In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

This city is both strange and familiar to Hans.

When he was summoned, he had just left the recruit camp and was selected as a reserve knight because of his excellent training performance. He had not yet truly set foot on the battlefield.

It hasn't been a few years since now.

Looking at the dense and tall chimneys in the industrial area in the distance, you will feel familiar, but the people and architectural style here are far from Prussia.

His eyes were fixed on the wall calendar in the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the date on it.

He thought to himself that at this time, he had not entered the recruit camp yet.

The sign of the tavern in front of him showed a scantily clad girl holding a wine glass and handing it to him in front of the tavern.

This was the base of a relatively famous Saluzzo intelligence dealer that he found out about.

If you want to find your Excellency and other colleagues as soon as possible, spending money to buy information is the easiest choice.

Open the door and walk into the tavern.

The warmth that hit my face dispelled the chill caused by the wind and rain all over my body.

A roaring fire was burning in the tavern's fireplace.

Hans twitched his nose. The smell in the tavern was very complex, including the smell of sweat, inferior perfume, alcohol, and the residual smell of vomit. But with the werewolf's powerful sense of smell, he was able to capture the most familiar one immediately. share.

Your Excellency once settled here!

Hans looked around but could not find Lothar - unfortunately it was raining heavily today.

The rain will cover up the smell, and it will be impossible to find the adults with your own sensitive sense of smell.

He came to the bar and tapped the table with two fingers: Have a drink.

The bartender looked at his somewhat familiar movements, his expression condensed, and then he greeted him enthusiastically: Man, it's not good for your health to come to drink so early. There is a new potato stew soup, do you want to try it?

Hans swallowed subconsciously. The smell of meat from the kitchen was indeed very tempting, but he knew that business was important, so he said straight to the point: I'm looking for someone.

Hans handed over his salary, a gold coin with a man's face on it.

This is a gold coin exchanged from Lothar's Trophy Mall. It is the hard currency of the Transjordan border area. When exchanged for ordinary gold coins, the price will often increase by 20%.

The bartender's expression condensed and he said calmly: Where did this ancient coin come from? I have never seen this person.

Hans said seriously: You should know the price of deceiving me, Mr. Werewolf.

The bartender seemed to have no interest in hiding it, and stared at a pair of dead eyes with dark circles: This pure-blood gentleman, if you know the rules, you should know how to ask for information from an intelligence dealer like me. Tell me your family name first.

I don't have a family.

Hans said honestly.

As a knight, integrity is the basic conduct.

Moreover, Hans knew that it was very difficult to pretend to be a family member.

It's just like the slang used by people in the East. If you don't match one sentence, you will be judged to be lying.

It is better to speak out than to be exposed as a lie.

No family? Are you a wanderer?

The bartender's expression suddenly became colder.

There are no loners in the wolf clan. If you are born into a family, there is no possibility of quitting.

In a family, even the weakest wolf will get his due position, even if he is just in charge of a simple grocery store, being a salesman with low risk and no future.

In other words, the wandering werewolf who was expelled from the family must have his own problems.

Either he is a traitor, or he has committed an unforgivable sin.

This is also the reason why the Basilicata family takes in those wandering wolf tribes and is regarded by the traditional wolf tribes of the Two Sicilies as abandoning tradition.

The bartender pointed unceremoniously in the direction of the door: Tramps are not welcome here.

Hans sighed softly: It seems that in every world, the people of the same race I meet for the first time will end up fighting.

His figure quickly grew taller, his muzzle elongated, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a fierce werewolf with silver-gray hair.

Behind the bar.

The bartender slammed the oak wine glass in his hand on the table, and his body was quickly covered with black hair.

Compared to Hans, his werewolf incarnation is taller, but obviously not as elegant and noble as Hans's hair.

He said in a cold tone: This is the property of the Sassari family. You must think clearly about the consequences before taking action.

Hans said solemnly: I just want to know the whereabouts of this person.

There was a trace of contempt on the face of the bartender's werewolf: I said, wanderers are not welcome here. Either get out, or live the rest of your life being hunted by our Sassari family.

I originally wanted to resolve the issue peacefully.

But it seems that you mistook my modesty for cowardice. Among the wolves, minions still have to do the talking.

The humility on Hans's face disappeared.

A trace of violence rose between his brows.

The werewolf's wild nature broke the chivalric creed he once abided by.

Just heard a loud noise.

Hans had already grabbed the bartender by the collar with one hand, pulled him out from behind the bar, raised his hands high, and slammed him to the ground.

He was unyielding and lifted up the heavy solid wood table and chair next to him, then smashed it down hard.

