After parting ways with Lavinia.
Losa didn't immediately go to meet up with Valentina, but instead went to the still-operating bakery in the square, bought two large bags of cheap black bread, and walked into the alleys.
Even before he got close, someone by the campfire looked at him with a wary expression.
The person had noticeable traits of the Wolf Race on their head, but no tail, indicating that they were of mixed blood with a relatively thin lineage of the Wolf Race. Apart from having a stronger physique than ordinary people, families usually were unwilling to recruit them.
"Please stay there and don't move, sir."
The man stood silhouetted against the light, with unkempt hair and beard. His pupils glowed a ghostly green: "We're just taking shelter here. If it's inconvenient for you, we can leave immediately."
"These are for you."
Losa squatted down, placed the bread on the ground, then raised his hands and slowly stepped back.
After a long time.
