The city was both foreign and familiar to Hans.

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

It's not been a few years since then.

Looking at the dense and towering chimneys of the industrial area in the distance, it 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 dates on it.

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

In the tavern in front of him, a scantily clad girl was holding a wine glass to him in front of the tavern now.

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

If you want to find the adults and the rest of your colleagues as soon as possible, it is the easiest choice to spend money on information.

Push the door open and walk into the tavern.

The warmth on my face dispelled the chill brought by the wind and rain.

The fireplace in the tavern was blazing.

Hans twitched his nose, the smell in the tavern was complicated, the smell of sweat, the smell of inferior perfume, the smell of alcohol, the residual smell of vomit. But with the werewolf's powerful sense of smell, he still caught the most familiar one of them for the first time.

Adults have settled here!

Hans looked around and couldn't find Lothar - it was raining heavily today.

Rain can hide the smell, and it's impossible to find adults with your keen sense of smell.

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

The bartender looked at his somewhat familiar action, his expression froze, and then he greeted enthusiastically: "Man, it's not good for your health to come to drink so early, and now there is a newly baked potato stew soup, do you want to try it?" ”

Hans subconsciously swallowed his saliva, the smell of meat from the back kitchen was indeed very tempting, but he knew that the business was important, and said straight to the point: "I'll find someone." ”

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

This is the gold coin exchanged for the Loot Mall, which is the hard currency of the Transjordanian border area, and when exchanged for ordinary gold coins, it tends to rise by 20 percent.

The bartender's expression froze, and he said quietly: "Where is this ancient coin, I haven't seen this person." ”

Hans said, "You should know the price of deceiving me, Mr. Werewolf. ”

The bartender didn't seem to have any interest in hiding it, and glared at a pair of dead fish eyes with dark circles around his eyes and said, "This pure-blood, if you know the rules, you should know that to inquire about information from an intelligence dealer like me, you must first report your family name." ”

"I don't have a family."

Hans said honestly.

As a knight, Geng is a basic code of conduct.

Moreover, Hans knew that it would be difficult to disguise himself as a family member.

is like the "black words" of those Jianghu people in the East, if you don't get a word right, you will be judged to be lying.

Rather than being exposed to lies, it is better to be outspoken.

"No family? That is, a wanderer? ”

The bartender's expression instantly turned cold.

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

In a family, even the weakest wolf clan will get his rightful place, even if it is only in charge of a humble grocery store, being a low-risk merchant with little future at the same time.

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

Either you are a traitor or you have committed an unpardonable sin.

This is also the reason why the Basilicata family took in those wandering wolves, which were regarded as "turning their backs on tradition" by the traditional wolf tribes of the two Sicilies.

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

Hans sighed lightly: "It seems that in every world, the people I see for the first time, will end up fighting. ”

His stature quickly rose up, his snout elongated, and in the blink of an eye he had transformed into a werewolf with silver-gray hair.

Behind the bar.

The bartender slammed the oak glass on the table, and his body quickly became covered with black hair.

Compared to Hans, his werewolf avatar is taller, but it is obviously not as noble as Hans's flowing hair.

He said in a cold tone: "This is the property of the Sassari family, you have to think about the consequences before you start." ”

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

The bartender's werewolf face showed a hint of contempt: "I said that wanderers are not welcome here, either get out of here, or spend the rest of your life under the pursuit of our Sassari family." ”

"I originally wanted to solve the problem peacefully."

"But it seems that you take my modesty as cowardice, and between the wolf clan, you really still have to rely on minions to speak."

The modesty on Hans's face vanished.

A hint of tyranny rose between his brows.

The werewolf's wildness has broken through the knightly creed he once kept.

Just listen to a loud bang.

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

He was unforgiving, lifted the heavy solid wood table and chair next to him, and smashed it down.

One, two, three!

It wasn't until the tables and chairs fell apart that he pulled the bloodied bartender up again.

"Can you say it now?"

…

The sound of the rain grew louder and louder, drowning out the sound of fierce fighting in the alleys.

Lothar was not repelled by the onslaught of the opponent's onslaught, as he had done with Cellinina, and although he was on the defensive, he was easily and airtight.

This man's fighting skills are the same as those of Cellinina, both of the Saluzzo faction.

It's just that in terms of speed and skill, it is too inferior to Cellynina.

Because of his experience in dealing with it, even if the opponent's strength and agility are above him, Lothar still does not fall into disadvantage with his weakest melee strength.

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

The sword missed, and the rain poured down on it, making a snorting sound.

The werewolf retreated in embarrassment, his skin steaming like a boiled prawn under the rain-soaked locks of chest hair.

With this sword in hand, it would be too foul for Lothar to fight against an enemy like the Werewolf who relies on their minions as weapons.

Knort.

The sound of gold and iron sounded.

Lothar held the hilt of the cross sword with both hands, and the wrist was the shaft, and he lifted it fiercely.

The sparks that burst out of the rain lit up for only a moment in the raindrops, and then they were extinguished by the icy rain.

A row of broken claws fell to the ground.

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

He raised his sword and pointed at the werewolf opposite.

"Is the corner of the Saluzzo family just this level?"

Compared to Hans, the strength of this pure-blooded wolf clan is much inferior.

If it's Celinina, if you go all out, it's estimated that you can kill it 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 as hoarse as a broken gong: "If it weren't for that magic sword, I would have taken off your head a long time ago." ”

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

Lothar's fingers slid across the blade, and clusters of flames burst into flames on the blade of the sword - there was no magic gold in this world, and he relied on his knowledge of fire magic to deal with many people.

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

Lothar said sincerely:

"I don't have this kind of plan, I just want to tell you that if I can support the past in time, at least I can solve a centurion for Cellynina, although Cellina is not your kindred, but after so many years of getting along, there should be some feelings, right?"

The werewolf was slightly stunned, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Then step on my corpse." If you really have the strength of a centurion, it won't take much effort to solve me. ”

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

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

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

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly pounced on Lothar again.

Water splashes on the ground.

Seeing that Lothar was about to block with his sword, the momentum of the werewolf's rush suddenly changed direction, and his legs slammed against the courtyard wall on the side of the alley, and the whole person was like a cannonball out of the chamber, smashing towards Lothar.

In Lothar's body, the blood waterfall had already stimulated his dragonborn bloodline, and at this moment, it had once again activated part of the bloodline's power, which made his speed suddenly increase a lot.

The scorching blade pierced through the werewolf's abdomen, sealing the wound in an instant, burning his internal organs at the same time.

Lothar staggered past the werewolf.

Bang –

He fell to his knees, a mixture of joy on his face.

He muttered in a low voice, "Go and save Cherinina, she went in the direction of the bell tower, where there was a hidden road leading out of the city." ”

"Why?"

The werewolf's body gradually degenerated into a human form, and his amber eyes carried a hint of helplessness: "Saluzo must not disobey the wolf master, there is a young master, it is already a catastrophe." ”

Lothar looked slightly stunned.

He said "good go" and then drew the cross sword in his hand.

The last glimmer of sparkle in the werewolf's eyes vanished.

Lothar looked at the landmark that had been used as a destination, which was supposed to be what the werewolves called the "Clock Tower".

He picked up a black umbrella from the ground that was swirling along the fence of the gutter but could not get inside, shook the droplets of water on it, propped it up, and walked in the direction of the bell tower.

As Lothar got closer, he could clearly hear the bell tower in the rain curtain, and the heavy hand made a crisp sound every time he walked.

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