Reunion

The negotiations were no longer as amicable as before. Both sides sparred with words, trading blows without yielding an inch.

Texas's New Werewolves were actually quite repulsed by the Old Werewolves' ways. After all, only one-third of the New Werewolves' core members came from House of Basilicata.

The greater number were wandering werewolves from Europe who had suffered oppression. Those reeking of the Old Werewolves' stale ways were precisely the culprits behind the wandering werewolves' plight.

Valentina's hope of "buying into Texas" at this moment would clearly provoke considerable discontent.

Though their visit could be called timely aid, someone had already delivered the coal before them.

The two sides were, in fact, in a mutually beneficial arrangement. Each needed something from the other, but neither was indispensable to the other.

Take immigration, for instance. Even without Saluzzo, Giuliano's prestige from this great victory meant he would have no shortage of other partners.

"Miss Valentina, you must understand that while we are deeply grateful for your arrival, Texans have already proven their strength. We have the power to resist the invaders."

Giuliano clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Not only have we repelled the English's first offensive, but we also have the Mexicans in the south watching us like tigers. News has just arrived that the Rangers led by Mr. Lothar have defeated the New Army troops they were so proud of, equipped with full English gear. They even captured their president, Porfirio. So long as we defeat the English once more, this war will end in victory for the Lone Star Republic."

"Mr. Lothar?"

Valentina keenly caught the important point. There was nothing surprising about Texans defeating the Mexicans if they could defeat the English. "I have never heard of such a figure among Basilicata's younger generation."