So a lot of bloodshed occurred, the specifics of which Lorenzo isn't clear about. After all, it was many years ago now, but it's known that Lorenzo should be on Gaulunaro's blacklist, and the kind with a bounty on his head.
Lorenzo isn't afraid of these things; he simply has a straightforward dislike for that place.
Just like yesterday, the three of them took their usual seats, staring at each other.
"Why are you here again?"
Lorenzo looked at these two guys who showed up regularly, asking with some curiosity.
Oscar casually picked up a piece of clothing from the floor, wiped his face covered with Lorenzo's saliva, and said,
"Do you think I wanted to see you?"
He spoke with some anger, indeed, who would be happy having their face smeared with a half-eaten apple early in the morning? Even more so, no matter how Oscar asked, Lorenzo just wouldn't say why he threw an apple at him.
It was... a bit inexplicable.
"So what do you want to do?" Lorenzo asked.
