God of Murder and Assassins

God of Murder and Assassins

Although he had only caught a brief glimpse earlier, Zhang Heng's powers of observation had still let him retain several key details. Especially after the Old Trainer's reminder, he recalled even more.

"She... seemed to be barefoot, and she had a dagger in her hand. The dagger's hilt was carved with an eagle's head. Also, there was a string of keys threaded on a vine hanging from her waist."

"How many keys were there?" the Old Trainer continued.

"I didn't count. Three... no, there should have been four," Zhang Heng paused. "Other than the corridor connected to the outdoor hot bath, is there any other way out of here?"

"I come here to bathe often. As far as I know, there isn't a second exit," the Old Trainer replied.

"So you mean she just vanished into thin air?"

This time, the Old Trainer did not answer Zhang Heng's question. Instead, he spoke an unfamiliar name. "Keleisi."

"Who is that?"

"The woman in the black robe you encountered," said the Old Trainer. "Based on your description, it should have been Keleisi herself. She is the God of Murder and Assassins, in charge of the delicate balance between all things, walking between chaos and order. You were lucky. Keleisi rarely appears before people, so few in this world have seen her. As for what she looks like, you would be better off not knowing. Everyone who has seen her face is no longer in this world."

"Why have I never heard her divine name?" Zhang Heng frowned.

To confirm the old man in Tang suit's identity, he had crammed some mythology knowledge beforehand and had a fair understanding of the ancient Romans' beliefs. Rome had a rather mixed worship of divine names. Many of the ancient Roman