Once, twice, three times!

It wasn't until the tables and chairs fell apart that he pulled the bartender up again with blood on his face.

Can we talk now?

…

The sound of rain became louder and louder, drowning out the sounds of fierce fighting coming from the alley.

Lothar was not repelled by the opponent's violent offensive, just like when he was sparring with Cellinina. Although he was on the defensive, he was able to defend with ease and airtight.

This man's fighting skills are exactly the same as Cellinina's, both of them belong to the Saluzzo school.

It's just that both in terms of speed and skill, she is far inferior to Cellinina.

Because of his experience in dealing with it, even if the opponent's strength and agility were superior to his own, Lothar still did not fall at a disadvantage with only his weakest melee strength.

The shining cross sword attached to the Dragon Core Noble Phantasm suddenly turned into a red iron bar, drawing a red light and striking in the direction where the werewolf was about to attack.

The sword failed, and the rain fell on it, making a hissing sound.

The werewolf retreated in embarrassment. Under the locks of hair on his chest that were wetted by the rain, the hot steam steamed his skin like cooked prawns.

With this sword in hand, it would be too foul for Lothar to fight against enemies like werewolves who rely on minions as weapons.

Keng.

The sound of gold and iron played.

Lothar held the hilt of the cross sword with both hands, using his wrist as the axis, and lifted it up fiercely.

The splashing sparks only lit up for a moment in the raindrops, and were extinguished by the cold rain.

A row of broken claws fell to the ground.

The red light representing the flame gradually faded from the sharp blade in Lothar's hand.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the werewolf opposite.

Is this the level of the Saluzzo family's horns?

Compared with Hans, the strength of this pure-blood wolf is much inferior.

If it was Cellinina who used all her strength, she would probably be able to kill her instantly with one move.

From this point of view, the gap between the centurions and the elite wolf clan is still very huge.

My strength is indeed not worth mentioning, but your strength does not qualify you to say such things.

The werewolf's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong: If it weren't for that magic sword, I would have taken off your head long ago.

I'm not just good at close combat.

Lothar's fingers traced across the blade of the sword, and clusters of flames suddenly ignited on the blade - there was no magic-blocking gold in this world. He relied on his attainments in fire magic to be able to deal with many people.

The werewolf sneered: You want to scare me away with this?

Lothar said sincerely:

I have no such plan, I just want to tell you that if I can support you in time, at least I can kill a centurion for Chelinina. Although Chelinina is not a member of your race, we have been together for so many years. , there should be some emotion, right?

The werewolf was slightly startled. He was silent for a moment and said, Then just step on my body. If you really have the strength of a centurion, you won't be able to waste much energy in dealing with me.

Lothar asked: What's the point of such a meaningless sacrifice?

The expression on the werewolf's face was a bit complicated. He clenched his fists, and from the second knuckle of each finger, two rows of bloodshot bone spurs popped out with a clang.

You who don't have a family won't understand.

Before he finished speaking, he quickly rushed towards Lothar again.

Water splashed on the ground.

Seeing that Lothar was about to block with his sword, the werewolf's charging momentum suddenly changed direction. His legs were on the wall of the alley, and his whole body was like a cannonball, and he was fiercely attacking Lothar. Smash it hard.

In Lothar's body, the blood waterfall had already stimulated his Dragonborn bloodline. At this moment, it stimulated part of the bloodline's power again, causing his speed to suddenly increase a lot.

The scorching blade penetrated the werewolf's abdomen, and the high temperature sealed the wound in an instant, while also burning his internal organs.

Lothar passed by the werewolf.

boom--

He fell to his knees, the pain on his face mixed with a hint of joy.

He murmured in a low voice: Go and save Cherinina. She is heading towards the bell tower. There is a secret road leading outside the city.

Why?

The werewolf's body gradually degenerated into human form, with a hint of helplessness in his amber eyes: Saluzzo cannot disobey the wolf master. Having the young master alone is already a huge disaster.

Lothar looked slightly startled.

He said Okay, let's go and then pulled out the cross sword in his hand.

The last trace of sparkle in the werewolf's eyes disappeared.

Lothar looked at the landmark building that was originally his destination. That should be the clock tower that the werewolf called.

He picked up a black umbrella from the ground that was spinning along the water flow on the fence of the drainage ditch without being able to get inside. He shook off the water droplets on it, held it up, and walked towards the bell tower. .

As Lothar got closer, he could clearly hear that the bell tower in the rain curtain made a clear sound every time the heavy hands moved.

Every entrance to this street has been blocked by a group of men in gray suits.