Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

If the outspoken Javier were to offend the person in front of him, it wouldn't be as simple as offending a small fry like Albert; it would be far more terrifying than being ostracized by his current boss.

"Madame Sicily..."

Thomas repeated himself, then asked Javi:

"Who is she? Do you all know her?"

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Twenty-Four: Tokens

The questions posed by Tomat shattered any assumptions these people had about their identity.

How could someone who didn't know Madame Sicily receive items from her?

For a moment they wondered if Tomat was joking, but then they realized that he didn't seem to have any reason to joke.

It wasn't that he asked Madame Sicily for something, but rather that Madame Sicily voluntarily gave him the item.

This was a situation they could never have imagined.

"You don't know Marie Sicily? How could that be!"

Javi, the only one present who truthfully expressed his feelings, was about to make an introduction when Tomat looked out the window again and said to those around him:

"Someone's coming."

The black cars drove in neat rows towards the hotel and then lined up in front of it.

Deep black is the most common color of Syracuse family vehicles, so people often use the coat of arms on them to distinguish them.

The employees outside the car looked on curiously, wondering who would appear in front of the hotel with such a large entourage.

Then their expressions froze.

A wolf skull, surrounded by a wreath.

Under the full moon, the patterns on the emblem shone brightly.

That was the coat of arms that bore the name of the Council of Seven Hills—the emblem of Madame Sicily's personal guard.

The order established by the Wolf Mother over the seven hills was not maintained by one person alone, just as the rules established by the Sicilian Alliance and the twelve families were not solely based on her prestige.

A pack of wolves that will never betray, with the sharpest teeth, and the Ruperts who inherit ancient bloodlines and a glorious past, have gathered here.

"It's... the 'wolf pack'! The 'wolf pack' is coming!"

As locals from Syracuse and also employees of the family, they spoke timidly and quietly to the black-suited Ruperts who were stepping out of the car.

Their uniform clothing offered no obvious protection or weaponry, yet it instilled a genuine fear in the Syracuses around them—especially Rupert.

Javi and Austa, both flustered and terrified, pressed themselves against the window, watching the Rupert outside. The hotel owner also held his breath.

Leaving aside the first two, even the hotel owner, who was a respected figure in his family, had never seen such a spectacle before.

Dozens of wolves, rumored to secretly execute family members who seriously violate the rules, appeared in this place.

Is this for fighting, or for delivering supplies?

If he were actually a dangerous man who was an enemy of Madame Sicily... then wouldn't he have—as fear shifted from the wolves to Tomat, Tomat got out of the car.

Javi patted Austa on the shoulder, then pointed to Tomat's back, while Austa gave him a "Are you crazy?" look.

But in the end, Javier followed, and Austa had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow closely behind.

Only the boss hesitated before choosing to leave last.

"you're awake?"

However, Thomas got off the bus not to join the Ruperts, but to head straight for the hotel entrance.

There stood a snow-white Katarina woman—Frostnova had awakened and come over.

"It was so noisy just now, with explosions and gunshots. And now there are a few guys around who make me feel really uncomfortable. How can I possibly sleep?"

Frostnova's hair was still a bit messy, and judging from her sleep-deprived appearance, it was clear that the time Tomat spent looking for the car hadn't been enough for her to get a proper nap.

She looked at the row of cars and the Rupert people in front of them with her still sleepy eyes, and said with a hint of surprise:

"Hmm... these must be the 'wolves' that Red mentioned. They do seem a bit different from the average Lupo, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Thomas asked, still showing no inclination to approach them: "Stronger?"

Froststar studied them for a while: "Indeed, compared to the average Lupo, each of them seems ridiculously strong."

She then continued, "Here to kill you?"

Thomas rolled his eyes at her: "How could that be... I don't remember doing anything to offend the people here."

Shuangxingdao retorted without any surprise, "If you could remember that, it must be something very serious."

Thomas shrugged, then slowly walked toward the group.

Frostnova accompanied her, while Javi and Austa followed behind at a certain distance. Frostnova expressed her confusion, but Tomat simply shook his head, indicating that he had no idea what the two were up to.

Hello, is there something you need?

Thomas's straightforward greeting did not elicit any surprise from the people; they were highly competent and seemed unmoved by anything unusual.

"...Hello."

The wolves stood in two rows, but one of them, clearly the leader, was holding an exquisite box in front of him with smooth leather gloves.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. Madame Sicily asked us to give this to you."

With a click, the box opened, revealing a small piece of jewelry that was slightly less impressive than the box itself.

Five wild animal teeth were strung on the rough hemp rope, the middle one curved and sharp, like a carnivore's canine tooth, while the other four were slightly shorter.

Upon closer inspection, the teeth seem to radiate a faint glow, like the bright moonlight, and their surface has fine lines that are either naturally formed or applied later.

