In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

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

The man wearing a hooded windbreaker was lying on the seat near the bed, soundly asleep.

At this time, there was a flash of lightning outside the window, and a dull sound of thunder suddenly exploded shortly after, like a thunderous drum beating. The huge sound clearly woke up the man.

He stood up with his elbows on the table and his steps were frivolous.

There was a dizzy feeling in my head like a hangover.

The table was staggered and filled with unlabeled wine bottles, which meant that he must have drank a lot last night. The rainy weather outside the window made it impossible for him to tell whether it was morning or evening.

who I am?

where am I?

The man thought hard for a while, felt his head was dizzy, and gave up.

He stepped over a drunk man who was lying on the ground, and the dense thunder did not wake him up, and went straight to the bar.

The wooden bar counter with various mottled marks was wiped until it was shiny.

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

where is this place?

The bartender was a burly middle-aged man. Hearing this, he said impatiently: Where did you come from, you Germanic barbarian? I can't understand your nonsense. When you come here, you should speak our language.

The man understood what the other person said and was thoughtful.

It’s Italian…

The accent is not too strong, he must be from the north.

Because the south, that is, the territory of the Two Sicilies, once lived with Normans, Greeks, Moors, Saracens... Although they were Latinized, they still maintained some of their traditions.

After getting some information, the man skillfully switched to Italian and asked again: Where is this place?

Don't you want to see it for yourself? Of course this is a tavern, the Iron Fist and Beauty Tavern!

There were two thick dark circles on the bartender's face. It was obvious that he had not had a good night's sleep for a long time, and this was obviously one of the reasons why he had a bad temper.

Okay, you already know where this is. Now pack your things and get out. The Iron Fist and Beauty Tavern is not open in the morning!

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

If it is lost, our store will not be responsible.

When the bartender spoke, he subconsciously put his five fingers together and moved them up and down according to 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 am Lothar, and I should be in the world of combat records now.

It was speculated that he was in Italy, or in a tavern owned by Italians in the New World. Although he didn't know what he had done before, the most important thing at the moment was to join Cellinina and the others as soon as possible.

According to the experience recorded in the last battle, they should not be far away from us.

But why am I hungover here?

Or is this just a background preset by the system?

where is this place?

Lothar asked again.

A trace of anger appeared on the bartender's face. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing an anchor-shaped tattoo on them.

If you want to cause trouble, think carefully. This is the property of the Sassari family. Even if outsiders like you are stuffed into a wine barrel and thrown into the sea, the patrolmen will not say a word for you!

Lothar tapped the table lightly: Relax, man, what I want to ask is the name of the place, do you understand?

His tone was calm, and he showed a kind of majesty that had been in a high position for a long time.

The annoyance of the dragon filled the air, causing beads of sweat like soybean beads to appear on the forehead of the bartender who was originally stern.

His teeth chattered.

The bartender felt an extremely strong sense of danger from this man in a black trench coat, as if he would die on the spot if he didn't answer his question.

Damn it, which family's killer is this?

Or are they those demon hunters who don’t know how to live or die, but are very good at it?

The bartender swallowed, tried to calm down, and said honestly: This is Saluzzo.

Saluzzo…

Lothar was thoughtful.

This is an ancient city located in northern Piedmont. It is also the territory of the Saluzzo family, one of the twelve superior wolf clans in the world of yesterday's giant ships.

Thanks.

The originally oppressive atmosphere was broken instantly.

The bartender could feel that the sense of danger in the other person was quickly fading.

He breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became much softer: I'm sorry, sir. I've seen people who drank and couldn't remember where they were, but I don't even know which city they are in. You are still the first one. .That’s why I mistakenly thought you were causing trouble.”

Who was I with when you saw me yesterday?

The bartender was silent for a moment, confusion gradually appearing on his face.

If Lothar hadn't reminded him, he would never have thought that he had never seen Lothar last night.

So when did he lie down on the table by the window?

There was a flash of fear in his eyes, and he stammered: I'm sorry, I don't remember.

Lothar frowned and said: Then your memory is not very good - do you know Chelinina? The one from the Basilicata family.

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

You are also looking for Miss Cellinina?

also?

The bartender explained happily: Yes, many people have been inquiring about Miss Cellinina recently. It is said that the Basilicata family has offended the wolf master and even wants to launch an expeditionary army to attack them in Germany. Mr. New Territory of Texas, are you really Miss Cellinina’s friend?”

Really.

The bartender said: Then I advise you to go find her now. Whether you want to arrest her and exchange for a bounty, or you want to support her, she should be being hunted down by several big families.

You know quite a lot.

Lothar chuckled and said, But I don't see ears on your head. Are you a pureblood or an ordinary person?

Wolves like Hans who can switch between werewolf and normal states are called purebloods.

Sweat dropped from the bartender's face.

He forced a smile on his face and said, Sir, I am just an insignificant ordinary person. Because I am a bartender, I often hear people talk about it, so I know a little more. There is no need for you to feel sorry for a little person like me.

indeed.

Lothar no longer struggled with this. He patted his pocket and found that the money bag had been brought with him, so he took out a gold coin and handed it over: This gold coin will be exchanged for Linina's position.

The corner of the bartender's mouth twitched.

The bounty offered by the Wolf Lord for Cellinina was a full 10,000 gold coins. Lothar only took out one gold coin to buy Cellinina's information. In the past, he would have kicked such a guest. Will be kicked away.

but…

Who makes this person not easy to mess with?

In short, send him away quickly.

The bartender still looked kind and gentle and said: Sorry, I don't know very well.

But what is certain is that she is definitely not in the residence of the Saluzzo family. After all, you also know that the Saluzzo family also belongs to the Twelve Family and is now the Eleventh Family. Basilicata was removed by the Wolf Lord himself.

Lothar put the gold coins that were originally slapped on the table back into his purse: The information you gave me is as if I didn't give it to you at all. This transaction is cancelled.

He turned and left.

The moment he pushed open the door of the tavern, he was greeted by a storm. Several drunkards near the door were so shaken that they woke up and cursed.

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

Where did this monster come from?

The bartender's face showed a trace of happiness for surviving the disaster, and then he couldn't help complaining: Still so picky...