Galliardini's words and facial expression made it seem like he was very sincere, but in fact, it was only half true. Generally speaking, Galliardini was indeed a believer of the Goddess of Storm, but when he said that he had been baptized by the pastor of the Church of the Storm when he was born, it was pure nonsense.
Unlike the Earth God Church that took the grassroots route, the main believers of the Goddess of Storms were city residents, petty bourgeoisie, or the middle class. Therefore, for things like baptisms for newborn babies, the priests of the Church of Storms would charge at least one gold pound. As for Galiardini's parents, they were farmers from the countryside. They dug for food in the fields, and it was already good enough if they could eat their fill all year round. How could they have the spare money to baptize the newborn Galiardini?
As for going to the Church of the Storm to pray every week, it was even more ridiculous. Galliardini's job as a night watchman was very hard, so he basically spent most of his time resting during the day. In addition, Flosinone's prayers in the Church of the Storm weren't free. Galliardini had to pay two pence to enter the Church of the Storm. Let alone the fact that Galliardini didn't have extra money, even if he had extra money, he would buy some delicious food to reward himself.
All in all, although Galliardini claimed to be a believer of the Goddess of Storm, in fact, he just remembered something and prayed to the Goddess of Storm at home. He was far from being devout.
Although half of Galliardini's words were lies, it was a pity that the fierce-looking strong man in front of him didn't see through his lies. He was even deceived by Galliardini's act of being an honest man.
The strong man sized up Galliardini again. Seeing that Galliardini didn't seem to be lying, he gradually made up his mind. He said to Galliardini in a low muffled voice, "Remember what you said. Shut your mouth obediently, or I'll break all your teeth one by one!"
Galliardini hurriedly nodded in response to the strong man's warning. Seeing that Galliardini was quite obedient, the strong man didn't give Galliardini a hard time. Instead, he walked to a dark corner of the room and sat down, closing his eyes to rest.
Galliardini, who had successfully removed the cloth from his mouth, quietly leaned against the wooden stake that was tied to him. Although he didn't say anything, he secretly glanced at the strong man sitting in the corner. After observing him for a while, Galliardini focused on a wave tattoo on the strong man's right wrist. If Galliardini remembered correctly, he had seen the same tattoo on Flosinone, a respectable old priest of the Church of the Storm from afar.
It was said that this tattoo was called the Ansadon Tattoo, and it had many benefits. Only those who had made great contributions to the Church of the Storm would be able to get this tattoo on their body.
Thinking of this, and associating it with the fact that the people who had captured him were not gangsters, and the reaction of the burly man after hearing that he was a believer of the Goddess of Storms, the quick-witted Galliardini's eyes lit up with shock. Although there was no evidence, he seemed to know the identity of the people who had captured him here!
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Flosinone, in a café on No. 37 Cristiano Street, Connor and Marguerite were sitting opposite each other.
"I met Elena!" Picking up her cup of coffee and taking a sip of the aromatic Empoli coffee from the Portia Empire, Marguerite looked at Connor and said, "Let's go.
Connor's expression didn't change when he heard Marguerite's explanation. He just nodded and signaled to Marguerite that he understood.
Marguerite knew when she saw Connor's reaction. She was right. She didn't hide the fact that she gave the magic potion to Elena from Connor. Connor guessed it, but he didn't say anything. She felt a little helpless in her heart. However, since Connor didn't intend to ask about it, she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she chose her words carefully and asked Connor tentatively, "Connor, do you still want to work with Elena now?"
Connor narrowed his eyes. Under Marguerite's gaze, he quickly thought for a few seconds. He didn't directly answer Marguerite. Instead, he asked her softly, "What did you talk about after you met Elena?"
"Hummels has come to Flosinone!" Marguerite didn't hesitate at all in response to Connor's question. She directly said to Connor word by word.
Although Marguerite had already given him a heads up about Hummels' arrival, and Connor was also mentally prepared, when he heard Marguerite's confirmation that Hummels, the most powerful Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, had arrived in Flosinone, Connor's calm expression changed.
After pondering for a moment, Connor asked Marguerite, "What's Elena's plan?"
"She doesn't want to give up. She wants to make a final attempt in Flosinone. If she leaves Flosinone now, she will forever bear the mark of a loser in the Church of the Storm. It will be difficult for her to turn over a new leaf. A loser can never become the next Pope of the Church of the Storm!" Marguerite said in a deep voice.
Connor nodded. He had to know the reason why Elena had persevered, as well as the strength with which she had persevered. This was very important for his future cooperation with Elena.
"Margaret, you know that I've always wanted to meet her. So if Elena wants to meet me, I don't mind meeting her at a good time. But I think I should at least know what we're going to talk about!" Connor looked at Margaret and said solemnly, "That's right, Elena. I've always wanted to meet her. So if Elena wants to meet me, I don't mind meeting her.
Sensing Connor's attitude, as the middleman in charge of passing messages between Connor and Elena, Marguerite didn't keep him in suspense and revealed to Connor.
"Connor, Elena wants to ask you for a favor!"
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