About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

When the two were about to leave the command center, Orson happened to see Wei Yanwu, the chess player of Yan State.

"Hello, Commander Wei."

Orson didn't think much of it and instinctively greeted the other party, but for some reason, Wei Yanwu showed a somewhat embarrassed expression after noticing Orson.

"Huh? Oh, Orson, huh."

"?"

Before Orson could ask Wei Yanwu why he looked so embarrassed, the next second he saw a woman wearing a gorgeous and elegant oriental kimono, who looked a bit like a ghost or a qilin, walking out from the side.

"Wei Yanwu, I'm not going to ask you why you didn't attend the afternoon meeting yesterday. You and I have been married for a long time. How about we skip some unnecessary arguments?"

"Wen Yue, there are outsiders now... I know."

Wei Yanwu, who usually looked shrewd and at ease, lowered his head without arguing. He took out a long, flat piece of wood from the utility room nearby and walked dejectedly to the next room.

If Orson was not mistaken, the scientific name of that thing should be washboard.

...I always feel like I have accidentally glimpsed the distribution structure of power at the top level of Longmen.

"Hello, Mrs. Wen Yue."

Texas, who was standing by, nodded slightly and greeted Wen Yue when he saw her.

"Long time no see, Miss Texas. I hope you've gotten used to this city. This guy next to you... is Orson, right?"

"Yes, hello, ma'am."

Orson, who was called out, performed chivalrous etiquette almost instinctively. He had heard of Madam Wen Yue before, but he had never expected that the way they met for the first time would be so subtle.

"There are rumors that you are a legitimate knight of Casimir, and it seems they are true."

"Uh... no."

Wen Yue gave Orson a reassuring smile, while observing the boy in a subtle way.

—He dresses simply and modestly, but he also pays attention to his personal image. His manners are impeccable, and he didn't show any timidity or nervousness around me and Wei Yanwu. Although he looks a bit short, he feels very reliable...

"Please don't take the previous misunderstanding to heart and get along well with Huijie."

After the appraisal was completed, Wen Yue nodded to Orson and then walked into Wei Yanwu's previous room.

“……?” “……”

Orson tilted his head, while Texas looked wary.

After a round of express delivery, only the last small box was left.

"To, Orson—this is for you, Orson."

Texas glanced at the name on the package. The recipient was Orson.

"For me?"

Orson took the not-so-big package and saw Kal'tsit's name on the recipient list.

——It's the antidote for 'Chimera Blood', right?

Orson remembered what happened with Lappland before, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Um...I'll sign for this package first. I have some other things to take care of here, Texas. I'll be leaving first."

Now that the antidote has arrived, of course it must be delivered to Lappland as soon as possible - thinking so, Orson made up a reason to explain to Texas, then got out of the car and left.

"..."

Texas in the car looked at Orson's back as he left, thought for a moment, got out of the car, and followed quietly.

49. Texas Caught in Bed

"Lone Wolf, your actions will be regarded as—ahem!!"

The Originium sword pierced through the chest of the man in front of him. Texas, dressed in a suit, said nothing as he pulled out the hilt of the sword, letting the red blood splatter.

"You bastard……"

Not far behind Texas, a man with both legs chopped off cursed under his breath as he tremblingly raised his crossbow and aimed it at the lone wolf in his sight.

The man is a killer hired by a local gang, and his mission is to "investigate and deal with the 'lone wolf' who blew up a family landmark building a few days ago."

Although he knew that this was not an easy task, he never expected that the other party would take the initiative to attack. These hunters who were originally responsible for finishing the job became prey instead.

Not only that……

"Don't think I'm always watching over you, Texas~"

brake--

Before the man detained the class, a silver light flashed, and the man's palm and the crossbow arrow flew out together.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

brake!

Then, the silver-white blade pierced through the top of the man's head, almost penetrating half of his body.

"..."

Texas turned to look at the dead man and the white and black Luper girl standing behind his body.

"I'll take your silence as a thank you."

The silver-haired wolf, Lappland, pulled the sword out of the corpse, humming a prayer song while wiping the blood off the blade with a white cloth.

"..."

Texas still didn't respond. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, put it in her mouth, struck a match to light it, and then looked silently at the messy room full of corpses.

"You should know, Texas. Your previous actions were meaningless. The one who caused the destruction of your family was the 'werewolf tamer,' and those guys were just unlucky weapons chosen - really, you're capable of even crazier actions than I imagined, haha."

Laplande said to Texas with a smile.

"I know, but hatred is hatred, and the 'weapons' driven by people also need to be destroyed."

"Haha, I don't mind. But if you act like this, you're completely opposing all the families, you know? The 'Werewolf Tamer' won't let you go—maybe I'll get a mission to kill you tomorrow."

"Haven't you taken it before, and ultimately failed?"

Texas glanced at Laplander, then threw his half-taken cigarette to the ground.

There was a brief silence between the two, but for Lapland, she didn't dislike this silence.

However, Texas' next words were something Lapland could not accept, or had never thought of.

"I'm ready to quit, Lappland."

