Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was raining.

The man in a hooded trench coat was lying on his stomach on the seat next to the bed, asleep.

At this time, with a flash of lightning outside the window, the dull thunder suddenly exploded soon after, like a thunderous drum, and the huge sound obviously woke up the man.

He stood up on his elbows on the table, his steps vague.

I felt a hangover-like dizziness in my head.

The table was crooked, full of unlabeled wine bottles, which showed that he must have drunk a lot last night, and the rainy weather outside the window made him unable to tell whether it was morning or evening for a while.

Who am I?

Where am I?

The man pondered for a while, felt a drowsiness in his head, and gave up.

He stepped over a drunk man who was lying on the ground, and he didn't even wake him up by the dense thunder, and walked straight to the bar.

The wooden bar counter, with its mottled marks, has been polished to a shiny finish.

The man tapped the table lightly with two fingers, attracting the bartender's attention.

"What is this place?"

The bartender, a burly middle-aged man, said impatiently when he heard this: "Where did you come from, Germanic barbarian, I don't understand your nonsense, and when you come to us, you should speak our language." ”

The man understood what the other party was saying, thoughtfully.

Italian...

The accent is not too strong, it should be northerner.

Because in the south, that is, in the territory of the Two Sicilies, there used to be Normans, Greeks, Moors, Saracens... Although they are Latinized, they still maintain some of their traditions.

Drawing some information, the man skillfully switched to Italian and asked again, "Where is this?" ”

"Can't you see it yourself, of course this is a tavern, Iron Fist and Beauty Tavern!"

The bartender had two thick dark circles on his face, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, which was obviously one of the reasons why he was very short-tempered.

"Okay, you already know where this is, now hurry up and pack your things and get out, Iron Fist and the Bible Tavern will not be open in the morning!"

"Also, I advise you to see if your wallet is still there."

"If you lose it, we won't be responsible."

When the bartender speaks, he subconsciously brings his five fingers together and swings up and down with the intensity of his tone.

This gesture seemed to awaken the man's memory, he rubbed his eyebrows, and muttered, "This is not the same as last time." ”

I'm Lothar, and I'm supposed to be in the world of combat records now.

It is speculated that it is in Italy, or in a tavern opened by an Italian in the New World, although I don't know what I did before, but at the moment, the most important thing is to meet with Cellinina and them as soon as possible.

Based on the experience of the last combat record, they should not be far from themselves.

It's just, why are you hungovered here?

Or is it just a background that the system presets for itself?

"What is this place?"

Lothar asked again.

A hint of anger rose across the bartender's face, and he rolled up his cuffs, revealing an iron anchor-like tattoo on them.

"If you want to make trouble, this is the property of the Sassari family, and outsiders like you will be stuffed into wine barrels and thrown into the sea, and those patrolmen will not say a word to you!"

Lothar tapped lightly on the table, "Relax, man, what I want to ask is the name of the place, understand?" ”

His tone was calm, and there was a majesty in his body that had been in a high position for a long time.

The annoyed dragon power spread, making the bartender, who was originally full of voice, immediately have beads of sweat like soybean grains on his forehead.

His upper and lower teeth chattered.

In this man in a black trench coat, the bartender felt an extremely strong sense of danger, as if he did not answer his question, he would die on the spot the next moment.

Hell, which family is this killer?

Or are they those witchers who don't know whether to live or die, but who are very good at their skills?

The bartender swallowed, tried to compose himself, and said honestly, "This is Saluzzo." ”

Saluzzo...

Lothar was thoughtful.

This is an ancient city located in the north of Piedmont, and it is also the territory of the Saluzzo family, one of the twelve upper wolf clans in the world of yesterday's giant ships.

"Thank you."

The originally oppressive atmosphere was broken in an instant.

The bartender could feel the danger in the other person's body quickly subside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone softened considerably: "I'm sorry, sir. I've seen people who don't remember where they are, but you don't even know which city they're in, and you're the first. That's why I mistakenly think you're making trouble. ”

"Who was I with when you saw me yesterday?"

The bartender was silent for a moment, his face gradually filled with confusion.

If it weren't for Lothar's reminder, he wouldn't have imagined that he hadn't seen Lothar at all last night.

So when did he get on the table by the window?

A flash of fear flashed in his eyes as he stammered, "I'm sorry, I don't remember." ”

Lothar frowned, "Then you don't have a good memory—do you know Cellynina?" The one of the Basilicata family.

She is a friend of mine, and I have heard that she is living in the Saluzzo family, and I have something to do with her. ”

"You're looking for Miss Cellinina, too?"

"Also?"

The bartender happily explained: "Yes, many people have been inquiring about Miss Cellinina lately, it is said that it is because the Basilicata family has offended the wolf lord and is even going to launch an expeditionary force to crusade against their new territory in Texas, Mr. Cherynina, are you really Miss Cellinina's friend?" ”

"Really."

The bartender said, "Then I advise you to go to her now, whether you are trying to arrest her in exchange for a bounty, or you want to support her, she should be being hunted down by several large families now." ”

"You know quite a bit."

Lothar chuckled, "But I didn't see the ears on your head, are you a pure-blood, or an ordinary person?" ”

Werewolves like Hans, who can switch between werewolves and normal states, are called purebloods.

The sweat dropped from the bartender's face.

He forced a smile: "Your Excellency, I'm just an insignificant ordinary person, because I am a bartender, I often listen to people's chatter, so I know a little more, you don't need to worry about a little person like me." ”

"Indeed."

Lothar didn't bother with this anymore, he patted his pocket, and found that the money bag had also been brought with him, so he took out a gold coin and handed it over: "This gold coin, change the position of Cellinina." ”

The corners of the bartender's mouth twitched.

The bounty offered by the wolf lord for Cellynina was a full 10,000 large gold coins, and Lothar only took out one gold coin, so he wanted to buy Cellynina's information, and in the past, he would kick this kind of guest away.

But...

Who made this man difficult to mess with?

Anyway, send him away quickly.

The bartender still said with a kind and gentle face, "I'm sorry, I don't know.

But what is certain is that she is definitely not in the residence of the Saluzo family, after all, you also know that the Saluzo family also belongs to the twelve families and is now the eleventh family, and Basilicata was removed by the wolf lord himself. ”

Lothar stuffed the gold coins that had been slapped on the table back into the money bag: "The information you gave is just like not giving it, this transaction is canceled." ”

He turned and walked away.

The moment he pushed open the door of the tavern, there was a storm in his face, and a few drunks who were close to the door were blown into a spirit, and when they woke up, their mouths were unclean and cursing.

Unfortunately, they only saw a man in a black trench coat with a black top hat buttoned over his head, and then broke into the dense rain curtain.

"Where the hell is this monster?"

The bartender's face showed a hint of happiness for the rest of his life, and then he couldn't help but complain: "Still picking like this..."

(End of chapter)