People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 335 The Glimmer of Rebellion

For Hans, this city is both strange and familiar.

When he was summoned, he was just out of the new barracks. He was selected as a reserve knight because of his excellent training performance, and he was a new recruit who hadn't really set foot on the battlefield.

Not even a few years have passed.

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 gaze was fixed on a wall calendar in a floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the date on it.

He thought to himself, at this time, he hadn't entered the new barracks yet.

In the tavern in front of him, the signboard depicted a scantily clad girl holding a wine glass and handing it to him in front of the tavern.

This is what he inquired about, the stronghold of a well-known Saluzzo intelligence dealer.

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

Push the door into the tavern.

The warmth blowing on the face dispelled the chill brought by the wind and rain all over the body.

In the tavern there was a great fire burning in the fireplace.

Hans twitched his nose. The smell in the tavern was complex, the smell of sweat, bad perfume, alcohol, and the residual smell of vomit. But with the werewolf's strong sense of smell, he caught the most familiar one in the first place. share.

The adults have settled here!

Hans looked around, but he couldn't find Lothar—unfortunately, it was raining heavily today.

The rain will cover up the breath, and it is impossible to find the adults with one's keen sense of smell.

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

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

Hans swallowed subconsciously. The smell of meat from the back kitchen was indeed very tempting, but he knew that the matter 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 head on it.

This is the gold coin exchanged from the Lothar Loot Mall. It is the hard currency in the Transjordan Border Region. When it is exchanged for ordinary gold coins, it will often increase by 20.00%.

The bartender's expression froze, and he said calmly: "Where are these ancient coins produced, I have never seen this person before."

Hans said seriously, "You should know the price of lying to me, Mr. Werewolf."

The bartender seemed to have no interest in concealing it, and stared at a pair of dead fish eyes surrounded by dark circles and said: "This pure-blooded gentleman, if you know the rules, you should know how to ask information dealers like me. State your family name first."

"I have no family."

Hans said honestly.

As a knight, Geng Zheng is the basic ethics.

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

It's like the "black words" of those Jianghu people in the East. If you don't match a 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 homeless person?"

The bartender's expression turned cold in an instant.

There are no lone walkers in the wolf clan, and if you are born into a family, there is absolutely no possibility of quitting.

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

In other words, the wandering werewolves who were expelled from the family must have their own problems.

Either a traitor, or someone who has committed an unforgivable sin.

This is why the Basilicata family took in those stray wolves, which was regarded as "abandoning tradition" by the traditional wolves of the Two Sicilies.

The bartender pointed in the direction of the door unceremoniously: "Homeless people are not welcome here."

Hans sighed lightly: "It seems that in every world, the first time I meet the same race, they will fight in the end."

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

behind the bar.

The bartender smashed the oak wine glass on the table heavily, and his body surface was quickly covered with black hair.

Compared with Hans, his werewolf avatar is taller, but obviously not as elegant as Hans' hair.

He said in a cold tone: "This is the property of the Sassari family. Before you do it, you have to think about the consequences."

Hans said in a deep voice, "I just want to know the whereabouts of this person."

The bartender turned into a werewolf with a look of contempt: "I said before, homeless people are not welcome here, either get lost, or spend the rest of their lives lingering under the pursuit of our Sassari family."

"I originally wanted to resolve the issue peacefully."

"But it seems that you took my modesty as cowardice. As expected, the wolves still have to rely on minions to speak."

The humility on Hans' face disappeared completely.

A trace of tyranny rose between his brows.

The wildness of the werewolf broke through the knight's creed he once kept.

Just heard a loud bang.

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

Taking advantage of his power, he lifted up the heavy solid wooden table and chair beside him, and smashed it down.

One, two, three!
It wasn't until the tables and chairs fell apart that he pulled up the bloodstained bartender again.

"Can you talk now?"

...

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

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

This person's fighting skills are exactly the same as Celinina's, and they are both Saluzzo faction.

It's just that it is much inferior to Cellinina in terms of speed and skill.

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 into the disadvantaged by relying on his weakest melee strength.

The shining cross sword attached to the dragon core treasure suddenly turned into a red iron bar, drawing a red light, and slashing in the direction where the werewolf was about to attack.

The sword fell to the ground, and the rain drenched on it, making a hissing sound.

The werewolf retreated in embarrassment, under the clumps of chest hair wet by the rain, and the scorching steam steamed his skin like a boiled prawn.

With this sword in hand, it is too foul for Lothar to fight against an enemy like a werewolf who relies on minions as weapons.

Keng.

The sound of gold and iron sounded.

Lothar held the hilt of the cross sword with both hands, and lifted his wrists as the axis.

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

A row of broken claws fell to the ground.

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

He raised his sword and pointed at the werewolf opposite.

"Is the corner head of the Saluzzo family only at this level?"

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

If it was Celinina, if she shot with all her strength, she would probably be able to kill her in one move.

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

"My strength is indeed not worth mentioning, but your strength is not qualified to say such things."

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

"I'm not just good at close combat."

Lothar's fingers slid across the blade, and clusters of flames ignited on the blade-there is no magic gold in this world, and he can deal with many people by relying on his attainments in fire magic.

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

Lothar said sincerely:

"I have no such plans, but I just want to tell you that if I can support the past in time, at least I can solve a centurion for Celinina. Although Celinina is not your kindred, but we have been together for so many years , there should be some feelings, right?"

The werewolf was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Then step on my dead body. If you really have the strength of a centurion, you won't lose much strength if you take care of me."

Lothar asked rhetorically, "What's the point of such a meaningless sacrifice?"

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

"You don't have a family, you won't understand."

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

Water splashes on the ground.

Seeing that Lothar was about to block the sword, the momentum of the werewolf's charge suddenly changed direction, his legs kicked against the courtyard wall beside the alley, his whole body was like a fired shell, and he slammed towards Lothar. Smash it hard.

In Lothar's body, the blood waterfall had already aroused his dragon-born blood, and at this moment it aroused part of the power of the blood again, which suddenly increased his speed by a large amount.

The scorching blade pierced through the werewolf's abdomen, and the high temperature instantly sealed the wound and burned his internal organs at the same time.

Lothar passed by the werewolf.

boom--

He knelt down on the ground, with a trace of joy mixed with the pain on his face.

He murmured in a low voice: "Go and rescue Cherinina, she is heading towards the clock tower, there is a secret road leading to the outside of the city."

"why?"

The werewolf's body gradually degenerated into a human form, and his amber eyes showed a trace of helplessness: "Saluzzo must not disobey the wolf master. It would be a catastrophe to have the young master alone."

Lothar looked slightly startled.

He said "OK to go", and then drew out the cross sword in his hand.

The last gleam in the werewolf's eyes also disappeared.

Lothar looked at the landmark building that was originally the destination, which should be the "bell tower" that the werewolf said.

He picked up a black umbrella from the ground that was spinning along the water flow on the fence of the gutter but couldn't get in, shook off the water droplets on it, propped it up, and walked towards the clock tower .

As Lothar approached, he could clearly hear the bell tower in the rain, and the heavy hands would make a crisp sound every time it moved.

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

(End of this chapter)