Galliardini paused for a second and glanced around, but unfortunately, it was as if the person who asked him the question didn't exist at all. Galliardini clenched his teeth in disappointment and continued, "I once saw them hide the wine in the wood when I was on night duty at the warehouse."
"At that time, Marat Grigorian was very respectful to an old man with a bodyguard. He kept calling him Master Ferguson, so I think it might have something to do with Flosinone's family."
Galliardini panicked and his face was full of despair. He knew that once what he said was exposed, his boss, Marat Grigorian, and Master Ferguson might be fine, but he, a night watchman at the warehouse, would definitely be in trouble.
In his despair, Galliardini was also waiting to hear what the deep voice would ask next. After waiting for three whole minutes, the voice finally spoke again.
"Very well, Galliardini, your honesty won you a day. See you tomorrow!"
Before Galiardini could react, the voice disappeared from the room. While Galiardini's mind was filled with random thoughts, the fierce-looking man returned to the dark room as a reward. The man untied Galiardini and put him down from the wooden stake. Then, he brought him a bowl of water and two pieces of black bread.
Galliardini's eyes lit up the moment he saw the food and water. Without caring about anything else, he grabbed the bread and gobbled it down. When he had just woken up, he had been shrouded in fear. Apart from fear, there was only sadness in his heart, so he didn't feel hungry at all. However, now that he wasn't focused and relaxed his body, the feeling of hunger immediately attacked him.
After eating a piece of black bread, the hunger in his body was somewhat alleviated. Only then did Galiardini slow down his eating speed and begin to chew slowly. A few seconds later, he seemed to have realized something and stopped eating. His eyes were fixed on the bread in his hand.
Looking at the black bread in his hand, Galliardini was even more certain that the people who kidnapped him here weren't the gangsters from Flosino!
As for the reason, it was very simple. As the staple food of this world's lower-class earners, it wasn't easy to digest. A piece of black bread that could last for a long time was something that Galiardini would eat forty to fifty times a month. He was very familiar with this kind of food. Now, the black bread that this strong man gave him was also called black bread and didn't look very different from the black bread that he usually ate.
However, Galliardini could clearly feel that the black bread he was eating now was much better than the black bread that he usually bought from the street stalls with his pitiful salary. The texture was softer and there were fewer impurities in the bread, so it tasted sweeter too.
Galliardini was sure that the black bread he was eating now cost at least one penny in the street stalls where he lived, which meant that the food given to him by the strong man was worth at least two pennies!
In Flosinone, it wasn't rare for gangsters to kidnap people like him, and it was even more common for them to be tortured to death. Therefore, after being kidnapped, it was already good enough to have a mouthful of corn paste to eat, let alone black bread. Galliardini had never heard of any gangster who would pay him two pennies a meal. Even the leader of the gangsters might not be able to enjoy such a good meal.
From this, it could be inferred that the person who kidnapped him was definitely not a gangster. It must be someone or an organization that was more powerful and rich than a gangster!
When the burly man who was watching Galliardini eat saw Galliardini staring at the bread in his hand in a daze, he frowned. When Galliardini noticed the change in the burly man's expression, he immediately became nervous again. He was afraid that the burly man would snatch the soft black bread back from him. Without any hesitation, he immediately ate the bread in his hand and drank the bowl of water in one gulp.
After eating and drinking, Galliardini subconsciously stretched his body, but before he could finish, the strong man who was standing next to him pushed him back to the wooden stake and was about to tie him up.
Galliardini could feel the explosive power contained in the muscular man's muscles. He knew that if he made any stupid moves, he would end up in a very miserable state. Therefore, he wisely chose not to resist and obediently allowed the muscular man to tie his limbs with a rope.
After that, the strong man put the rag back into Galliardini's mouth. However, Galliardini had had enough this time. He begged the strong man, "For the sake of the Storm Goddess, I'll be very quiet. I won't say anything. Please don't make me bite the rag again."
When Galiardini mentioned the Storm Goddess, a strange look flashed in the eyes of this fierce-looking man. He stopped stuffing the rag into Galiardini's mouth.
"Are you a believer of the Storm Goddess?" After hesitating for a while, the strong man asked Galliardini for the first time.
Hearing the burly man's rhetorical question, the quick-witted Galiardini immediately knew that he had a chance. Although he didn't know why the burly man would ask him this question, in order not to have his mouth stuffed with a dirty rag again, he quickly nodded and said,
"Of course. Not only am I a believer of the Storm Goddess, but my whole family is also a believer of the Storm Goddess. When I was born, I was baptized by the pastor of the Church of the Storm. Although my income is not very high, I go to the Church of the Storm every week to pray. I'm the most devout believer of the Storm Goddess!"
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