A reporter trained by Assassins

The life of the young orphan Valentine Augustin Léroux Ynigov had never been so lucky as when he had become the famous reporter Tintin.

He never before had thought to become someone very famous, on being the enemy of more than five powerful men, nor much less to be a kind of adventurous detective who travelled all over the world, a detective who has the favor of political leaders, artists and people just as powerful as their enemies.

He never thought that being a reporter would bring him a brilliant career that left him many friends, numerous enemies and beautiful personal and professional satisfactions.

However, those doors could never being open if it had not been for the well kept secret that he had behind himself. A secret that even the people so closer to him never could figure it out albeit that it would sound like a strange conspiracy or surreal theory...

A secret that encloses a bloody war between two powerful groups for centuries, maybe millennias.

Tintin knew that anytime he will need to had to let out that secret in order of the new threats posed in his loved ones. He knew he had to rely on his hidden skills to be able to protect the life of everything that surrounded him. Sadly, if those kind of events will happen, he would have to embrace once and for all the creed that forged him and with which he maintains a safe distance at any time.

A creed under which he was trained since he was an eight years old boy; the creed that was remained in his family's memory and which had been passed down from generation to generation; the creed that he professes and understand very well as great hidden characters of history have done...

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. That was the recitation of the creed.

That's the Assassin's Creed.

And Tintin, the famous Belgian reporter, was one of them... A reporter trained by assassins.

- Mentor.

Tintin, 45 years old, turned to a man dressed in a white shirt with hood, white pants with a red belt whose buckle the Brotherhood's insignia, and black boots...

- Yes? – he replied.

- Sir, Peter Gynt is awaiting for you in Hagya Sofia.

- Good... I will go there soon. You can retire.

- Thank you, Mentor.

The Assassin made a slight nod of the head and withdrew, leaving at the Mentor of the Assassins to prepare himself for another day of battle for the freedom of the mankind.