People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 767 The arrival of an old friend

Chapter 767 The arrival of an old friend

If the Mexicans of later generations were given a chance to vote, they would probably not hesitate at all whether to be Texans or to continue being Mexicans.

But now, it’s hard to say, initial resistance is inevitable.

Although Mexicans are not considered "white" because they have a high proportion of Native American ancestry, they are also staunch supporters of the Catholic camp.

The caravan drove slowly on the country dirt road. Losa, who had transformed into a human form again, rested his head on Prajna's soft and cold thighs, frowned slightly, and endured the tearing pain coming from his body.

Although Archbishop Michael's obsidian sword did not cause him any physical injuries, the extremely aggressive holy light in it was still running rampant in his body.

The sword that Michael gambled his life with seemed to have injected his rock-hard will into it.

Prajna was a little worried and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Losa opened his eyes and looked at Prajna, who was still flawlessly beautiful in the "death perspective". He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "It's not a serious problem. I can go back to Wolfburg and let Nia treat it."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sighed: "This little bit of holy light burning the body is still far from what Jeanna has to endure every time."

In the decisive battle with the British, Lothar didn't really want to let Na fight again. Although the death in the combat record was not a real death, the process and the degree of pain were not false at all.

Prajna's eyelashes were long and dense, like two rows of small brushes. She blinked lightly and said, "After I get promoted, I will help her share some of the burden in the future."

In the team, the Crusaders raised the flag of the double-headed eagle and marched forward with the caravan surrounded by them. The Texans were full of curiosity about this cavalry team that truly came from the Middle Ages.

Centurion Leon hesitated for a moment, but took the initiative to step forward and talk to the general riding a land dragon.

He was really curious about what kind of mysterious existence the legendary giant ship of yesterday was.

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New Elysium, Georgia.

Since the Spring of Nations in Europe, traditional monarchs have become increasingly aware of the horror of "troublesome people". In addition to passively carrying out a series of reforms, the old Emperor Franz once again expanded his spy department. Although their scale is not as pervasive as MI6, their tentacles can be reached even as far as the New World.

Elysium means "paradise" or "blessed land" in Greek. New Elysium is a rare town composed of Greek immigrants.

After Greece was liberated from the Ottoman Empire, it embraced the great ideal of rebuilding Byzantium.

Unfortunately, the gap between ideal and reality is too big. Except for Greece, which depends on the great powers and has in fact become an economic colony of the great powers, no one wants to see the double-headed eagle rise again.

The narrow and barren land has turned Greece, which has a glorious history, into a tiny country.

They came from Bavaria, and the king of the Wittelsbach family had been ousted, but before that, there were also Greeks who were sponsored by the Wittelsbach royal family and came to the New World to make a living, such as the residents of Elysium, who were still loyal to the old royal family.

As a result, the German Federation's spies extended their tentacles into this small town.

In the most luxurious mansion in the town, the mayor of New Elysium was respectfully welcoming a young man with an extraordinary temperament as he walked to the door.

He wore a gray top hat and had a beautiful, carefully trimmed beard covering his upper lip. His every move exuded a noble air. The mayor didn't know who this young man was, but he had the honor of participating in an upper-class ball in Georgia. Compared with this young man, even the congressmen and large landowners at the ball looked like country bumpkins.

Ruprecht leaned on his walking stick, shielded his eyes with his hands, and looked at the changing sky outside: "This is the New World. It's much warmer than Bavaria. No wonder it is called the 'paradise'."

At this time, it is already very cold in Bavaria.

The mayor did not respond, but stepped aside cautiously. He was well aware that the visitor was of such a prominent status that he could not possibly talk to him.

Behind Ruprecht, a male noble wearing black stockings and high heels said with a bitter face, "Your Highness, I don't understand why you insisted on leaving Neuschwanstein Castle and taking the teleportation array to participate in this mission, but I can't explain to His Majesty the King if you only have a little scratch."

"I want to see what that little girl Vivian wants to do by running to this wild continent. Besides, if I don't come, can you guys take Vivian back by force?"

As the most capable man among the German royal families, Crown Prince Ruprest is the crown prince of the Kingdom of Bavaria, the second most powerful state in Germany, although this ranking is on par with the Principality of Brandenburg.

"But the destination is in the war zone. Isn't it too dangerous for the two of us to go there alone? I think you should contact the British through the Royal Government. Aren't those Jacobites always trying to please you?"

The Crown Prince sneered, "No need for that. If I contact them, the Hanoverian royal family will be unable to sleep. I also want to take this opportunity to take a good look at how big the gap is between our Bavarian army and the British."

As the second most powerful state in Germany, Bavaria still retains its own army, but its combat effectiveness has performed quite poorly in all previous wars, and the crown prince has long wanted to carry out military reforms.

He reached out and patted his follower on the shoulder: "Don't worry, with my strength, I can protect both of you and me without any problems."

Texas, New Sicily.

"This is Texas. It looks nice, but why does this town look like there's not a single person in sight?"

The woman who had just got off the boat looked carefully at the surrounding scenery. In this small town, she could find many wolf-style features, which made her feel a sense of familiarity as if she had returned to Italy.

The butler was worried: "Miss, please wear your hood and mask. If the Wolf Lord knew that we were coming to Texas this time, the end of the Saluzzo family would be here."

Valentina sneered, "What are you afraid of? Times are different now. Besides, with my attainments in stealth, if I don't want to be seen, no one can see me."

She said, clapping her hands.

More than a dozen dark shadows immediately appeared behind him.

"Go find a way. If you encounter any British, kill them all. Other than that, don't get into conflict with the locals. If you encounter any Texans, say we are volunteers who came to help."

"Miss, the Texans may not appreciate it."

The old butler beside him frowned and said, "The last time our Saluzzo family came to Texas, they came as enemies."

"Don't worry, Nina's father is not a fool. In fact, he has already sent people to contact various local families in private. After all, with the Wolf Lord's behavior, it's not just our Saluzzo family that is dissatisfied with him."

Valentina seemed to have remembered something interesting when she said this. She sneered, "You forgot how furious the Wolf Lord and Axi's wolf cubs were when Lothar killed one and a half of the Wolf Lord's liquidation team and turned Milan City upside down."

"But even though they were so angry, did the Yaxi family dare to do anything afterwards? Instead, they took the initiative to cut off many of the claws that were reaching out to our superior family."

The butler said with some dissatisfaction: "Don't mention that Losa. He brought so much trouble to the family, but later when we investigated his identity, we were not even sure whether he was a member of our family."

After Losa "faked his death" and escaped, his fictitious identity became increasingly faint in the memories of the Saluzzo family.

(End of this chapter)