The clouds are thick.

The rain was howling.

The water in the drain was rapid, and the fallen leaves swirled and were swept into the sewer.

There are various shops along the roadside, and the walls are covered with graffiti.

Not far away, on the factory, the chimneys look like giant beasts spitting black clouds.

This is clearly the architectural style of the Steam Age.

Lothar saw a lot of pedestrians with black umbrellas and rain boots.

Most of them were well-dressed, wearing top hats, and their clothes were perhaps worn and patched, but they did their best to keep them clean and tidy.

Suddenly thrown into a strange world, a strange city.

Lothar was at a loss for a moment—he knew that the most important thing was to join up with his servants.

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

He raised his head and carefully surveyed the tall buildings that stood in the rain in the distance, the tallest of which was obviously a landmark in Saluzzo, and it should be the best place to meet if everyone had any idea.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the roads 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 life that is either full or boring.

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

This novelty, very different from the Middle Ages, made Lothar a little unable to take his eyes off it.

Strictly speaking, this is actually a world that I have created, but it is far more complete than what I have built.

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

He thought so.

Because he was a little distracted, a carriage came at high speed, passing in front of him.

He couldn't dodge it, and hurriedly jumped to the side of the road, but his trouser leg was still splashed.

He didn't bring an umbrella with him when he came out, he had already been drenched thoroughly, and no matter how wet it was, it wouldn't be worse.

In the carriage, the man in the fisherman's hat turned his head, grinning with yellow teeth, and mocked his embarrassment mercilessly.

I want to beat him up!

Lothar clenched her fists.

But the carriage had drifted away, and he did not want to delay his time because of such a trivial matter, so he continued along the street towards the tall building.

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

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

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

Instead of turning back, Lothar suddenly "accidentally" stepped into a puddle.

He grumbled and complained as he crouched down the steps by the side of the road, took off his boots and poured the water inside.

Under the cover of such movements, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a man with a black umbrella was following him.

The black umbrella in his hand covered most of his face, and he didn't seem to be a master of tracking, so he swaggered behind him.

After Lothar stopped, he followed suit, only pretending to pull out a pocket watch and look at the time.

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

There were no footsteps behind him.

Lothar continued to move forward unhurriedly.

The road conditions in the alley were even worse, some of the red bricks had come loose, and you could hear the popping of water squeezing out of the gaps when you stepped on them.

"You're a friend of Cellynina?"

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

The last to come first, the speed is not bad.

Lothar looked slightly stunned: "Is it you who was informed by the bartender?" Didn't he say he was from the Sassari family? ”

Sassari is a place name located in Sardinia, just across the island from Piedmont by Corsica, the hometown of Emperor Napoleon.

"Families don't distinguish each other."

The man said with a smile.

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

Lothar listened to a joke herself.

The man also knew that this was a joke, if it weren't for the wolf lord still firmly controlling the authority of the wolf clan's council, the entire wolf clan would have fought to the death because of the fight for territory.

Even now, the wolf clan is still in the fields of finance, contraband, and arms smuggling, and there are frequent private fights.

It's just that it will never be put on the table, and it will be intervened and arbitrated by the wolf lord and the Yaxie family.

Just like the United States in later generations, the Yaxie family is used to being domineering in Italy, which has attracted the dissatisfaction of many wolf clans.

"Haven't you told me who you are?"

Lothar said in a calm tone, "I've already said it. ”

"Cellinina's friend?"

Behind Lothar, there was the sound of rain boots stepping into a puddle, and when she looked back, another wolf 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 that was no different from an ordinary person.

He said regretfully: "Then you are really unlucky, Cellina is a good girl, there are many young men in the family who are fond of her, you can save her at such a critical moment, I have to say, you are a very good man." ”

His voice just fell.

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

An inaudible sound of loose strings rang out, and a bolt of crossbow pierced the air, making a terrible wind whistle.

Whoop –

The crimson blade suddenly appeared in Lothar's hand, and the crossbow bolt flew with a click, and the hot blade collided with the rain, sending a mist of steam.

The sound of treading water sounded.

By the time the mist had dissipated, the wolf man who had appeared first had been decapitated by Lothar, and his blood was soaked in the rain and flowed down the brick cracks into the sewers.

The top hat swirled to the ground, and faded away like a boat, revealing the special appearance of the fallen man with two wolf ears.

Behind Lothar, the body of another wolf clan swelled, deformed, and the flesh and blood multiplied rapidly, supporting him from a height of nearly two meters, which was originally less than one meter seven, and his body was covered with pitch-black hair.

Compared with Hans's werewolf transformation, the werewolf in front of him retains more human features, at least just looking at his face, he can vaguely see what he looks like when he is human.

"Pure-blooded Wolves"

Lothar said in a low voice, this is obviously a pure-blooded wolf clan like Hans, and can freely switch between the appearance of the wolf clan and humans - the bloodline of the pure-blood wolf clan is not necessarily nobler than the half-wolf clan, but there are fewer human parts of the bloodline.

"I'm from Saluzzo's house."

The man was succinct.

"You're his hornhead?"

Lothar pointed the tip of her sword at the detached corpse of the wolf clan.

"I'm the hornhead, but not his."

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

"Where's Cellinina?"

The man's face had the same indifference as Cellynina's, but it was not without emotion, but the emotion was well concealed: "You're going to die soon, what's the point of knowing this?" ”

"Satisfy the curiosity of a dying man."

The man was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "You should know that Lord Wolf has sent an expeditionary force to liquidate those scum and traitors who have broken the rules and run to the New World, and Saluzo will not be able to leave it alone. ”

"So Celinina is under siege by the killers sent by your Saluzo 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 under the siege of several centurions under the command of the wolf lord." ”

"Where are they now?"

The man didn't say anything more, and the amber eyes of the two beasts were in the rain, like two lanterns lit.

"I don't know, but I know that with your strength, it is impossible to save her. Therefore, whether you go or not, it doesn't matter to the situation, it is better to die in my hands, which can be regarded as one of the proofs of our family's 'break' with the Basilicata family. ”

The next moment.

The werewolf's form had pierced through the rain curtain, and it was even faster than the speed of the crossbow arrow, and it was coming at Lothar.

Keng——

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

Lothar had already stimulated the Blood Waterfall with all his strength before, and all his attributes had been greatly strengthened, but he still felt his palms numb from being shocked.

This horn, even among the elite wolf clan, can be regarded as a leader.