Mafioso, No More (Book 2)

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3rd POV

Leaving the side of our blind protagonist and his antagonistic gravity wielder, let's give way to the secret agents who were dispatched by the government authorities to search the entirety of Europe for the sake of finding one invalid person (as they labeled him to be-due to his current state).

Considering they are looking for a sick person who happens to be somewhere in Europe, the Hunting Dogs went all out (as per the highest order) to widen their range of search.

Just for the sake of introduction, the continent is consists of forty-four countries and with other three governing dependencies-slash-territories. The author won't specified them anymore but for the explicit information of everyone, the trackers did an enormous tasks to visit all these places. (Well, they wouldn't take any chances).

Fortunately with all those considerable amount of time and energy (wasted) they have finally reached the kingdom of France.

(P/S: Bless their worn-out souls).

And what's more to find in the country but none other than its seventeen wine regions?

Surely besides the architectural landscapes, the history museums, the city lights and the aesthetic ambience of the place, they are craving for some refreshing drink to quench their thirsts.

Hence, they somehow disregard some of the top priority list they needed to carry-out first and chose to go along with their gut. Mind you, we are talking about the stubborn one who's the sole cause of their unexpected 'detour'.

Anyways, the search party is well-aware of the exquisite passion of the former executive when it comes to luxurious red wines. Hence, they too want to have a taste for themselves.

"Jonou, where are we again?" The weary chestnut-haired asked for the umpteenth time.

The duo were walking along the longest district in the neighborhood. It was already dawn. They haven't been sleeping properly for the passed few weeks with meals consisting of just stale bread and melted butter.

The white-haired looked at his partner annoyed. "Tetchou...aren't you getting tired of asking the same question? We're in Champagne. Get it in your thick skull already!"

The samurai heaved a sigh and massaged his temple. "Okay. I just need to ask...but why in Champagne?"

Saigiku clicked his tongue and stopped in a small wooden door. He continued to walk himself in without glancing at his persistent questioner. "I'm dying. I need to drown myself to sleep."

Suehiro looked at the signage posted at the top of the walled structure before shaking his head. It turned out to be a small bar.

Without a choice, the wild-brown man just entered and followed his partner. Jouno was already sitting at the countertop and beckoned the barkeeper.

The samurai sat beside the white-haired and made a disapproving gaze. "What are you doing? We don't have time for your foolishness. We need to--"

"Hold it right there!" Tetchou abruptly covered his partner's mouth and smiled at the approaching old man. "Please give us two glass of your sparkling wine.

"It's way to early, drunkard. Don't lump me with you." The uptight brown-haired male glared at his partner.

"So high maintenance." Jouno remarked and put away his hand. "Okay, then. Just make it one glass. Do you offer non-alcoholic drinks?"

"Yes, sire. We have some coffee and tea." The old barkeeper replied.

"Great! A cup of tea is good. Don't forget the sugar cubes and the milk. Make everything in uniform color. This guy is a little bit eccentric. Thank you."