Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 375 - 62: Saluzzo

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain is dreary.

A man wearing a hooded coat is lying on a seat near the bed, snoring loudly in his sleep.

Suddenly, amidst the flashes outside the window, a muffled thunder roars, exploding unexpectedly soon after, like a thunder god beating a drum, startling the man awake.

He supports himself on the table to stand up, his steps unsteady.

A hangover-like dizziness buzzes in his head.

The table is cluttered with unlabelled wine bottles, indicating he must have drunk a lot last night, and the dreary weather outside makes it hard for him to determine whether it's morning or night.

Who am I?

Where am I?

After pondering for a moment, the man gives up.

He steps over a drunkard lying on the ground, who hasn't even been startled awake by the loud thunder, and walks straight to the bar.

The wooden bar, marked with various stains, is polished to a glossy shine, the man taps it gently, attracting the attention of the bartender.

"What is this place?"

The bartender replies displeased: "Where did this Germanic barbarian come from? I can't understand your gibberish. When you're here, you should speak our language."

The man understands what was said, pondering for a moment.

It's Italian...

The accent isn't heavy, probably from the North.

Having gathered some information, the man deftly switches to Italian and asks again: "Where am I?"

"Can't you see for yourself, this is obviously a tavern, the Iron Fist and Beauty Tavern!"

The bartender's face is marked by two deep black circles, indicating it's been a long time since he had a good sleep, which is clearly one of the reasons for his irritable temper.

"Well, now that you know where you are, hurry up and pack your things and get out, the Iron Fist and Beauty Tavern is not open in the morning!"

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

"If it's lost, this shop is not responsible."

As the bartender speaks, he instinctively clenches his five fingers together, and as the intensity of his tone rises, he waves them up and down, this gesture seems to awaken the man's memories, he rubs his brow, murmuring: "This is different from last time."

I am Losa, now I should be in the World of Combat Records.

Presumably in Italy, or an Italian-owned tavern in the New Continent, although I don't know what I did before, the most important thing now is to quickly reunite with Chelina and the others.

Based on the past combat records, they shouldn't be far from me.

But, why did I end up drunk here?

Or is it just a system preset background?

"What is this place?"

Losa asks once more.

A trace of anger rises on the bartender's face, he rolls up his sleeve, revealing an anchor-shaped tattoo.

"If you cause trouble, weigh your actions, this is Sassari Family property, outsiders like you, even if tossed into a wine barrel and thrown into the sea, those Patrol Officers won't say a word for you!"

Losa taps lightly on the table: "Relax, buddy, what I'm asking is for the name of the place, understand?"

His tone is calm and doesn't retreat despite the bartender's vicious demeanor, which rather makes the originally aggressive faced bartender break out in large droplet sweat like soybeans.

The bartender senses an extremely intense danger from this man in the black coat, as if failing to answer his questions might get him killed mercilessly.

To hell, what family's assassin is this?

Or are they those Reckless Demon Hunters with strong skill?

The bartender swallows his saliva, obediently saying: "This is Saluzzo."

Saluzzo...

Losa ponders.

An ancient city located in Northern Piedmont, also Yesterday's Giant Ship World, one of the twelve upper Wolf Race, Saluzzo Family's territory.

"Thanks."

The originally tense atmosphere instantly breaks.

The bartender can feel the dangerous aura from the man dissipating quickly.

He breathes a sigh of relief, whispers: "Seen those who drank and couldn't remember where they are, but someone who doesn't even know which city they're in, you are the first. That's why I mistook you for causing disturbance."

"When you saw me yesterday, who was I with?"

The bartender pauses, his face gradually filling with confusion, if Losa didn't remind him, he wouldn't have thought he hadn't seen Losa at all last night.

"Sor...Sorry, I don't remember."

Losa frowns: "Then your memory is not good—do you know Chelina? She's my friend, I've heard she's staying temporarily with the Saluzzo Family, I have something to discuss with her."

"Are you also looking for Miss Chelina?"

"Also?"

The bartender explains straightforwardly: "Yeah, many people have been inquiring about Miss Chelina recently, supposedly because the Basilicata Family offended the Wolf Lord... Sir, are you really Miss Chelina's friend?"

"I truly am."

The bartender says: "Then, I urge you to find her now, whether you want to arrest her for bounty, or support her, she should now be hunted jointly by several large families."

"You sure know a lot."

Losa laughs lightly: "But I didn't see ears on your head; you shouldn't be one of the Family, right?"

In Italy, Family refers to the Wolf Race.

Sweat flows down the bartender's face.

He forces a smile: "Sir, I'm just a trivial intelligence vendor, that's why I know a bit more, you needn't bother with a small figure like me."

"Indeed."

Losa doesn't entangle further, pats his pocket, finds his money bag brought along, and takes out a gold coin to hand over: "This gold coin, exchanges for Chelina's location."

The bartender's mouth twitches slightly.

The bounty Wolf Lord set for Chelina is a full ten thousand large gold coins, and Losa just brings out one gold coin to buy Chelina's information, usually, this kind of customer will be quickly kicked out by him.

"I'm not sure either, but definitely not at the Saluzzo Family's stationed location, as you know, Saluzzo Family also belongs to the Twelve Clans... now there are only Eleven Clans left, Basilicata was personally delisted by Wolf Lord."

Losa withdraws the gold coin originally placed on the table back into the money bag: "The information you gave is as good as none, this transaction is canceled."

He turns to leave.

As he pushes open the tavern door, a gust of wind-driven rain arrives, a few drunkards near the door are woken with a jolt, and after waking, curse foully in their mouths.

Sadly, they only see a man in a black coat putting a black hat on his head, and then charging into the dense rain curtain.

"What kind of monster is this from?"

The bartender's face shows a relieved smile.