Within three days, Jacob and Evie had become the most wanted criminals in Inner London, and the area had come under heavy patrol by policemen and soldiers. They knew all these were the work of Marcello de Vita, an Italian Master Templar.

In the three days, Rook spies had been dispatched to find out the identities of the three Templar assassins who had ambushed Jacob and Evie. So far only the identity of the fifty-something year old man who had been equipped with the walking stick weapon had been discovered.

The man was Sir Charles Lemington, a retired Major in the British Army who had also been knighted. As of late Sir Lemington had become addicted to gambling and spent nearly half of his free time at Brooks's, a popular gentlemen's club.

That night, Jacob left the tavern and made his way to the gentlemen's club, which was located at St James' Street. On the way Jacob encountered many policemen and soldier, but all of them did not recognise him due to it being dark.

He waited patiently outside the gentlemen's club, until Sir Lemington left it. He did eventually, but by then it was midnight. Sir Lemington was staggering around, and Jacob immediately knew he was drunk. But Sir Lemington only had a little bit of difficulty walking, which meant that he was just slightly drunk.

Jacob followed Sir Lemington, being careful not to be spotted by him and any patrols, waiting for the correct time to strike. Soon Sir Lemington entered a deserted alleyway, with no patrols in the vicinity. That was when Jacob struck.

From afar, Jacob fired a sleeping dart at Sir Lemington. As Sir Lemington collapsed onto the ground, unconscious, Jacob walked slowly up to him. By the time he arrived Sir Lemington was starting to regain consciousness, as the sleeping dart only lasted for a short period.

He was stunned to see Jacob in front of him, but recovered quickly. "Well, well, if it isn't the escaped wanted prisoner, Jacob Frye."

Jacob released his Hidden Blade, letting Sir Lemington get a clear view of the ejected blade. "Who were the other two Templar assassins?"

"What if I don't want to tell you their names?" Sir Lemington smiled coldly. "If you dare take a step closer I will shout, and I am very certain either policemen or soldiers will be rushing here to arrest you."

Jacob bent down and took one step forward, then scooping Sir Lemington's body with one hand. As Sir Lemington shouted, Jacob used his free hand to stop him from speaking, and pulled him along until they reached the side of the alleyway, which was sheltered above by scaffolding.

When the two soldiers arrived at the alleyway, they saw nothing, due to Jacob's and Sir Lemington's position being hidden by darkness. After a few seconds of scanning the alleyway, the soldiers looked at each other, shrugged, and left the area.

Moving the Hidden Blade up to Sir Lemington's throat, Jacob asked, "Who were the other two?"

Sir Lemington might have been more than twenty years Jacob's senior, but he still was a relatively good fighter. Elbowing Jacob hard in his stomach, Sir Lemington grabbed Jacob's other hand and threw it aside. He was now free from Jacob's grip.

He reacted quickly, using a hand to spin Sir Lemington around and slashing him in the stomach with the Hidden Blade. Jacob then brought him down to his knees with a hard slap on his back.

Sir Charles Lemington coughed out blood before saying, "Miranda Proudmoore and Arthur Menethil."

Jacob gripped on Sir Lemington's elbow, using it to push him on the ground, lying on his side. Sir Lemington grunted in pain. "It's true!"

"You had better be," Jacob said as he walked away, leaving Sir Lemington there. He would let luck decide Sir Lemington's fate this time.

A few days later, Jacob's spies had found out more about the two names Sir Lemington had given him. It turned out that luck had decided Sir Lemington had to die.

Miranda Proudmoore was better known in the English underworld as the Proud Burglar, who was a master at housebreaking. She was in her mid-twenties, and had been living a life of crime for a long while.

Arthur Menethil was originally a high-ranking officer in the City of London Police, but quit a few years ago to become a mercenary, as he had felt being a mercenary would earn him more money. Arthur suffered from both anisocoria and heterochromia, and Evie was incredibly surprised to hear that.

"Legend speaks of men known as Sages, human reincarnations of a member of the First Civilisation member named Aita. They are all born with memories of Aita, and look very similar to him. Their most distinctive feature is that they have a combination of Anisocoria and Heterochromia. There are more than one sage alive on this planet at any given time."

"So that is justification that we can kill Arthur, then?" Jacob said with a grin.

Evie smiled. "With or without justification, both of them will be killed. The reason is simple, for the good of humanity."

"But mostly us," Jacob said with a chuckle.