Texas spoke these brief words calmly, but it was these words that made Lappland's pupils tighten.

"...You never joke, Texas. But I didn't expect you to do something half-hearted like that. I wouldn't mind going crazy with you until the end, but you're the first one to run away?"

Lappland placed her hand lightly on the hilt of the sword at her waist. Her tone was still playful, but the anger contained in it gradually emerged.

"It's already too much involved, Lappland. I don't intend to risk it all on this land."

Texas handed the cigarettes and matches in his pocket to Laplander, who simply dropped them to the ground.

"You should know better than anyone what happens to the wolves who want to leave Syracuse, Texas."

Lappland drew both swords from his waist, and the silver-white long swords pointed directly at Texas's brow.

"...We will die together one day, Lappland, but it won't be today."

Texas gently grasped the hilt of the Originium sword, and the orange light barely illuminated the unrecognizable corpse sandwiched between the two of them.

The next second, the teeth-grinding sound of swords clashing and colliding continued to burst out.

Tens of minutes later——

"That idiot... Ha, he really has no intention of showing mercy."

Lappland sat on the ground leaning against the wall. She put her two swords aside and bandaged the wound on her left shoulder while talking to herself.

All around her were traces and cracks from the collision of swords and knives, and one could clearly feel that this place had experienced a battle.

You can't escape your past, Texas. You, like me, are destined to wander, struggle, and ultimately die in the most tragic way possible in hell.

"—But, if you really want to escape, to find that spider thread from hell..."

"Bless this lost soul, Lord—shit, my arm hurts."

Lapland closed his eyes slightly and offered a cursing prayer amid the corpses.

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"..."

Early in the morning, Lapland got up from the bed on the attic of a church somewhere in Longmen and rubbed his eyes which were not fully open.

The thin pure white underwear covered her most private parts as a woman, and the rest of her skin exposed to the air was white and slender, porcelain-like skin that was completely unlike the profession of "killer".

However, scattered across this "artwork" were extremely eye-catching black Originium crystals, constantly reminding others that this silver-haired Lupo girl was an 'infected', and one whose lifespan would not be very long.

This is Lapland's temporary residence in Lungmen. Although it is a public church, there are very few believers coming here. The priest who manages the church is a guy who is hungover for 24 hours out of 22 hours. It is absolutely suitable as a temporary residence.

After washing up and putting on white clothes that could cover the Originium crystals, Lappland happened to meet the priest who was preparing to "preach".

"Good morning, Father Anderson."

"Good morning, Lappy. Hiccup, this batch of wine sent down from above is...hiccup, quite strong. It's much better than that shoddy stuff from Rutland...hiccup, much better."

A middle-aged man wearing priest's clothes, with a red face, leaning in front of the podium, raised a half-bottle of wine and greeted Lappland.

"Haha, be careful not to choke yourself to death."

"God doesn't want me to...hiccup. Anyway, I'll be back in a bit. I have a seminar to attend. When you leave, remember to hiccup, remember to amen, not...jiamen, not—remember to lock the door."

After the daily 'sermon' was over, Lappland took the key from the priest and watched him move to the next drinking party in a slime-like posture.

Guessing when this guy drank himself into the ICU became Lapland's daily hobby, but perhaps it was precisely because of this guy's condition that he let Lapland stay without any doubt.

"Didi dididi——"

The phone rang, Lapland removed the standby mode, and an anonymous text message appeared on the phone screen.

[There is a local slum resistance in District 27, go and destroy it]

The content is as brief as ever. After all, the act of killing does not require too much preparation. Arrive at the location, meet up with the messenger, get the intelligence, and then carry out the mission - the process is always so simple.

"Ugh...?"

Just as Lappland was about to put the phone into her pocket, a dizziness suddenly struck her brain.

The blood in the body suddenly accelerated and ignited, and gradually became agitated. The skin under the clothes also became stinging, and a certain "desire" once again surged up uncontrollably.

"Ha ha……"

Lappland half-squatted, breathing heavily in an attempt to lower the increasingly hot temperature in her body, but the warm breath could not take away any heat, and a flush gradually appeared on her cheeks.

——It’s like this again…

The scene of the young man being knocked to the ground by her appeared in Lappland's mind. The joy at that moment far outweighed all the pain, but this joy became a poison that continued to erode her.

Lappland was even a little confused. Was this the so-called "withdrawal reaction" or was her body really beginning to crave it after having tasted the sweetness?

...No, no, no, I'm not a rabbit, how is that possible!

Laplander rushed to the baptismal font in the church and plunged her head in, letting the cold water soak her. The icy stinging sensation barely prevented the "withdrawal reaction".

Lagou took out a towel to wipe his head, and at this moment, the cell phone beside him rang again.

"Didi didi didi!!"

"..."

Lappland frowned as he looked at the caller ID named "Puppy", and for a moment hesitant about whether he should answer the call from Orson.

She was not only conflicted because of what she had experienced with Orson in the back alley, but also because Lappland was not sure whether she should continue to have contact with Orson.

Lappland had no intention of leaving this city alive. She had made a "deal" with someone before arriving here.