Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 552 - 329: Mission

Stepping out of the apartment.

The bustling streets with pedestrians and public horse carriages pulled Losa from the distant Middle Ages into the Victorian Era.

As a public horse carriage passed by, Losa effortlessly stepped onto the edge of the carriage, flipped inside, took a five-lira coin from his wallet, tossed it into the fare box, and then sat down under the awe-stricken gazes of others.

"It’s been a while since I acted alone." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

For the city of Saluzzo, Losa didn’t have any special impression before; the only memory related to it was that in a strategy game he often played in his previous life, it was a small country with strong ideals.

Saluzzo is located to the northwest of the Northern Apennines; heading east, you reach the Lombardy Region where Urding once served as bishop, and northward lies Losa’s hometown, outer Jura Burgundy, separated only by the Alps.

Losa raised his hand, tossed a gold coin lightly in the air, caught it on the back of his hand, and as he lifted his palm, he saw the image of himself wearing the Duke’s Crown staring back at him.

Strictly speaking, he wasn’t penniless; in the system space, there was still a batch of coins with his likeness, but, having used them on his last visit, the Wolf Race had likely linked these coins to his true identity.

So using them was out of the question, but they could be melted down with Dragon Flame.

Yet, he couldn’t take the spoils from the battle record world with him; saving on such expenditures where possible seemed more prudent.

The carriage turned a corner and stopped at a station.

In this era, most public horse carriages charged by segments; a fee was paid at each segment, and they stopped at designated stations for a while. Whether there were passengers or not, they would depart punctually for the next station.

Generally, higher-status nobles and wealthy merchants would take private carriages, not wanting to mix with the riffraff and lower class, which made public horse carriages an affordable form of transportation for commoners.

Losa had no intention to pay again, folding his arms and sitting in the carriage with a composed demeanor, waiting for it to depart.

He had boarded near a station, distinctly bearing the "family member insignia." The carriage driver wasn’t so unaware as to approach him for a fare.

A moment later.

The carriage set off again.

Losa squinted his eyes, listening to the low conversations among the passengers in the carriage.

"I heard that public horse carriages in Paris already run on rails."

"What’s a rail?"

"It’s a facility that enables carriages to travel faster and more steadily, saving horsepower."

"I feel like smoking a cigarette, dear."

"Are you crazy? Haven’t you seen there’s a family member sitting over there? Even with a hat on, can’t you see the tail behind him?"

"Huh? He doesn’t look like a family member at all."

"Indeed, fair-skinned and truly handsome."

Losa cleared his throat lightly, and the discussions about him immediately ceased.

Before the carriage reached the station, Losa opened the window, nimbly jumped out, avoiding the mud and muck on the ground, and landed steadily on the marble edge of the street.

He straightened his attire and walked into a place without a signboard, just marked with an emblem of two hand grips interlocked—this was the Saluzzo Family’s insignia, the "Throat Choking Hand," symbolizing that while the Saluzzo Family might not subdue anyone, they could silence anyone.

After a brief moment of darkness, the scene before him suddenly opened up.

In a spacious area, over a dozen Wolf Race members were sparring, practicing their martial arts.

Upon Losa’s arrival, a young man wearing a brown hat askew and a leather jacket immediately approached him.

This man was named Elmer, a Wolf Race member hailing from a small family and recruited as an outer member of the Saluzzo family. His skills were... fairly ordinary; Losa could take on two of him with one hand.

Elmer, eager to engage, said, "Losa, you came just in time. I’m short a sparring partner; how about a match with me?"

"Let’s not. With the family tradition, each move must draw blood. I’m not confident enough in my skills to ensure safety during practice,"

Losa laughed and declined. His identity, bearing the Saluzzo surname, belonged to the family bloodline. Although the relation was distant, he was still entrusted with genuine family heritage, unlike Elmer, who came from a small family of the Wolf Race and couldn’t be compared.

The Saluzzo Family was not composed of a single family origin but rather a distinctive gang-like organization with many lower-class human henchmen, half-blood Wolf Race, and unrelated Wolf Race members.

Elmer, looking disappointed, said, "Well, it’s a shame then."

"Oh, right, there’s a mission passed down from above today. We are to go to Turin tomorrow,"

"What kind of mission?"

Amused, Losa asked, "Collecting protection fees? Debt collection? Or patrolling the territory?"

As a middle-to-lower-level family member, he outranked peripheral members significantly, but was essentially an elite enforcer, a small leader of sorts, usually handling such mundane tasks.

After all, he was just a "corner," and without even a single subordinate, hardly notable within the Saluzzo Family.

"None of those. This time it’s a new gig," Elmer looked around, lowered his voice, and said, "We are going after a judge."