Man on the ark, forced to become king

It was barbaric, violent, backward, ignorant, and incompatible with modern civilization.

That's why she didn't want to stay here and tried her best to run away, but after going around in circles, she's back here now.

'Once we find Lappland, we must get her out of Syracuse.'

Although walking through a bustling city, Texas felt as if she were walking through an underground black market. Even the sunlight seemed to have turned colder. As she pondered her future plans, Texas touched the chest of her trench coat, feeling slightly more at ease.

There was a leaf placed there, which was said to be able to save her life in a critical moment.

If she could, she would prefer never to verify the results.

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"What exactly is this wolf you're talking about?"

On the second floor of the bar, in the office, W occupied the main seat behind the desk, which was also the largest and most comfortable chair in the entire room. He poked the girl's waist with his finger and asked her a question curiously.

The petite werewolf girl had her bright red outer garment stripped off and laid out on the table. Her hands and feet were bound, leaving her only in a close-fitting sweater and tight pants of an unknown material, making her appear even smaller.

Beside her, a dense array of miscellaneous weapons, such as throwing knives, daggers, blades, and short needles, covered half of the table.

On the surface, it's really hard to imagine how she managed to pack all those things into her clothes and still fight so nimbly without hurting herself.

“A wolf is a wolf. Red, cut it off.”

Even when tied to the table, the girl remained remarkably calm. Or rather, she seemed to have no concept of fear or dread. Her light brown eyes held nothing but her prey.

She tilted her head, her gaze fixed on Dassim, making Dassim feel a chill run down his spine.

He was completely bewildered, having no idea where he had offended this guy.

To call him a wolf and then pounce on him to cut him off is utterly absurd. In Syracuse, where Rupert roams everywhere, who isn't a wolf?

Putting everything else aside, isn't the 'White Wolf Killer' right there?

That guy has far more fame and bounty than him, so why is he being targeted so specifically and not even glanced at Lappland?

"Your name is Hong?"

W's eyes darted around, feeling he had gained some insight, and he continued, "If the wolf you're referring to is Rupert, are those two over there your targets?"

"He is a wolf, red, cut it off."

"Well, there's no way to ask that."

W asked several more times, but Red kept staring intently at Darcy without blinking. W had no choice but to give up on trying to get any information out of her.

All this guy could think about was cutting Dassimmi off; he didn't care about anything else and wouldn't answer. He was like a hopelessly brainwashed tool, devoid of his own thoughts, only knowing how to carry out his mission.

Even the Sarkaz, who are always contemptuously referred to as 'tools', wouldn't act like this. This kind of behavior is more desperate than that of a suicide squad. She doesn't even care about her own life!

Faced with such an unyielding target, W was truly at a loss. Rather than interrogation, she was better at solving problems directly and decisively.

"Excuse me, can I go to the restroom?"

Lappland watched for a long time, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Being in a room with two obviously mentally unstable lunatics made her feel very unsafe. If possible, she wanted to get out of this awful place as soon as possible and run far away.

“Miss Lappland, I haven’t neglected you, so why do you always try to run away from here?”

W remained silent, but Dassim couldn't hold back any longer.

He asked himself if he had done anything out of line these past few days. He had been provided with good food and drink, and had even taken down several groups of assassins. He had even spoken to them in a gentle and kind manner. So how did he, the protector, end up being portrayed as the villain? What kind of logic is this?

"I didn't mean to run, I just needed to use the restroom, I really just needed to use the restroom."

Lappland vehemently denied that she could answer the question.

After all, Dasmi had saved her life, provided her with valuable medicine, and treated her well for several days. It was really unreasonable for her to keep thinking about running away.

"Please."

W waved his hand to stop Dasmi from saying anything more, then leaned back lazily in his chair, seemingly unconcerned.

But before Lappland could even take a step, the following words echoed softly in her ears.

"However, I can't guarantee you won't get hurt by some gadgets once you leave this room. This is Syracuse, after all; it's not unreasonable for floor tiles to explode, is it?"

How reasonable!

Lappland was internally screaming, but outwardly remained calm and pretended not to hear.

Judging from her performance in the fight, this woman who handles bombs must be quite strong. She might not be able to defeat her. Of course, whether she can defeat her or not is not the point. The key is that she cannot make a move.

She is indeed an assassin, but not an unreasonable madwoman. She would never attack her benefactor. This woman has a close relationship with Dasmi, so she cannot make a move.