"This is?"

"The handover was rushed, and we don't know much about this item, but the lady called it..."

The other party steadily handed the box to Tomat, and only after Tomat received it with both hands did they say:

“...'The mother wolf's love'.”

The communicator rang at just the right moment. The wolf, who had no hands, turned on his communicator and played it aloud.

In the battle of the Seven Hills, the wolf mother sacrificed herself to stop the fighting, and her bones became a token for the pack of wolves.

[The symbol of order will flatten the turbulent desires; all struggle will be forbidden.]

[No Rupert may contend with the holder of the token, nor may the holders of the tokens kill one another.]

The tokens I distributed, and the Sicilian alliance and the twelve families built upon them, are merely a clumsy imitation of the Wolf Mother, but the item in your hand is the genuine article.

Mr. Tomat, I hope this item will serve as a symbol of goodwill between Syracuse and you.

"Huh? Oh, I've already put it on. Anyway, you mean 'let's be friends,' right?"

Thomas looked at the bracelet in the moonlight, then glanced at the Lupo people around him.

That's right.

On the other end of the communication, an affirmative reply came.

“I said, I don’t even know you, how can I make friends? Friends aren’t so easy to come by.”

Thomas's words seemed to imply that he wanted to ask for something more.

"After all, 'friendships' and 'agreements' built on exchanging gifts are useless if either party wants to turn against the other."

You're right, but now's not the time to turn against each other, right?

"Of course, I'm just here for tourism."

【Then accept it as a souvenir for tourists.】

"That's a good idea, but if you really want to make friends next time, I suggest you come and interact with them in person."

I will definitely keep my appointment.

After the communication ended, the wolf pack nodded to Thomas and drove away again—then, shortly after, Frostnova whispered in his ear on tiptoe:

"You've got some nerve, making a date with someone else right in front of me?"

"It's just polite talk... Anyway, neither of us plans to be friends with each other."

Thomas shook the tooth bracelet, then took it off and said:

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have given me this. It seems to have some kind of... magic on it, which makes me feel no desire to attack Ruper when I wear it, and vice versa."

When Thomas was supporting Madame Sicily's explanation, he kept a close eye on the Ruperts, precisely to verify this point. After all, not everyone speaks with a bunch of misleading descriptions; at least many of Madame Sicily's words were literal.

Perhaps it is some kind of special Originium Arts that, when attached to this ornament, makes the Lupo people lose their desire to attack the wearer, becoming unable to defend themselves or attack, and even instinctively submitting. This is the method that the Wolf Mother used to quell the conflict, and it is also what the Sicilian lady is doing now.

However, Tomat felt that even while wearing the bracelet, he could still break free from the spell's constraints and slap the other Lupo people across the face.

Accepting this was merely to avoid unnecessary complications, although this action still inadvertently equated him with expressing friendship and establishing relations with a country.

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Twenty-Five - You Can Choose to Refuse

"It's ironic. They came here just to relax and have a vacation, yet they effortlessly received the equivalent of an entire country's goodwill and forged a 'friendly' relationship with them..."

The next morning, Tomat and Froststar left the hotel together and slowly walked towards the parking lot.

The road was surprisingly deserted because what happened last night had made them no longer "worthy of being approached." This is not meant in a derogatory sense, but rather because at certain times, their status and position have become unbelievably high, and others would consciously feel that associating with such people would only increase their own risks.

Thomas twirled the bracelet he'd received the night before on his finger, discussing with Frostnova the value of this small ornament.

"Some people may work hard for decades but still not be able to get certain forces to take them seriously. They won't cooperate with you, let alone show you any goodwill. Is it because they don't work hard enough? Of course not. It's just because the other party looks down on you. They think your intelligence value is low, they think your strength is weak. Anyway, they have all sorts of reasons to despise you."

"I know what kind of people these self-serving people are like, which is why I hate their opportunistic attitudes and how they change their stance completely once they find a situation that is unfavorable or favorable to them."

Froststar looked at what he was holding and said, "But you didn't refuse this, did you?"

Thomas smiled and said, "Perhaps they were lucky, or perhaps they were cautious enough not to cause trouble for me when they knew nothing about me, nor to attack me when they had only a superficial understanding of me—in other words, they at least knew what they were supposed to do."

Frostnova said, "It sounds a bit like something Dr. Kal'tsit complained about."

Thomas seemed slightly surprised: "She can complain?"

Froststar pondered for a moment: "It's precisely because she rarely complains that she leaves such a deep impression, even though she always speaks with a completely expressionless face—sometimes she said that the nations of the land don't know what they need to face, nor do they realize that their strength is insufficient to fight against the real disaster, yet they still ignore it after learning the truth, either blindly confident that they can conquer everything, or they disdain it or even think they can justify it to gain benefits."