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

The road leading to the bell tower was cordoned off by those in gray suits.

With an air of keeping strangers away, they stood within the cordon and looked around at the pedestrians passing by.

Some gray suits have bulging waists, obviously equipped with firearms of this era.

Some also wore sheathed swords, or simply used their bare hands.

They rolled up their sleeves and exposed eye-catching wolf head tattoos on their forearms.

Because he briefly learned about it from Cellinina, he knew that this was the emblem of the Yaksi family.

Yaksi and Saluzzo...

Lothar thought again of the Saluzzo wolf that had just died in his hands.

Although the so-called twelve families were forcibly kneaded together by the Wolf Lord, they certainly could not be an unbreakable alliance.

There are by no means a few careerists like Cellinina's father who are dissatisfied with the status quo.

For example, now, Lothar doesn't believe that the Saluzzo family will have no idea when they see the Yaksi family showing off their power in their own territory.

It's nothing more than daring to be angry but not speaking out.

If some wolves can be persuaded to side with the Basilicata family,

Lothar felt as if he had grasped the key to defeating the enemy in this trial.

But as soon as he thought about it, he realized that for the Twelve Wolves except for the Basilicata and Yaksi families who were fighting in person, they would only stand on the side of the winner, just like letting bullets fly. Here, the same as the common people in Goose City.

Even if they were oppressed by Huang Silang, they would never have mustered up the courage to resist if Huang Silang's fake body hadn't been beaten to death.

What's more, compared to the common people at the bottom, these families are property owners, have big families and big businesses, and are naturally willing to compromise.

Lothar sighed softly, returned to a grocery store at the back, and took out the trophy he had just obtained - a large banknote.

He bought himself a pack of cigarettes, held it in his mouth deftly, lit it, and held up a black umbrella, just like a leisurely passerby, walking past those in gray suits without changing his expression.

The people in gray suits glanced at him and saw that although he was approaching, he quickly detoured to somewhere else, so they no longer cared.

The most important thing at the moment was to rendezvous with the retinue, but Lothar was in no hurry to rescue Cellinina.

Combat records are a re-enactment of history. Chelinina was able to escape the pursuit of the Yaksi family before, and she can still do it now.

After all, Lothar had just given her a level of improvement before the combat record began.

He was holding a black umbrella and standing on a stone bridge over an inner city river that had become somewhat turbulent due to a large amount of rainwater.

He leaned against the railing and snapped his fingers.

Hailong has the ability to make waves, but Lothar only inherited the ability to make waves. In the past, it was always used with the dragon's breath to create the effect of wind assisting fire.

But in fact, the ability to create wind is not weak in certain situations.

A strong wind rose.

Ice-cold raindrops hit the umbrella in Lothar's hand, and the sound of rain was as dense as a drum beat.

He saw the top hats of men in suits being blown into the air and spinning towards the water.

Some were in gray suits holding onto their umbrellas so tightly that their umbrellas were blown over by the sudden strong wind.

It's really embarrassing.

Looking at Lothar from a distance, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

He had discovered before that the insistence on respectability of these Two Sicilian wolves seemed to be engraved in their bones. Not only the wolves, but also ordinary people.

The wolves are obviously the most brutal and vulgar in the legendary novels, but in this world, they seem to have reversed roles with the vampires of the Blood Court. After ruling mankind for many years, they have become high-ranking nobles.

This brief chaos immediately made the gray suits vigilant.

Someone shouted loudly, ordering the men in gray suits to ignore the umbrellas and top hats and watch carefully to prevent anyone from breaking into the blockade.

But the strong wind, rain, and gloomy weather were the best cover.

What's more, most of the Yakxi wolves guarding the outside are relatively average in strength.

Lothar easily followed the wall, and when a man in a gray suit bent down to pick up an umbrella, he passed behind him, entered the cordon, and walked along the road to the clock tower.

The process went incredibly smoothly.

At this time.

With a crisp metallic sound, the hour hand on the clock tower jumped and stopped at twelve o'clock noon.