"Actually, I don't understand why you ran away either. But that's not important, and I don't care to know. Anyway, my mission is to protect the two of you. To avoid mission failure, you can't leave my sight for the time being."

W lay back in her chair, speaking lazily, two grenades spinning back and forth in her palms. Lappland's eyelids twitched, making her even more convinced that this guy was an even more abnormal madman than Darcy.

Who in their right mind would hold a bomb in their hand and play with it?

W didn't care what Lappland was thinking, nor did she bother to guess. Anyway, Lin Lu's intention was to protect these two, and that was all she was responsible for. As for the mission target's thoughts, they were not within her scope of concern.

Of course, she had another reason for coming here: to find a place to plant the golden tree. However, this was a rather troublesome matter. Finding a safe place in Syracuse was not easy, and she didn't know she had the ability to disregard the local gangs.

W was well aware of the immense power of a mafia family that could rule a city; she might seem a little crazy, but she wasn't stupid.

Therefore, the matter of planting the golden tree will have to wait until she has fully understood the situation here.

'This bar is definitely not suitable. If we want to plant trees, we'd better have a larger space. Perhaps we should find a bigger yard first?'

Thinking it over, W felt that his idea was correct, at least his line of reasoning was sound, so only...

"Ok?"

The mercenary girl suddenly looked up in a certain direction, as if she sensed a familiar aura that flashed by.

"The smell of wolves..."

Red, who had been staring intently at Dassim, also looked up at the same time, looking in the same direction. Her small nose twitched slightly, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

"Texas! This feeling... there's no mistake, it's Texas!"

Lappland was even more excited, jumping up from her chair and placing her hand on the hilt of her sword, trembling slightly with excitement.

If it weren't for these two guys, she would have rushed out right now.

That feeling was 1000% Texas!

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"I didn't expect to meet a descendant of Texas here. I heard you left Syracuse. It seems the information from the black market wasn't all accurate."

On the pedestrian street, Texas walked with her hands in her pockets, behaving like the other pedestrians around her, head down, but a soft whisper from behind made her stop.

Slightly turned to the side, standing behind was a red-haired Luper man who looked somewhat older. He wore a device resembling a gas mask over his mouth, which looked rather unusual. One of his eyes was grayish-white, and a hideous scar ran down from his forehead, across that grayish-white eye, and down to the device.

Norman Luches.

Texas frowned slightly, uttered the person's name, shifted her feet, turned around warily, and drew the Originium sword hilt, but did not activate it immediately.

"How did you recognize me?"

She asked casually, but her body beneath her clothes was completely tense, ready to pounce.

This guy... is a dangerous individual.

"Don't underestimate a wolf's sense of smell."

Norman shrugged and answered casually, showing no intention of making a move, as if he had just bumped into an old friend on the street and wanted to chat for a bit.

However, Texas still dared not relax in the slightest, but instead became even more vigilant, silently watching the man without saying a word.

“I really didn’t plan to do anything. Lyudmila is still waiting for me to go back—oh, I think I’m starting to get a little interested now.”

The man's calm gaze suddenly sharpened, focusing on Texas's trench coat chest. He lowered his body, his excitement evident.

In an instant, he seemed to transform from a human into a wolf eyeing its prey, his eyes filled with greed and bloodlust.

Danger!

A thought flashed through Texas's mind, and her body moved in the blink of an eye. The crimson Originium sword blade sprang open and was held horizontally in front of her.

when!

The claws, enveloped in crimson energy, clashed with the Originium sword blade, resulting in a draw.

"Gulu~"

When his first attack failed, Norman quickly retreated, his massive body lowering to almost parallel to the ground, on all fours, like a real wolf, a humanoid beast.

He stared intently at Texas's chest, swallowing hard, and blood welled up in his single, intact eye, turning it a deep crimson.

"Having a dessert before a main meal is also a good choice."

Chapter Seventeen: Street Brawl

“Norman, it’s daytime now. Even if you have a high status in the Lucchese family, you won’t get away with openly breaking the rules, will you?”

He gripped the sword hilt tightly in his hand, and the crimson blade that sliced ​​through the air grew even more intense, as if it had solidified into a physical form.

Texas took a few steps back, distancing herself from Norman who had suddenly attacked, and scanned the panicked crowd around her, trying to get him to stop.

She came here to save people, not to fight. This kind of inexplicable battle would do her no good.