Chapter 820: Priest
To avoid being seen by the apartment manager, Zhang Heng and Dadatis still left through the window.
Dadatis had left a small boat in the Tiber River below, just large enough to hold two people.
When Zhang Heng climbed into the boat, he found there were no oars inside. He asked the Persian Old Trainer across from him, "How are we supposed to go?"
"Relax. We just need to drift downstream with the current." As he spoke, the Old Trainer untied the mooring rope.
The next moment, the little boat began floating downstream under the pull of the current.
Zhang Heng and Dadatis sat at opposite ends of the boat, one at the bow and the other at the stern.
The Tiber River at night lacked the bustle and prosperity of its daytime banks, but it possessed a beauty of its own. The star-filled sky reflected in the water like a transparent ribbon set with agates. The moon's reflection rippled with the wake raised by the boat, shattering before gathering together again.
"You were right not to come looking for me during the day." The old Persian Trainer at the stern suddenly spoke. "Things haven't been very safe outside lately. We should reduce unnecessary meetings as much as possible, especially in front of outsiders. Remember to pretend you don't know me."
"Hm?"
"Do you remember the enemy of the Blade of Balance I told you about before?"
"Oh, the traitor who joined forces with Octavian two hundred years ago? I seem to recall you saying he created an assassin organization structured much like the Blade of Balance, one specifically meant to oppose the Blade of Balance."
"Yes. It is called the Hounds," Dadatis said. "Over the past two hundred years, we have clashed with them many times,