Chapter 806: Chapter 30: The Will of the Texans

"Mr. Losa is back!"

A young warrior of the Texas Wolf Race suddenly shouted in excitement, "Everyone, look, that’s Mr. Losa!"

Before many words could be exchanged, the Texas Border Guards escorting the refugees arrived galloping on their mounts.

They had a look of mountainous reverence on their faces: "Mr. Losa, it’s an honor to see you again. I heard about what happened on the Florida Coast; was it the handiwork of Ms. Jeanne?"

Losa admitted it openly, which was followed by cheers from the crowd.

"That’s incredible!"

"What I was most worried about before were the British airships. After all, those things reportedly can fly above the clouds and drop bombs on us from overhead. Even if we mounted cannons on top of the mountain, we still wouldn’t be able to reach them."

The Wolf Race isn’t the Blood Royal Court, capable of assembling a bunch of construct demons as guards, and able to fly themselves, while also using various magic to defend against aerial attacks.

In this era, anti-air capabilities are inherently weak, and many countries have no concept of air defense at all.

Even if Clan Leader Juliano claimed they would shrink back into the mountain city and threaten the enemy with an explosion of the vein to avoid using heavy weapons, it was merely betting their fate in the enemy’s hands.

They all know that the white crystal vein isn’t so easily detonated. The British, who often use explosive white crystal, likely have deeper research in this area.

They are probably able to find a balance between bombing New Basilicata without affecting the white crystal vein.

It’s merely deciding not to use powerful artillery, but small-scale bombing is hardly avoidable.

"Everyone, come and see, this is Mr. Losa, who has helped us greatly!"

The Border Guards called over the Texas civilians, who eagerly came forward to express their gratitude.

Many people took out gifts to give to Losa, and Viviana and Lavinia weren’t spared either.

They were soon adorned with presents from Texans, canned goods, beer, pickled oysters, lobster rolls, buttered shrimp...

As a nation of immigrants, Texas includes civilized natives, mixed Hispanic immigrants, Dixie people, and Italian immigrants.

Their food style is adapted to Texas, which has spawned various odd "delicacies."

Viviana, holding an armful of gifts, found it both amusing and overwhelming: "These people are incredibly enthusiastic."

Lavinia snorted softly: "We are basking in Losa’s glow; they weren’t this warm to us before."

"Did you see those fiery ladies? If Losa nods, they’ll dive into a tent at any time."

Viviana earnestly defended Losa: "Losa isn’t someone who lusts after beauty. When he was Emperor and King, he barely used maids."

Lavinia glanced at Losa with a meaningful look: "Maybe he’s too used to the white bread of home to swallow the black bread outside."

Losa was a bit embarrassed: "Alright, let me handle these gifts. Are you going to continue exploring the customs of Texas, or head straight back to Wolf Castle with me?"

He spoke, opening the King’s Treasure Ring to accept all the gifts.

The sentiments of the Texans had reached him; they don’t wish to lose their freedom, even among the Dixie immigrants from the Thirteen Colonies.

The Basilicata Family has crafted not just a paradise for the Wolf Race in Texas.

Once occupied by the British, the vast majority would become inferior people. Especially those of mixed Hispanic and native heritage, unaccepted by natives nor seen as white.

In Spanish colonial times in Mexico, these mixed Hispanics suffered numerous persecutions and massacres—not to mention even those of pure Hispanic lineage having little standing in the Thirteen Colonies.

They resist British rule even more than the Wolf Race, given the Texas Wolf Race could abandon Texas and continue westward, or head straight south to take a piece of land in a small South American country.

However, they have no retreating options—westward is a life-threatening gamble, with survival odds worse than extracting minerals for the British.

Unfortunately, they are not subjects under one’s rule, and "highly anticipated" cannot come into effect.

Lavinia shook her head: "Let’s return; there’s not much left to see. The British, like locusts, bring disaster and pain to every corner of the world."

Viviana furrowed her brows—each country in this wild era is essentially the same.

Her homeland also attempted overseas exploration, only with little success.

In this sense, the great powers are all a flock of crows, just the Great Britain claims the largest and widest land, making it appear exceptionally dark.

Losa smiled: "Ladies, are you ready to take flight?"

The air turned scorching, and the massive body of the demon dragon suddenly manifested, eliciting exclamations as it carried the two women skyward.

Only the eclipse left on the ground, let out an unwilling neigh.

The strong wind blew open Viviana’s hood, her platinum blonde hair dancing wildly in the air.

She and the judge lady held onto the bone spurs on the demon dragon’s spine, left and right: "Losa, did you just leave the eclipse there?"

"I’ve already instructed it to return to Wolf Castle with the Texans; it can’t possibly ride on my back as its hooves would slip."

Losa spread his broad wings, soaring in the wind.

True Dragon Transformation cost him nothing extra; as he used this ability more frequently, his control over the True Dragon Body became increasingly proficient.

Lavinia’s voice came from behind: "Losa, can we help the Texans win this war?"

The sights and experiences over these days had deeply impacted Lavinia.

"Hmm, we will."

"Losa, you often say I am an idealist; if you’re right, this place resembles my Ideal State, though still rough and imperfect, with discrimination persisting between different ethnic groups."

The sights and experiences over these days had deeply impacted Lavinia.

"Hmm, we will."

"Losa, you often say I am an idealist; if you’re right, this place resembles my Ideal State, though still rough and imperfect, with discrimination persisting between different ethnic groups."

The sights and experiences over these days had deeply impacted Lavinia.

"Hmm, we will."

"Losa, you often say I am an idealist; if you’re right, this place resembles my Ideal State, though still rough and imperfect, with discrimination persisting between different ethnic groups."