The air was filled with the sll of blood.
"Uncle Leon, what do you think of the family now?"
"Ah, why ask this all of a sudden?"
The Wolf Race girl on the city wall, wearing a fitted leather jacket and jeans, was wiping the bloodstained longsword in her hand.
Centurion Leon, with a blood-soaked cigarette in his mouth, struck several matches but failed to light it, simply holding it again as he pondered Chelina’s question.
"Initially, I was puzzled by my eldest cousin’s decision. After all, abandoning the na Basilicata to take in wanderers, even as the Clan Leader, caused quite a stir. But after spending ti with these new clan mbers, thinking it over, it doesn’t seem bad at all."
"You’ve been away too long; it’s normal to feel unfamiliar when you first return. You’ll grow fond of these new clan mbers once you get used to it."
Leon laughed and said, "The old rules of asuring a person’s nobility by blood should have long been thrown away. Nina, you might be deeply influenced by those old relics. So things require seeing and experiencing firsthand to judge."
Chelina was silent for a mont and then said softly, "Yes, he’s right. He’s not an ambitious person who would recklessly start a civil war for personal gain. I shouldn’t bla him."
Leon was slightly taken aback, "There’s no should or shouldn’t. Nina, you must have suffered a lot outside all these years."
"Actually, it’s not so bad; the people from the Saluzzo Family have been quite nice to ."
Leon opened his mouth, hesitated, and stopped.
Sending Chelina to the Saluzzo Family was not a pointless move.
If not for this, many years ago, under the leadership of the Yakxi Family, the Wolf Race Expedition Army might have already wiped out the Texas Wolf Race.
Leon sighed lightly, "Nina, everyone has to contribute sothing to the family. I actually understand my eldest cousin’s actions. If it were , I would do the sa."
"During your absence, he barely smiled. I think he really misses you."
Chelina shook her head expressionlessly, "I don’t bla him, but I can’t feel close to him either."
This ti back to the family, although the clan mbers who hadn’t t in years were still enthusiastic.
But she could clearly feel an invisible chasm between them.
She didn’t know how much sweat the clan mbers had shed on this new world over the years.
Nor did the clan mbers know how, in her childhood, sheltered in another’s ho, with no relatives, she endured harsh assassin training; maybe ti could erase everything, but...
"After this war ends, I’ll leave."
"Leave?"
Leon was a bit surprised, "Nina, I’m serious; you should feel the new Wolf Race’s atmosphere. Once you integrate here, you’ll find it far more suitable to live than in Italy."
"It’s not up to to decide."
Chelina shook her head, "I have to leave with the captain—there’s a new ho I’ve already beco part of. I won’t waste effort trying to fit in here."
"Is it that captain?"
"Yes."
Leon fell into silence.
He already knew there’s no free aid in this world, but he didn’t expect the price to be Chelina again.
"If you don’t want to, I could talk to your captain. After all, as your uncle, I’m considered a strong centurion. If I served that captain, maybe I could trade for your return."
Leon’s voice was noticeably lacking in confidence.
In the recent battle together, he realized that the little girl who once couldn’t hold a sword and would cry when she fell, had grown into a top-notch assassin capable of fighting equally in frontal combat and killing efficiently.
This ant Chelina, in terms of talent and diligence, was a standout in the entire Basilicata Family and even in the history of the Two Sicilies Wolf Race.
"No need."
Chelina raised her hand and tossed the clean twin swords; they flew into the air, landing exactly in the sword scabbard with a crisp sound.
"The captain treats well, and I like working under him—he has his own career, ideals, and pursuits, but he won’t compromise because of them."
Chelina showed a faint smile on her face.
She thought, if the captain switched places with her father, the captain would never choose to make her a hostage, even if it would save him many detours and gain more developnt ti for the family.
Many things can’t be distinguished as right or wrong.
Clan Leader Juliano did nothing wrong, and Chelina not forgiving him also did nothing wrong.
Chelina suddenly stood up, and on the brick wall behind her, a dagger as elusive as a viper struck through.
Avoiding the sneak attack, Chelina moved aside not far away, gazing at her original position and softly said, "Teacher, you’re here again."
"Yes."
The man with a ferocious scar on his face gracefully took off his hat: "In this battle, the Saluzzo Family must make a mark, either kill a big fish or lose a big fish."
"Teacher, who do you think the fish is?"
Chelina’s expression was firm, and the unsheathed twin swords danced in her hands creating a flourish.
"It depends on whether you’ve honed your skills to perfection."
"Hey, don’t ignore ."
Leon puffed out his chest, speaking loudly.
The man smiled and said, "That’s good, originally there were only two big fish to choose from, now there are three."
The Saluzzo Family’s position in the Two Sicilies Wolf Race is awkward because Saluzzo was once an ally of the Basilicata Family, with a centuries-old alliance and marriage relationship.
So, to avoid Saluzzo getting implicated, he had to, and could not but do this.
"Are you ready, either kill , or die by my sword."
Chelina didn’t reply; the afterimage still lingered in place as her figure flew into the air like a startling swan, the twin blades glinting with azure light—her unique talent, the Power of Command!
"Starting with a killing move, Number Three, it seems you are no longer confused."
The man praised her.
...
The black barrier gradually shattered, spilling scarlet blood.
Prajna looked at Losa, with eyes as calm as a still old well.
The four centurions and more than ten elite wolves dragged into the barrier, except for the one initially turned into a pincushion, were all gone.
"Have all been dealt with?"
"Yes, it took quite so effort; there was a formidable person inside."
"Was I a bit unsightly just now?"
"A bit, but it doesn’t matter if the fighting posture is unsightly. Didn’t I have the sa during Half-Dragon Transformation?"
Prajna gave him a deep look, saying no more.
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