Chapter 409: Chapter 94: Heart Knot

In the afternoon.

Wolf Castle had already mostly collected all the bodies and cleaned up the battlefield.

Furinjira obtained a massive amount of research material, and finally, there was no excuse for procrastination, forcing her to dedicate all the remaining time in the combat record world to the development of the Wolf Poison Potion.

The Wolf Poison Potion is a special magic potion that can transform ordinary humans into werewolves in a short time. It’s said that the ancient Vampires who founded the Blood Royal Court were the ones who developed the Wolf Poison Potion, producing the first-generation werewolves.

According to Furinjira’s estimate, the finished Wolf Poison Potion she developed should significantly enhance the combat power of the Wolf Race in a short period, effectively benefiting both Chelina and Hans.

The system had already reminded Losa that he needed to leave this world within twenty-four hours.

Losa forced himself to endure his exhaustion and instructed Captain Hog and his group of lawless zombie sailors to transfer the confiscated firearms and the Yakxi ship anchored at the harbor to the Texas Wolf Race.

The retreating Expedition Army wolves were still scattered outside. If they gathered, their power wouldn’t be much less than the Texas Wolf Race, deprived of the help of Losa and others.

But it could be foreseen that their morale was already destroyed, so they should not stay in Texas any longer and instead seek another path to return to the Two Sicilies. During this time, it’s the most precious development period for the Texas Wolf Race.

“Sir, regarding Jeanne, I am very sorry.”

The sound of Chelina’s footsteps was very light, and the sudden voice startled Losa.

“There’s a saying in the East: ’A clay pot doesn’t leave the well edge broken; a general inevitably dies on the battlefield.’ Moreover, this is just the combat record world; not only Jeanne, but I, Prajna, Hans… everyone was prepared for sacrifice.”

Losa comforted, “Sweat more in training, so that in real combat, such tragedies can be avoided as much as possible.”

“Teacher said, this war is just the beginning, but many people I know have died, and future outcomes are uncertain. Sir, can we really change the conclusion of all this?”

Chelina’s voice carried some frustration; at this moment, she rarely displayed the demeanor that a girl of her age should have.

“You’re worried about everyone, aren’t you?”

“A little bit.”

“Do you want to stay?”

Chelina hesitated for a moment but shook her head decisively: “Not really, I’ve already gotten used to staying by your side, sir.”

Losa couldn’t help but laugh, “Even if you wanted to stay, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway. Don’t take this combat record too seriously; it’s merely a key to unlock your mind knots. Remember, that’s all it is.”

Chelina paused slightly.

“I understand.”

Even if nothing has changed, she learned at least that her father is not solely an ambitious person; he also harbors idealist goals. The new Wolf Race’s unconventional ideas are clearly progressive.

That’s enough.

Losa suddenly said, “By the way, Nina, I heard that there is a Wolf Race leader in Two Sicilies named Giuseppe Garibaldi. He leads a group of rogue wolves who call themselves the Red Shirt Army—do you know him?”

“Giuseppe Garibaldi?”

Chelina asked in surprise, “Sir, you have heard of this name too? He’s indeed a formidable character. My teacher once received orders to assassinate him but ended up severely injured and took several months to recover in bed.”

“Request your father to make contact with such rebels. In the past, these rebels might not have looked favorably upon your father as a proponent of reform, but this time with his victorious aura from the New Continent, he might have the qualification to recruit these people.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Chelina did not ask Losa why he did not personally go to talk to Juliano. She could understand that Losa wanted to create an opportunity for her to speak directly with Juliano, helping her untie the last knot in her heart.

…

When finding Juliano, he was sternly instructing over ten Wolf Race warriors to gather the seized cannons, firearms, and other materials into storage. Due to the involvement of flammable and explosive White Crystal, it was necessary to handle everything carefully.

“Clan Leader Juliano, sir has some words for me to pass on.”

She repeated Losa’s words verbatim.

Juliano immediately understood and nodded, indicating that he had noted it.

