"Fellow countryn, today is a sorrowful day. We have lost many family mbers, dear friends, and loved ones."
At the simple funeral.
The sky was overcast.
Bodies wrapped simply in white cloth or sheets were laid flat in the square outside the cetery.
Many wounded, dragging their scarred bodies, with bandages, supported by their companions, ca to the square to listen to Juliano’s speech.
Unfortunately, the heavens did not cooperate.
The premonition of that old-boned warrior of the Wolf Race eventually ca true. Torrential rain was imminent, with dark clouds hovering midair, as if at any mont, accompanied by a thunderous bolt like a horn, a downpour would follow.
"But equally, today is also a day worth rembering for all new Wolves who possess free will. We defeated the invaders, defeated those trying to destroy our ho and slaughter our compatriots!"
Juliano raised his arm, shouting aloud.
His voice was sowhat hoarse, his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks.
"It was a difficult victory, so difficult that without the help of Mada Jeanne, Mada Prajna, Lord Losa, Mr. Kurs, Miss Furinjira, Centurion Hans, and Captain Hog, we would have been utterly defeated."
"But they are about to leave, and no one will co to help us anymore. From now on, we can only rely on ourselves."
Emotions among the wounded inevitably grew more despondent.
Seeing a group of compatriots like lost wolves, Juliano could not help but roar in anger:
"Lift your heads, my proud compatriots. We have no way to retreat anymore. After today’s battle, we will fight those lofty Old Wolves to the death."
"I must admit, any previous weakness or attempts to compromise with those lofty Old Wolves were utterly foolish. They have always harbored intentions to annihilate us entirely. We should have prepared for today’s war long ago."
"Yes, we were indeed beaten badly, but you must know, we faced the coalition of nineteen families, with enemy numbers and their proud lineage, theoretically surpassing us countless tis. But the exchange ratio alone in this war was nearly two to one, proving that what they were proud of is utterly worthless!"
"We have defeated them once, and there will be a second, a third ti—until we achieve final victory. The entire history and order of the Wolf Race will be rewritten and reshaped by us—so that no wanderers will ever again suffer discrimination because of their bloodline. Texas is vast enough to accommodate every free-spirited Wolf Warrior. This is our last and only ho."
"My compatriots, long live the new Wolf Race, long live all roaming Wolves unwilling to succumb to slavery, long live freedom."
In his ears, Juliano’s deafening roar was heard.
Accompanied by a thunderbolt.
The torrential rain poured down.
The cries of the Wolf Race, mixed with howls, echoed throughout Wolf Castle. It was a voice of resistance belonging to the bottom-tier Wolves that even the storm could not suppress—if those lofty lords refuse to give us dignity, freedom, and equality.
Then we will take it with our own hands.
Break the chains.
Liberate all oppressed Wolves worldwide!
...
Your relationship with the parallel world power—the Wolf Race Federation—has been elevated to supre respect.
The probability of drawing a Wolf from the Federation in your next ten draws increased by fifty percent, and this retainer will inherit the battle record progress from the parallel world, aning he will rember your presence.
Your retainer, Chelina Di Basilicata, has passed the promotion exam. Please award her with honors as soon as possible.
Losa looked at the sowhat unfamiliar room furnishings after a month apart, feeling as if it was separated by another world.
He reached out and touched Prajna’s cheek.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the thin quilt covering her was pulled off, revealing a fair and smooth fragrant shoulder: "We’re back?"
"Mm."
Losa held her tightly, unwilling to get up for a long ti.
The scenes from the battle record, along with Juliano’s deafening roars at the funeral, still echoed in his mind.
The fatigue from the world of battle records was not supposed to carry over into the real world, but no matter how full his Spiritual Power was, the experiences in the battle records were no illusion.
It’s like having an extrely vivid and prolonged dream.
"Will it really be like a puppet?"
Prajna’s hand reached into Losa’s quilt, lowering her voice to ask.
"Of course not. Don’t listen to Jeanne’s nonsense."
To be honest, Losa loved Prajna’s icy deanor, the way she lightly frowned, biting her lip as she braced for impact, was truly irresistible to him.
This reaction was completely different from Jeanne’s.
Bam.
Jeanne pushed the door open.
A cunningly smug smile appeared on her face: "Let see what you two are doing behind my back?"
Losa was startled.
Prajna was too.
She actually didn’t sense Jeanne’s arrival, which was absolutely impossible before. Jeanne’s presence for dark creatures was like a bright sun in the night sky; hard to ignore.
Jeanne said triumphantly: "Don’t forget, I woke up earlier than you two. Unfortunately, the ti was too short. I had just hidden when you woke up."
She quickly approached the bedside.
"I’m glad you’re okay."
Losa looked at Jeanne, unhard as anticipated, but still, he felt a stone finally fall to the ground, bringing peace of mind.
Jeanne snorted lightly: "Don’t pretend to care about so much. First, pull back the quilt and let see if Miss Prajna’s innocent little hand is on an inappropriate part."
Losa: "..."
...
"What’s the matter with you all, didn’t sleep well last night?"
Anna looked at these people before her; though she had seen them not long ago, it felt like they had changed significantly from before.
"Long ti no see."
Furinjira greeted Anna, her eyelids weakly struggling to open, having fought hard throughout the night in the battle recordings world, finally obtaining a perfect Wolf Poison Potion formula.
As long as Chelina and Hans supply her with enough fresh blood, she is fully confident to produce a Wolf Poison Potion that can temporarily enhance the Wolf Race’s combat power by a quarter.
If Losa acquires new Wolf retainers, the utility of the Wolf Poison Potion will further increase.
"Anna, you’ve co just in ti, perfectly to witness Chelina’s promotion as my most honorable guest."
Promotion requires a ceremony.
Though Losa could rely place a sword on Chelina’s shoulder and mutter, "I permit you to be promoted," one must treat everyone fairly and not show favoritism.
"Miss Chelina Di Basilicata!"
"Present."
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