passed on the fire yet, and Carlos was
already voluntarily starting the fire himself!
"Huh?" Carlos was stunned. "No, Morin, don't!"
Carlos was panicking.
"Cough, cough. Just kidding. Don't worry, I'm more skilled at writing slogans than you," Morin said, waving his hand.
He stopped joking and asked with a serious expression, "So, when do you plan on getting in touch with Wesley?"
"Do we have to?" Carlos was timid again.
"If you want your son to be taken by the Fraternity, trained, and even misled into becoming our enemy, while you're becoming a Templar and fighting the Fraternity," Morin said with a shrug, "then go ahead."
"...Okay, fine..." Carlos said. "Do you have a plan?"
Morin: "???"
"Wait, Wesley isn't my son. You're the one who's going to go get him, not me!" Morin said in confusion.
"Why are you asking me what I have planned?"
"It's because I don't have a plan, so I'm asking for your opinion!" Carlos said with a straight face.
"You really are..." Morin sighed, but he also understood Carlos's predicament.
"Okay, then, as the guide who led you into the Templar organization, let me give you a detailed plan!"
...
Wesley had been feeling like someone was watching him these past few days.
However, every time he had that feeling of being watched, he would look in the direction the feeling was coming from, but he could never see anything.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at all.
This made him think that his anxiety was acting up again.
Just like now.
Wesley was walking down a dark street.
He had just finished working overtime at the behest of his unreasonable fat boss and was only now going home late at night.
His body was exhausted, his stomach was empty from not having eaten dinner yet, and the mental fatigue from enduring his fat boss's verbal attacks had put him in an
extremely negative mood.
And it was at this moment
Wesley suddenly felt that feeling again, the feeling of being watched in the dark.
Hoo... hoo...
Wesley's breathing became ragged.
His heart rate sped up, his blood pumped, and he felt like his vision was starting to overlap.
The things he saw and the sounds he heard began to slow down.
"Damn..." Wesley leaned weakly against a wall and took out a bottle of sedative pills from his pocket, but when he opened it, he found that the bottle was empty.
"Fack!" Wesley threw the bottle away, stood up, and started walking forward.
However, the distance that was usually not very long felt incredibly long this time, especially with that feeling of being watched that he couldn't get rid of.
Hoo... Wesley suddenly looked up, following the direction of his gaze.
In his slowed-down vision, he saw a piece of clothing flash around a corner and disappear!
Someone really was watching him!
"Who is it..."
Wesley felt like his body was no longer under his control. He walked with large strides and then small ones, stumbling toward the corner.
But this time, the alley was the same as the countless times he had experienced before.
There was no one there.
"Who is it! Who's there!" Wesley yelled in frustration.
"Come out!"
After venting his emotions, Wesley lay on the ground, a little helpless, breathing heavily to slow down his fast heart rate.
He hadn't eaten, had no energy, had activated his high-consumption assassin bloodline, and was stressed and tired. The fact that Wesley hadn't passed out yet proved one thing.
He was a true prodigy.
Just then, footsteps sounded, slowly getting closer to Wesley.
Wesley was startled and tried to sit up.
But before he could sit up, the person who made the
footsteps had already arrived in front of him.
"Don't move." The person was wearing a ski mask and pointing a gun at Wesley.
"Wesley, I've been watching you for a long time."
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