In fact, such matters didn’t require Losa’s intervention; he was and is the leader commanding the New Continent Wolf Race. Basic political sense was already part of him. Garibaldi’s Red Shirt Army had always been his target to win over.

The two were silent.

A moment later, Juliano, somewhat emotionally, said, “Even though I’ve said this many times, every time I look at you, I still feel emotional—you were so small back then, and now, in the blink of an eye, you’re a big girl.”

“Here, this is for you.”

Chelina looked puzzled at the golden pocket watch handed to her by Juliano. She reached out and took it. Following the indication in his eyes, she flipped open the cover with her thumb, revealing a photograph of a beautiful woman.

She had long blue-gray hair and wore a blue and white evening gown. Her smile was gentle and elegant. Even from her appearance alone, one would think she must be a kind and gentle woman.

In her hand was a blue-covered book, and next to her was a steaming mug on the table. The sunlight was gentle, portraying a peaceful and harmonious scene.

Chelina couldn’t help but smile, “Is this Mother?”

“Yes, this is a photo of your mother. I captured it with a precious Memory Stone when I was pursuing her.”

Juliano’s face was full of nostalgia.

“So I look so much like Mother.”

Chelina carefully scrutinized the woman in the photo: her eyebrows, gaze, facial features, and contours were incredibly similar. Yet her mother appeared genuinely gentle; if she had still been alive, Chelina’s childhood would certainly have been much happier, right?

“Clan Leader Juliano, did you send me to Saluzzo because I looked too much like Mother, and you were afraid to be reminded of her presence?”

“No, it’s not.”

Juliano chuckled bitterly, admitting that while the reason sounded plausible, it wasn’t his intention: “What father would send his daughter far away to serve as a hostage over such concerns?”

“I just didn’t anticipate an elderly and seemingly senile Wolf Lord would act so decisively.”

“If his reaction wasn’t so strong, I intended you to lead our family’s people in the Two Sicilies ancestral land, detaching cleanly from us in the New Continent. Such a record avoiding interactions with ’rebellious’ individuals like us might enable the Wolf Lord to forgive you.”

“Is that so.”

Chelina was silent for a moment, then lightly chuckled, “Clan Leader Juliano, initially I thought you were an ambitious man, but now it seems you are, at most, an unintelligent ambitious man.”

“Indeed, I’m not smart.”

Juliano chuckled bitterly.

As a reformist within the ruling class, compromise was inherent. From beginning to end, Juliano never intended to truly resist the Wolf Lord’s rule, aiming merely for a “Vice King” title for himself within the Wolf Race.

But now, it seemed truly foolish.

“In this regard, we’re quite alike as father and daughter.”

Chelina cynically smiled. She recalled the moment her teacher taught her before his death; rebellion isn’t a dinner party, and this path was destined to cost many lives from the start.

Revolution requires blood and sacrifice.

“Indeed.”

The two exchanged knowing smiles.

Chelina’s emotional knot had dissipated; it wasn’t a big deal to begin with. Though still not closer to Juliano, there was no longer any resentment.

“Remember when you said the next time I came back, you’d take me to ride a big horse and experience the Texas cowboy life.”

“Sorry, I broke my promise…”

Juliano cautiously inquired, “If you wish, today is not too late.”

“Best not; only a father like you would think a young girl would enjoy riding a horse under the blazing sun, getting herself sunburnt to be a redneck.”

Chelina waved nonchalantly, “Get ready for the clan members’ funeral. As the clan leader, you need to say something to rally everyone’s spirits, so don’t fail in your duty again.”

Juliano was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Sorry, Nina.”

“No need, Father.”

Her last two words were spoken softly, yet Juliano heard them clearly, and his surprised face revealed a smile: “Hey, big girl, what did you just call me?”

ps: Today was really unfortunate; just after getting my second shot at the clinic due to Covid-19 resurgence, I returned home and accidentally stubbed my toe against the door frame, losing a part of my toenail. So I had to go back to the clinic to have the remaining part removed.

There should be another update before midnight.

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