After hanging up, Sloan listened to the dial tone from the other end and fell into a daze.
Had his actions been discovered?
Did the Templar Knights know what he had done and tell Fox?
Then, what would happen next...
Faced with a leader who had betrayed fate, as well as an unheard-of hostile organization from ancient times, how would the assassins of the Brotherhood choose?
Sloan did not want to gamble, nor did he dare to.
Snapping out of his daze, Sloan's eyes turned sharp. He rose to his feet and headed toward the secret chamber where the Loom of Fate stood.
He had to create some favorable conditions for himself before what might happen next happened!
"It's just a machine..." Sloan muttered. Following the method recorded in the ancient texts he had found before, he once again operated the Loom of Fate, making it weave according to his will and write the names he wanted into the fabric through special codes!
"Fox, Carlos, the Gunsmith, the Butcher..." Sloan entered the name codes one by one. "And finally... me."
"Sloan Kenway..."
"Congratulations, sir. After confirmation, you have completed your Assessment Mission. You are now an official assassin of the Continental Hotel and may enjoy all services available to you."
Inside the Continental Hotel, Charon spoke to Zhou Yi with refined courtesy at the front desk. "At the same time, I must repeat once more, sir: fighting and bloodshed are absolutely forbidden within the Continental Hotel."
"Alright, I understand." Zhou Yi nodded, idly turning the slightly oversized marker in his hand. "What is this?"
"This is your Blood Contract, sir. Every assassin possesses one. If someone holds your Blood Contract, then no matter what they ask you to do, you must complete it. Once it is done, the debt