Boom——

The melodious bells rang, announcing the time to people throughout Saluzzo.

…

Hans was asking a homeless man for news about whether he had seen Lothar. The long bell rang suddenly, causing him to subconsciously look towards the bell tower in the distance, which was a little blurry in the rain.

The tramp munched on the burrito Hans bought for him: There is a proverb in Saluzzo: If you really can't find your lost partner, go to the bell tower and wait for him.

This homeless man is a wolf, or at least he once was.

There were scabs on the top of his head after both ears were severed.

It was so bare that even the hair would no longer grow, making it look extremely ugly.

Among the wolves, this means that he is an exile.

The vast majority of Italians are unwilling to take risks and help such former family members, leaving them with no possibility of making a living. If they are lucky, they can escape on a cargo ship bound for the New World. If they are unlucky, they can only survive. Neng gradually died due to hunger and worsening injuries.

The reason for such a troublesome exile sentence is that in the tradition of the wolf clan, one must not kill one's own clansmen for any reason. Therefore, there is almost no death penalty among the wolf clans.

It’s just that there are too many things in this world that are more terrifying than death.

For many wolves who had suffered other punishments, a clean relief seemed like a mercy.

Is this proverb popular?

Since it is a proverb, how could it not be popular?

As soon as Hans said this, he felt that he had said something stupid, and quickly added: I mean, can my friends also find out about this proverb?

Who knows, maybe, maybe not. Saluzzo is not a small city. There are 300,000 residents here. Maybe you can make some big noise in other cities and serve as a signal to gather your companions, but in Saluzzo Zuo won’t work.”

Why?

Although Hans never thought about causing any damage to attract attention from the beginning to the end, he was still curious about why the wanderer said that.

You haven't heard of the reputation of the Saluzzo family, have you?

No. I told you, I don't have a family, I'm just an ordinary person who became a wolf by chance.

Haha, become?

The wanderer sneered, taking the word becoming in Hans's mouth as awakening.

There are indeed those wolves who have been living on the outside since childhood. They have no idea of ​​their origins and think that they are just ordinary people who have suffered a curse or awakened superpowers.

Your statement is as ridiculous as a handful of lunatics who have fled to the New World. We are wolves, we are born with them. We are not wolves transformed from ordinary people. You have to figure out your position, little guy.

The Wanderer thought of those lunatics who called on the wolves to live in harmony with ordinary people and treat each other as equals.

They believe that the wolf tribe evolved from ordinary people, and the two are actually the same race.

Such a statement is too deviant in the eyes of the wolf clan who pay attention to tradition.

Just like in India in later generations, a Kshatriya pointed at Brahmins and himself and claimed to people that the humble Shudras and Vaishyas were actually of the same origin as himself.

But you are no longer a wolf.

Hans looked above his head.

The wanderer was silent for a moment. He rolled up his sleeves. On it, Hans saw a tattoo of a dagger with a big cross drawn on it.

The big fork was carved out with a knife, and the bones are clearly visible.

I am originally from Saluzzo.

Every Saluzzo person is good at assassination. We are the most elite and terrifying assassin family. If you dare to make trouble in this city, I guarantee that your head will be moved soon. In Saluzzo, Don’t do things that the law doesn’t allow you to do.”

said the wanderer to Hans.

Little guy, if you have never joined the family, you are not a wanderer. Go to the wolves of Saluzzo, they will be happy to accept you. To be honest, it is not a good place to end up there, but at least I won’t bury such a good skill like yours.”

Hans was a little confused: You have been expelled from the family, and you still care about them so much?

The Wanderer fell silent again.

Once a Saluzzo, always a Saluzzo. What's more, I did something stupid and fatal.

What's up?

Hans was very curious about this.

I failed to keep an eye on the young lady and let go of a prisoner whom the Yaksi family named and wanted to hand over without authorization.

The wanderer looked a little depressed: That's the Yaxi family, the head of the Twelve Wolf Clan. I didn't expect the young lady to be so courageous.