Count of Wizards

Having said that, Gagliardini paused for a moment, and looked around from the corner of his eye, but unfortunately, as if the person in the room who asked him the question did not exist at all, he completely Gagliardini, who was full of disappointment because he couldn't find this person there, gritted his teeth and continued, "I saw them hiding the wine in the wood during the night watch in the warehouse."

"At that time, Marat Grigorian was very respectful to an old man with a bodyguard, and he kept talking about Master Ferguson, so I think this matter may have something to do with Frosinone's, Ferguson Family related."

After saying this, Gagliardini was very terrified, and his face reflected a little despair. He knew what he said. Once it was exposed, his boss Marat Grigorian There may be nothing to do with the possible mastermind behind the scenes, Master Ferguson, but Gagliardini, a small warehouse night watchman, will definitely be unlucky...

In desperation, Gagliardini was also waiting, the low voice, what would continue to ask, and after making Gagliardini wait for a full three minutes, the voice finally answered. keep ringing.

"Very well, Gagliardini, your honesty has bought you a day, see you tomorrow!"

Before Gagliardini could react after speaking, the voice never sounded in the room again, and when Gagliardini was full of wild thoughts, he didn't know if it was a reward, The strong man who was vicious at the beginning returned to the dark room. The strong man first untied Gagliardini, put him off the stake, and brought him a bowl of white water. and two brown breads.

Seeing the appearance of food and water, Gagliardini immediately released green light from his eyes, and without caring about anything else, he just grabbed his face and started to gobble it up. When he just woke up, he was shrouded in fear all the time. Apart from fear, it was just sadness, and he didn't even know that he was hungry, but now his whole body was not so focused, and after his body relaxed, the feeling of hunger immediately hit him.

After eating a piece of black bread, Gagliardini slowed down his eating speed and began to chew slowly after the hunger in his body was relieved. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something and stopped eating things, eyes fixed on the bread in hand

Looking at the black bread in his hands, Gagliardini was even more certain that the people who kidnapped him here were not those gangsters from Frosinuo!

As for the reason, it is very simple. As the staple food of the class income earners in this world, it is not easy to digest. Eating a piece of black bread that can last for a long time is the food that Gagliardini eats forty or fifty times a month. He is very familiar with this kind of food, and the black bread that this strong man gave him now, although the same name as the black bread he usually eats, is not very different in appearance.

But Gagliardini, after eating this kind of thing, can clearly feel that the black flour he is eating now is better than the black noodles he usually buys at street bread stalls with his poor salary. The bread is much better, the texture is softer, there are fewer impurities in the bread, and the taste is more sweet...

Gagliardini is sure that the black bread he is eating now costs at least a penny a penny at his street bread stall, which means that the food this strong man gave him is worth at least two dollars. penny!

In Frosinone, it is not uncommon for gangsters to capture people like him, and after being captured by gangsters, it is even more common to be tortured to death, so after being captured, let alone black bread, you can A bite of corn mush is already pretty good, but Gagliardini has never heard of it. The gangster who captured someone like him was able to pay two pence for a meal. He is the gangster's own little leader , maybe even a meal without this treatment.

From this, it can be deduced that the person who took him away is definitely not a gangster, but must be a person or organization that is more powerful and wealthy than the gangster!

The strong man who was watching Gagliardini's meal saw that Gagliardini was staring at the bread in his hand in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. Liardini immediately became nervous again, fearing that the strong man would take back the piece of soft black bread in his hand, he immediately ate all the bread in his hand without hesitation, and then poured out the bowl of white water I drank it all in one gulp.

After eating and drinking, Gagliardini subconsciously stretched his waist very comfortably, but before he finished stretching, the fierce and strong man standing next to him pushed him back with a big hand. When he got to the stake, he made a gesture to tie him up.

Because Gagliardini could feel the explosive power contained in the muscle of this strong man, Gagliardini, who was limping on one leg, knew that if he made any unwise moves, the end would be very miserable, so he was very wise He didn't choose to resist, and obediently let the strong man tie his limbs with ropes.

After tying his limbs, the strong man wanted to put the rag that fell on the ground back into Gagliardini's mouth again, but this time, enough was enough, Gagliardini with his mouth blocked Liardini, but quit, he pleaded bitterly to the strong man: "For the sake of the goddess of the storm, I will be very quiet, I will not say anything, please don't Let me bite the rag..."

When Gagliardini said 'Goddess of the Storm', this strong man, who looked very fierce in appearance, had a strange look in his eyes, and the movement of putting a rag on Gagliardini's mouth was also a pause down.

"Are you a believer of the Storm Goddess?" After hesitating for a while, the strong man asked Gagliardini for the first time:

Hearing the strong man's rhetorical question, Gagliardini, who was quick-witted, immediately knew something was going on in his heart. Although he didn't know why the strong man asked himself this question, in order not to be blocked by a dirty rag again, He nodded quickly and said:

"Of course, not only I am a believer of the Goddess of Storms, but our whole family is a believer of the Goddess of Storms. When I was just born, I went to our church for a while and was baptized by the pastor of the Church of Storms. Although my income is average these years, but I go every week to pray in the church of the Church of the Storm, I am the most devout believer of the Goddess of Storms!"