People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 334
Gloom loomed.

The sound of rain.

The water in the drain was rushing, and the fallen leaves swirled and were sucked into the sewer by the eddy.

There are all kinds of shops along the road, and the walls are covered with graffiti of various colors.

On the factory not far away, the chimneys looked like giant beasts puffing out black clouds.

This is clearly the architectural style of the age of steam.

Lothar saw many pedestrians holding black umbrellas and wearing rain boots, walking in a hurry.

Most of them were well dressed, wearing top hats, and their clothes might be worn out and patched, but they still tried their best to keep them clean and tidy.

Suddenly thrown into a strange world, a strange city.

Lothar was at a loss for a while-of course he knew that the most important thing right now was to meet up with his followers.

But in a densely populated city, it is really difficult to find a few specific people.

He raised his head and looked carefully at the several tall buildings standing in the rain. The tallest one is obviously a landmark building in Saluzzo. If everyone has a good understanding, it should be the best place to meet.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and both sides of the road were crowded with pedestrians sheltering from the rain.

Their faces are very distinct, just like real living people, each of them has a fresh life, representing a full or boring life.

Lothar saw a tall, thin man light a match, light a cigarette under the awning of the shop, and puff.

This novel scene, which was very different from the Middle Ages, made Lothar unable to look away.

Strictly speaking, this is actually a world created by oneself, but it is far more perfect than the one constructed by oneself.

Even if you can't complete the trial this time, it's worth it as a vacation.

He thought so.

Because he was in a daze, a high-speed carriage passed by him.

He couldn't dodge it in time, and jumped to the side of the road in a hurry, but his trouser legs were still splashed wet.

He didn't bring an umbrella when he came out, and he was already drenched thoroughly, and it wouldn't make the situation worse if he got wet.

On the carriage, the man in the fisherman's hat turned his head and grinned with yellow teeth, mocking his embarrassment mercilessly.

I really want to beat him up!
Lothar clenched his fists.

But the carriage had already drifted away, and he didn't want to waste his time because of such a trivial matter, so he continued to walk along the street towards the tall building.

His footsteps were fast, and the icy rain hit him, but he didn't feel much chill.

The blood of the dragon descendants, as well as the resistance brought by high physical strength, made Lothar already invulnerable to cold and heat.

It's just that as he was walking, there was a sudden sense of prying eyes behind him.

Lothar didn't turn back hastily, but suddenly "accidentally" stepped into the puddle.

He complained endlessly, squatted down on the steps by the side of the road, took off his boots and poured out the water inside.

Using the cover of this movement, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a man holding a black umbrella was following behind him.

The black umbrella in his hand covered most of his face, and he didn't seem to be a good tracker, just following behind him ostentatiously.

After Lothar stopped, he also stopped, but pretended to take out a pocket watch to watch the time.

Lothar put on his boots, quickened his pace, and turned into an alley not far away.

There were no footsteps behind her.

Lothar still moved forward without haste.

The condition of the road in the alley is even worse. Some red bricks have become loose, and when you step on it, you can hear the sound of water being squeezed out of the gap.

"Are you a friend of Cellina?"

A man in a gray suit with the brim of his hat pulled down, holding a big black umbrella, appeared at the end of the alley.

Last come first come, the speed is not bad.

Lothar looked slightly stunned: "The bartender notified you? Didn't he say he was from the Sassari family?"

Sassari is a place name, located in Sardinia, one Corsica away from Piedmont, which is the hometown of Emperor Napoleon.

"Families don't divide each other."

The man said with a smile.

"Do people in Saluzzo have such a sense of humor?"

Lothar thought he had heard a joke.

The man also knew that this was a joke. If it wasn't for the fact that the wolf lord still firmly controlled the authority of the wolf council, the entire wolf clan would have fought to the death for the territory.

Even now, the wolves still fight frequently in fields such as finance, contraband, and arms smuggling.

It's just that it will never be brought to the table, and it will be intervened and arbitrated by the wolf lord and the Yaxi family.

Just like the United States of later generations, the Yaxi family is used to domineering in Italy, and has already attracted the dissatisfaction of many wolf clans.

"Haven't you revealed your identity yet?"

Lothar said calmly: "I've already said it."

"Celinina's friend?"

Behind Lothar, there was the sound of rain boots stepping into the puddle. Looking back, another wolf tribe wearing a top hat of the same color appeared at the entrance of the alley.

He took off his top hat, revealing a young face no different from ordinary people.

He said regretfully: "Then you are really unlucky. Celinina is a good girl. There are many young men in the family who are in love with her. You can save her at such a critical moment. I have to say, You are a very nice man."

His voice just fell.

The man who appeared first picked up a small and delicate crossbow, aimed at Lothar, and pulled the trigger.

There was an inaudible sound of unwinding the strings, and a crossbow pierced the air, making a mournful howl of wind.

Chi-

A crimson sharp blade suddenly appeared in Lothar's hand, and with a click, the incoming crossbow bolt flew away. The hot sword body collided with the rain, and a mist of water evaporated.

There was a sound of treading water.

When the mist dissipated, Lothar had already beheaded the wolf man who appeared first, and his blood was mixed in the rain and flowed down the sewer along the cracks in the bricks.

The top hat spun and landed on the ground, drifting away like a boat, revealing the special appearance of the fallen man with two wolf ears.

Behind Lothar, the body of another wolf swelled, deformed, and his flesh proliferated rapidly, propping up his original height of less than 1.7 meters to a height of nearly two meters, and his body surface was covered with jet-black hair .

Compared with Hans' werewolf transformation, the werewolf in front of him retains more human features. At least just looking at his face, he can still vaguely see his human appearance.

"Pure Blood Wolf"

Lothar whispered, this is obviously a pure-blood wolf clan like Hans, who can freely switch between wolf clan and human appearance - the blood of a pure-blood wolf clan is not necessarily nobler than that of a half-wolf clan, but that the blood belongs to The human part is less.

"I'm from the Saluzzo family."

The man said succinctly.

"Are you his horn?"

Lothar pointed at the separated wolf corpse with the tip of his sword.

"I'm Jiaotou, but not his."

The man's face didn't change much, as if the strength Lothar just showed was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Where's Cellina?"

On the man's face, there was the same indifference as Celinina's, but it was not without emotion, but the emotion was well concealed: "You are going to die soon, what's the point of knowing this?"

"Satisfy the curiosity of a dying person like me."

The man was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "You should know that Lord Wolf sent an expeditionary army to clean up those scum and traitors who broke the rules and ran to the New World, and Saluzzo couldn't be alone."

"So Celinina is being besieged by killers sent by your Saluzzo family?"

The man shook his head and said: "No, with the help of the young lady, she has already been killed from the family, and now, she is being besieged by several centurions under the command of the wolf lord."

"Where are they now?"

The man didn't speak anymore, the amber eyes of the two beasts seemed to light two lanterns in the rain.

"I don't know, but I know that with your strength, it is impossible to save her. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you go or not. It doesn't matter to the situation. It's better to die in my hands. One of the evidences of the 'breakup' of the Basilicata family."

next moment.

The figure of the werewolf had penetrated the rain curtain, and it was actually faster than the speed of the crossbow arrows, and it was attacking Lothar.

Keng——

The sword collided with the sharp claw, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

Lothar had fully activated the blood waterfall long ago, and his overall attributes have been greatly strengthened, but he still feels numb from the shock.

This horn, even among the elite wolf clan, is considered outstanding.

(End of this chapter)