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

With the momentum of not approaching the living, they stood in the cordon, looking around at the passers-by.

Some of the gray suits had bulging waists, apparently equipped with firearms from this era.

There are also those who wear sheathed swords, or simply with their bare hands.

They rolled up their cuffs and exposed forearms, painted with striking tattoos of wolf heads.

Because he had learned about it from Cellinina, he knew that it was the crest of the Yakesi family.

"Axi and Saluzo..."

Lothar remembered the Saluzo wolf clan that had just died at his hands.

The so-called twelve families, although they were forcibly pinched together by the wolf lord, must not be an unbreakable alliance.

Like Cellinina's father, there are many careerists who are dissatisfied with the status quo.

For example, now, Lothar doesn't believe it, and the Saluzzo family will have no idea when they see the people of the Yaxie family flexing their power in their territory.

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

If you can move some wolf clans to the side of the Basilicata family

Lothar felt as if she had seized the test and was the key to a big game.

It's just that after thinking about it, he realized that for the twelve wolf clans other than the Basilicata and Yakesi families, who excluded the battle themselves, they would only stand on the side of the victor, just like the civilians of Goose City who let the bullets fly.

Even if they were oppressed by Huang Shilang, if it weren't for Huang Shilang's fake body being killed, they would definitely not have mustered up the courage to resist.

What's more, compared with the low-level commoners, these families are all propertied people, and their families have a big business, so they naturally have compromise.

Lothar sighed lightly, turned back to a grocery store in the back, and pulled out the loot she had just obtained—a bill of no small denomination.

He bought himself a pack of cigarettes, held them in his mouth skilfully, lit them, and held up his black umbrella, like a leisurely passer-by, walking past the gray suits without changing his face.

The grey suits glanced at him, and when they saw that he was approaching, they quickly detoured to go elsewhere, and they didn't care.

It was true that the meeting with the servants was the most important thing at the moment, but Lothar was in no hurry to rescue Cellinina.

The battle record is a re-enactment of history, and Chelinina was able to escape the Yaxie family before, and still can.

After all, before the battle record began, Lothar had just given her a wave of promotions.

Holding a black umbrella, he stood on a stone bridge over an inner city river that had become a little turbulent because of the heavy rain.

He leaned against the railing and snapped his fingers.

The sea dragon has the ability to stir up wind and waves, but Lothar only inherited the ability to stir up the wind, which was always used in the past to match with the dragon's breath to create the effect of wind fueling fire.

But in fact, the ability to Xingfeng is not weak on some specific occasions.

The wind is blowing.

The icy rain slapped against the umbrella in Lothar's hand, and the sound of the rain was dense like a drumbeat.

He saw men in suits with their top hats blown into the air and swirling towards the water.

Some of the gray suits clutched the umbrellas in their hands, and the umbrellas were flipped over by the sudden wind.

"It's embarrassing."

Looking at Lothar from afar, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

He had discovered before that these two Sicilian wolf clans, their insistence on decency, seemed to be engraved in their bones, not only the wolf clan, but also ordinary people.

Obviously the most barbaric and vulgar wolf clan in the legend, in this world, it seems to have reversed the role with the vampires of the Blood Court, and after ruling the human race for many years, it seems that they have also become a high-ranking nobleman.

This brief confusion immediately made the gray suits vigilant.

Someone shouted loudly, ordering the gray suits to leave the umbrellas and top hats alone, and keep an eye on them so that no one could break into the blockade.

But the storm, and the gloomy weather, were the best cover.

What's more, most of the Yaksi wolf clan guarding outside are relatively average.

Lothar easily followed the wall, and in the moment of a gray suit bending down to pick up an umbrella, passed behind him, entered the cordon, and swaggered down the road to the bell tower.

It went so smoothly.

Then.

With a crisp metallic sound, the hour hand on the bell tower snapped and froze at twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Knock –

Melodious bells rang, informing the people of Saluzzo throughout the time.

…

Hans was inquiring with a homeless man if he had seen Lothar, when the long bell rang out so suddenly that he subconsciously looked into the distance at the bell tower, which was a little faint in the rain.

The homeless man munched on the burritos that Hans had bought for him: "There is a proverb in Saluzzo that if you can't find a lost partner, go to the bell tower and wait for him." ”

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

On the top of his head was a scar on the top of his head that had crusted over after both ears had been severed.

It's bare, and even the hair doesn't grow anymore, and it looks very ugly.

This means that he is a "banisher" among the wolf people.

The vast majority of Italians are reluctant to take the risk of helping such former family members, so that they have no chance of making ends meet, and if they are lucky, they can escape on a cargo ship bound for the New World, and if they are unlucky, they will only starve and die of hunger and deterioration of their injuries.

The reason for such a troublesome exile is that in the tradition of the wolf clan, no matter what the reason, you must not kill your own people, and therefore, there is almost no death penalty in the wolf clan.

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

For many wolves who have suffered other punishments, a clean relief can seem like a mercy.

"This proverb is popular?"

Since it's a proverb, how can it not be popular?

As soon as Hans's words came out, he felt that he was saying something stupid, and quickly added: "I mean, can those of my friends also inquire about this proverb?" ”

"Who knows, maybe, maybe not, Saluzo is not a small city, there are 300,000 inhabitants here, maybe you can make some big moves in other cities, and you can also act as a signal to gather your companions, but Saluzo will not work."

"Why?"

Hans hadn't thought of doing some damage to attract attention, but he was still curious as to why the wanderer would say that.

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

"Nope. As I said, I don't have a family, I'm just an ordinary person who became a wolf clan by chance. ”

"Huh, become?"

The wanderer sneered, and he regarded Hans's "becoming" as "awakening".

There is indeed a wolf clan that has been exiled since childhood, and they don't know their origin at all, and they think that they are just ordinary people who have suffered a curse or awakened superpowers.

"Your argument is as ridiculous as a handful of madmen in exile in the New World, we are wolves, we are born, we are not wolves from ordinary people, you have to figure out your position, little one."

The wanderer remembered the madmen who called on the wolf clan to live in harmony with ordinary people and treat each other as equals.

They believe that the wolf clan is derived from ordinary people, and the two are actually the same race.

Such a statement, in the eyes of the traditional wolf clan, is too deviant.

Just like the Tianzhu of later generations, a Kshatriya pointed to the brahmins and himself, and declared to the people that the lowly Shudras and Vaishyas were of the same origin as himself.

"But you're not a wolf anymore."

Hans looked over his head.

The wanderer was silent for a moment, then rolled up his sleeve, on which Hans saw a dagger tattoo with a large cross.

The "big fork" was cut with a knife, and the bone was deep visible.

"I was originally from Saluzzo too."

"Every Saluzo is good at assassination, we are the most elite and fearsome family of assassins, and if you dare to make trouble in this city, I guarantee that you will soon have your head moved. In Saluzzo, don't do things that the law doesn't allow you to do. ”

The wanderer said to Hans.

"Little one, if you've never been a member of the family, you're not a wanderer. Go to the wolves of Saluzzo, they'll be happy to accept you, and to be honest, it's not a good place to go, but at least it won't bury your good skills. ”

Hans was a little puzzled: "You have been expelled from the family, and you still think so much about them?" ”

The wanderer fell silent again.

"Saluzzo for a day, Saluzzo for life. What's more, it was indeed me who did a terrible stupid thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

Hans was curious.

"I didn't look at the young lady, and I let go of a prisoner who was named by the Yaxie family to turn in."

The wanderer's expression was a little depressed: "That's the Yaxsi family, the head of the twelve wolf clans. I didn't expect Miss to be so bold. ”