Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 378 - 65: The Wanderer

The road to the Bell Tower was all cordoned off by those in grey suits.

Some grey suits had bulging pockets at the waist, clearly equipped with firearms of the era.

Others carried sword scabbards, or were simply barehanded.

On their forearms, exposed by rolled-up sleeves, was a striking wolf head tattoo.

Having conversed with Chelina, he knew this was the family crest of the Yakxi Family.

Losa recalled the Saluzzo Wolf Race he had just killed with his own hands.

The so-called Twelve Clans, although forcefully molded together by the Wolf Lord, are certainly not an unbreakable alliance.

Losa couldn’t believe the Saluzzo Family would have no thoughts seeing the Yakxi Family swaggering in their territory.

It’s merely a case of daring to rage but not daring to speak.

If he could convince some wolf clans to support the Basilicata Family...

Losa felt as though he had grasped the key to overturning the situation in this trial, with a small plot leading to a large-scale breakthrough.

Just as he thought again, he realized that for the other ten clans excluding Basilicata and Yakxi, they would only stand with the victor, just like the civilians of Goose Town in "Let the Bullets Fly".

Even if suffering oppression from Huang Silang, had it not been for Huang Silang’s fake body getting killed, they would never muster the courage to resist.

Losa sighed lightly, turned back to a nearby grocery store, and pulled out a considerable banknote from his recently acquired spoils.

He bought himself a pack of cigarettes, skillfully held one between his lips, and with an umbrella in hand, walked past those grey suits like a leisurely passerby, unchanged in expression.

It’s indeed crucial to rendezvous with his entourage now, but Losa was not in a hurry to rescue Chelina.

The combat record is a replica of history, Chelina managed to escape the Yakxi Family’s pursuit before, and she can do so now as well.

After all, before the combat record started, Losa had just given her a boost.

He stood with a black umbrella on a stone bridge atop an inner city river, silently unfolding his hand.

...

The Sea Dragon has the ability to raise storms; Losa only inherited the power to raise winds, usually paired with the Breath of the Giant Dragon to create an effect of wind assisting fire.

But in fact, the ability to raise winds is not weak.

A wild gust rose.

Cold raindrops fiercely beat against the umbrella in Losa’s hand.

He saw one by one the hats of the men in suits being blown into the air, swirling down to the water, with some grey suits tightly holding their umbrellas, the sudden gust flipping the umbrella surface.

Watching from afar, Losa’s mouth slightly curved upward.

He had noticed earlier that the Two Sicilies Wolf Race’s insistence on decorum seemed engraved in their bones, a habit from the wolf race that affected ordinary people’s customs as well.

Clearly depicted as barbarous and crude in legendary novels, the wolf race in this world seemed to have swapped roles with the vampires of the Blood Royal Court.

This brief chaos immediately made the grey suits vigilant.

Someone shouted out loud, ordering grey suits not to mind the umbrellas and hats, to watch closely and not let anyone break into the blockade.

Yet the raging storm and the gloomy weather itself were the best cover.

Moreover, most of the Yakxi Wolf Race guarding outside had average strength.

Losa easily skirted along the wall, passing behind a bending grey suit picking up his umbrella at that moment, slipping inside the cordon and walking openly towards the Bell Tower.

At this time.

With a crisp metallic sound, the clock hand on the Bell Tower ticked, hitting noon.

Bong—

The melodious bell chimes rang out, announcing time to all of Saluzzo.

...

Hans was asking a homeless man about any news of Losa when the bell sounded, causing him to instinctively glance towards the distant Bell Tower, blurred in the rain.

The homeless man munched on a wrap Hans bought him: "There’s a saying in Saluzzo, that if you can’t find your missing partners, go wait for them at the Bell Tower."

This homeless man was a member of the wolf race, with scars from sliced ears that had scabbed over at the top of his head, making it bald where no hair would grow, appearing particularly ugly.

This represents the disgrace of "The Exiled One" among the wolf race.

The majority of Italians are unwilling to take risks helping such former family members, leaving them with no means to maintain survival, with the lucky ones escaping on a ship to the New Continent, while the unlucky slowly succumb to hunger and worsening injuries.

Such trouble exists because in the tradition of the wolf race, one must never kill their own clan members, resulting in almost no death penalty within each wolf clan.

Yet in this world, there are far too many things more terrifying than death, making a swift release seem merciful to some wolf race members punished otherwise.

"Is this saying popular?"

How could a saying not be popular?

Hans realized he spoke foolishly and quickly added: "I mean, can my comrades hear this saying too?"

"Who knows, maybe yes, maybe no, Saluzzo isn’t a small city, there are three hundred thousand residents here, perhaps you could make a splash in another city as a signal to gather comrades, but not in Saluzzo."

"Why?"

Although Hans never entertained the thought of causing destruction to attract attention, he was curious why the wanderer would say so.

"You haven’t heard of the Saluzzo Family’s reputation?"

"No. I told you, I have no family, just became part of the wolf race by chance."

"Ha, became?"

The wanderer sneered, taking Hans’ "became" as "awakened".

"Your phrasing is as laughable as those few lunatics exiled to the New Continent; we are the wolf race, born as such, not transformed from ordinary people, you need to clarify your position, young boy."

The wanderer recalled those madmen advocating for harmonious and equal treatment with ordinary people, claiming the wolf race arose from ordinary people, suggesting they are kin.

This notion is considered far too heretical by traditional wolf race members.

Like in later India, a Kshatriya pointing at a Brahmin and declaring oneself, people laughably proclaiming that lowly Shudras and Vaisyas are the same as them in origin.

"But you don’t count as the wolf race anymore."

Hans gazed at the top of his head.

The wanderer fell silent, rolling up his sleeve to show a dagger tattoo with a big cross marks on it.

"I used to be of Saluzzo."

"Every Saluzzo member excels in assassination; we are the most elite, terrifying assassin family. If you dare stir trouble in this city, I guarantee, your head will roll soon."