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"First, I need to clarify one thing."
Eric stepped down from the stage, and Morin took his place, appearing directly on the live broadcast.
He looked into the camera.
Calm. Composed.
"This operation is purely an individual action by the Templar Knights and has no connection to any government department."
His tone was serious. His expression was straight.
He made it sound absolutely true.
Which, ironically, made it harder for any normal person to believe.
Morin did this on purpose.
He had said he wouldn't involve the U.S. government or any other governments-but why would he be that kind?
Let them sit back and reap the benefits?
Morin wasn't a saint. He wasn't a bleeding heart.
If they wanted benefits, they had to put in effort.
He wasn't about to give them the same treatment as the High Table-live broadcasts, recognition, tacit protection-while they paid nothing.
As for whether the U.S. government would come knocking afterward-
First, they weren't stupid enough to push the Templar Knights toward the High Table.
Second, even if they demanded an explanation later, was there anything wrong with what he just said?
On the surface, his words were flawless.
Across the United States, countless people laughed, the heavy atmosphere from earlier instantly broken.
"Now," Morin continued, "for the main speech."
"I believe most of you already know of the High Table."
"And you know what kind of organization it is."
"So what I want to say is this-"
"Since the High Table scorns the law, ignores rules, and destroys order..."
"Then as guardians of order, the Templar Knights will fight against them."
"This battle has nothing to do with any country."
"It has nothing to do with profit."
"It is a battle for faith."
Morin spoke smoothly, without hesitation.
...
At the same time, in the Sahara Desert.
Under the Elder's pressure, Sloan finally nodded.
"I know what this is about!"
"You won't cry until you see the coffin," the Elder said coldly. "Speak."
"It's dormant," Sloan said quickly. "Only a servant of Fate can activate it."
"How?" the Elder pressed. "By 'servant of Fate,' do you mean an assassin?"
"That... I'm not sure," Sloan admitted. "The Fraternity's texts are vast. I only skimmed them. I don't remember everything."
The Elder's hidden blade slid toward Sloan's head.
"I know!" Sloan shouted in panic. "With the blood of an Assassin Master!"
"The blood of an Assassin Master?" The Elder stopped. "I am one. I've already tried."
"You..." Sloan hesitated. "Your name is...?"
"Ezio Auditore."
"Then maybe..." Sloan ventured carefully. "If I remember correctly, Auditore is a European surname. And you're clearly a bit dark-"
"I got a tan!" Ezio snapped, instantly furious, like someone had touched a nerve.
"And you're darker than I am!"
"Yes, yes! You're right!" Sloan raised his hands immediately.
"Then it must be something else! Like... the reason you left the Fraternity of Assassins?"
"...You're saying you could activate it?" Ezio asked, suppressing his anger.
"I'm not sure," Sloan said, extending his hand cautiously. "Why don't we try with my blood?"
Ezio looked at him, then sneered and put the Apple of Eden away.
"Don't even think about it. Even if I don't know what it does, I'm not letting you try."
"Elder," a subordinate stepped forward and whispered something.
"What?" Ezio's expression changed.
"Bring me a television."
"Find out where the broadcast is coming from."
"Send people to sabotage it."
With money and power, even watching TV in the middle of the Sahara was trivial.
The screen lit up.
Morin's speech continued.
"I believe many of you have been harmed by the High Table, in one way or another."
"Some of you lost family."
"Some lost spouses."
"Some lost even more."
"I see hatred in your eyes."
"Fear."
"Anger."
"And something deeper."
"But you never fought back."
"Or rather, those who tried were quickly crushed-because they lacked power."
"Was it fear?"
"Disappointment?"
"Anger?"
"I believe you know the answers better than I do."
"Today, I'm not here to accuse anyone."
"The High Table reached this point because-regardless of your position..."
"Ordinary citizens."
"Politicians."
"Judges."
"Police officers."
"We are all responsible."
"Destruction of order became normal."
"No one cared."
"The rules of those who destroyed order became the new 'order.'"
"A massive net that trapped everyone."
"The world lost its balance."
"Darkness covered the land."
"And I-Morin, a Templar Knight-will lead the Templar Knights to carve out a path for you."
"We are Templar Knights."
"And we fight to protect order."
"From this moment on-anyone listed on the High Table's bounty board..."
"If you come to us, we will accept your employment."
"To protect order."
"And eliminate those who destroyed it first."
"The price of employment will match the corresponding High Table bounty."
"All employment information will be publicly displayed on this website."
"At the same time, the former New York Continental Hotel-now the Templar Knights' headquarters-will publicly announce all missions in real time and handle offline operations."
"This takes effect immediately."
"As of today."
"As of now."
"We accept employment."
"And donations."
"All funds will be stored in these bank accounts."
"Every transaction will be publicly visible in real time."
"Open to everyone's supervision."
"But we alone are not enough."
"I hope those of you who carry hatred in your hearts will stand up."
"Join us."
"Become part of us."
"And finally..."
Morin looked directly into the camera.
"I see you, Elder of the High Table," he said, grinning.
"Wait for me."
"I'll knock on your door myself."
"Bang!"
Ezio kicked the television over.
"Put a bounty on him!" he roared.
"Do whatever it takes to disrupt the Templar Knights!"
"Hurry!"
As the leader who had built the High Table into what it was today, Ezio understood something very clearly.
This move-
Was fundamental.