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Morin expected Carlos to immediately turn serious and say something like, So you're the legendary Templar Knight, the mortal enemy of us assassins, or something along those lines.
Instead, the scene went quiet.
Not just for a second.
After a while, Carlos frowned and asked cautiously, "Are you talking about the... Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon?"
"No. I'm not talking about that," Morin said, shaking his head, a little helpless.
"It seems you assassins have done a good job concealing the existence of the Templar Knights..."
"What?" Carlos said. He clearly didn't understand what Morin was talking about.
"Alright. Looks like I need to play history teacher today. But before that..." Morin pointed at the gun in Carlos's hand.
"Put it away. Let's get a drink. We can talk while we're at it."
...
"Are you telling the truth?" Carlos asked after Morin finished explaining the history of the Templar Knights and the Fraternity of Assassins.
"But I know nothing about any of this."
"The Templar Knights declined because of the assassins' 'Loom of Fate,'" Morin said with a shrug.
"Can you imagine the damage caused when something that decides who must die is placed under someone's control?"
"Under control?" Carlos's pupils contracted slightly.
"The names are generated by a special code," Morin said calmly.
"And anything coded can be deciphered. And manipulated."
"When the assassins started using that mechanism, they broke their own rules and began ruthlessly targeting the Templar Knights."
"The Templar Knights didn't even have time to respond. Their elders were wiped out in large numbers. Starting at a massive disadvantage, combined with internal divisions..."
"After thousands of years of conflict, they were completely defeated."
"So... you're..." Carlos hesitated.
"I'm probably the last Templar Knight in this world," Morin said.
"That's why I came to find you."
"But I'm an assassin."
"Assassin? No." Morin shook his head.
"When the assassins altered the Loom of Fate and added 'profit' to their goals, they stopped being assassins. They became killers."
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is fundamental," Morin said seriously.
"Assassins act for belief. Killers act for money."
"So in my view, the Fraternity of Assassins today should be called the 'Killers' Alliance.'"
"We've always followed the guidance of the Loom of Fate," Carlos argued.
"Oh? I don't quite believe that."
Morin finished the wine in his glass and asked the waiter for paper and a pen.
He wrote down his newly acquired phone number and handed it to Carlos.
"I don't want a pointless argument. And I'm not going to force you to help me or join the Templar Knights."
"So I'll let you see for yourself."
"If you believe the Fraternity still follows the Loom of Fate, then fine," Morin said.
"Go back. Find a way to get a list of recent assassination targets and send it to me."
"I'll investigate the financial motives and relationships behind those names."
"Evidence can be faked."
"Do you not trust your own judgment and observation skills, Assassin Master?" Morin asked with a quiet chuckle.
"The reason I'm not asking you to investigate yourself is simple."
"Have you ever considered who is controlling the Loom of Fate within the Fraternity right now, if what I'm saying is true?"
"Sloan..." Carlos muttered. Old details surfaced in his mind.
"Those inside are biased. Outsiders see more clearly," Morin said.
"This alone might make you question things, but it's still not enough."
"And the real reason I don't want you investigating is this."
"If you move too much and get discovered, Sloan will put your name on the Loom of Fate."
Morin spoke slowly.
"Even as an Assassin Master, you'd struggle against that kind of pursuit."
"But if you get discovered..." Carlos asked subconsciously, then stopped.
"If I get discovered, you shouldn't worry about me," Morin said with a laugh.
"You should worry about the people sent to kill me."
"I'm far stronger than you imagine."
"If that's the case..." Carlos asked, "Why not confront them directly?"
"Because my goal isn't to destroy the Fraternity of Assassins," Morin said.
"I want to correct their mistakes. And fix some of what's wrong with this world."
"That sounds like something a religious fanatic would say," Carlos said, frowning.
"The Templar Knights have always been firm atheists," Morin replied.
"I just want to restore balance and order to a chaotic world."
"That's why I can't do this alone."
"I need to spread the glory of the Templar Knights again."
"So, Carlos," Morin said, "pass the torch-no."
"Once you've confirmed the truth inside the Fraternity, join the Templar Knights and bring proper order back to this world."
"..." Carlos was silent for a moment.
"Isn't that just another form of proselytizing?"
"Of course not. Our purpose is fundamentally different," Morin said, giving him a disdainful look.
"And if you can, you should also find time to meet your son."
At a moment like this, shouldn't you be pledging loyalty? Morin sighed inwardly.
To be honest, he wasn't a Templar Knight who truly believed in order.
But after reading the records in Revelation and interpreting the system's explanation of the Templar Knight profession, Morin had reached a conclusion.
If he wanted to make serious money with this class, he had to recruit people and rebuild the Templar Knights.
This step was unavoidable.