Count of Wizards

Chapter 1131 Little story (4)

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Having said that, Gallardini paused for a while, and the corner of his eye quickly looked around, but unfortunately, it seemed that the person in the room who asked him the question did not exist at all. He was completely Can’t find this person there, so Gallardini, who was disappointed, gritted his teeth and continued: “I once ran into the process of hiding the wine in the wood during a night watch in the warehouse.”

“At that time, Marat Grigorian was very respectful to an old man with a bodyguard. It was Sir Ferguson who opened his mouth and closed his mouth. So I think this matter may be related to Frosinone’s, Ferguson. Family related.”

After saying this, Gallardini was very worried, and his face also reflected a little despair. He knew that these things he said, once they were exposed, his boss Marat Grigorian With the possible behind-the-scenes messenger, Lord Ferguson, there may be nothing wrong with him, but he Gallardini, a small warehouse night watchman, is bound to be unlucky…………………………….

In desperation, Gallardini was also waiting, that low voice, what will he ask next, and after making Gallardini wait for three minutes, that voice Continue to ring.

“Very well, Gallardini, your honesty has earned you a day. See you tomorrow!”

I didn’t wait for Gallardini to react, but the voice never sounded in the room again, and when Gallardini was thinking about it, I didn’t know if it was a reward. The strong man who was fierce at first returned to the dim room. The strong man first untied Gallardini, put him down from the stake, and brought him a bowl of white water. And two brown breads.

Seeing the appearance of food and water, Gallardini immediately released a green light in his eyes, and ignored the rest. He just grabbed his face and gobbled it up. When he just woke up, his whole body was always shrouded in fear, and his heart was shrouded in fear. Except for fear, it is sadness. I don’t even know about hunger, but now the whole person is not so focused. After the body relaxes, the feeling of hunger strikes him immediately.

After eating a piece of brown bread and the hunger in the body was relieved, Gallardini slowed down and started to chew slowly. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something and stopped eating. Things, eyes tightly at the bread in your hands

Looking at the brown bread in his hand, Gallardini is even more certain that the people who kidnapped him here were not the gangsters of Frosino!

The reason is simple. As the staple food of the income earners in this world, it is not easy to digest. A piece of brown bread that can last for a long time is the food that Gallardini needs to eat forty or fifty times a month. He is very familiar with this kind of food, and although the brown bread given to him by this brawny man is called brown bread, the appearance is not very different from the brown bread he usually eats.

But Gallardini, after eating this kind of thing in his mouth, he can clearly feel that the black noodles he eats now is better than the black noodles he usually buys on the street bread stalls with his poor wages. The bread is much better, the texture is softer, there are fewer impurities in the bread, and the taste is more fragrant and sweet.········

Gallardini is sure that the brown bread he eats now sells at least one penny on his street bread stall, which means that the food this brawny gives him is worth at least two. penny!

In Frosinone, it is not uncommon for the gang to take people like him. After being taken away by the gang, tortured to death is even more common. So after being taken away, let alone the black bread, you can A bite of corn paste is good enough, but Gallardini has never heard of the fact that the gang took a man like him, and he was able to get a meal of two pennies, and he was the little leader of the gang himself. , Maybe a meal, there is no such treatment.

From this, it can be inferred that the person who took him away right now was definitely not a gang, but was definitely a more powerful and wealthy person or organization than the gang!

The brawny man who was monitoring Gallardini’s meal, saw Gallardini staring at the bread in his hand in a daze. He didn’t know what he was thinking. His eyebrows were frowned, and he noticed the change in the brawny man’s expression. Lialdini immediately became nervous again, for fear that this brawny man would **** the soft brown bread in his hand. Without hesitation, he immediately ate all the bread in his hand, and then took the bowl of white water. It is to drink up in one gulp.

To eat and drink Gallardini, subconsciously he stretched a lazy waist very comfortably, but his lazy waist has not been stretched yet The fierce and vicious man standing next to him is a big hand. Pushing, pushing him back on the stake, making a gesture to tie him up.

Because he can feel the explosive power contained in the muscles of this strong man, Gallardini, who is limping on one leg, knows that if he does something unwise, he will definitely end up miserably, so he is very wise. He did not choose to resist, obediently letting the strong man tie his limbs with a rope.

After tying his limbs, the brawny man wanted to put the rag that had fallen on the ground back into Gallardini’s mouth again, but this time, he had had enough, and his mouth was blocked. Liardini, but quit, he pleaded with the strong man: “For the sake of the goddess of the storm, I will be very quiet and will not say anything. Please don’t do it, brother. It’s making me bite the rag…”

When Gallardini said’Goddess of the Storm’, this sturdy man who looked very fierce in appearance, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and the action of putting a rag on Gallardini’s mouth also stopped. Down.

“Are you a believer in the Goddess of Storm?” After hesitating, the strong man asked Gallardini for the first time:

Hearing the brawny’s rhetorical question, Gallardini, a flexible mind, immediately knew that there was a drama in his heart. Although he didn’t know why the brawny would ask himself this question, but in order not to be gagged by a dirty rag again, He nodded quickly and said:

“Of course, not only I am a believer in the Storm Goddess, but my whole family is also a believer in the Storm Goddess. When I was just born, I had been there for a while and had been baptized by the pastor of the Storm Church. Although my income was average over the years, I go to the church of the Storm Church every week to pray. I am the most devout believer in the goddess of the storm!”