"Prince, you're late according to the time we agreed on!" Glancing at the travel-worn Prince Boateng, the handsome young man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said with some dissatisfaction. What was surprising was that although this person had the appearance of a young man, his voice was very old, forming a strong contrast with his image.
"Bernardessky, something happened on my way here, and I was delayed for a while." Prince Boateng was not surprised by the dissatisfaction of the handsome young man, and casually explained. He then turned to the skinny old man who was smoking his pipe silently, and asked, "Kuluszewski, did you find anything on Habib and the rest?"
Hearing Prince Boateng's question, the skinny old man called Kuluszewski stopped smoking and chuckled. "I didn't do anything to Habib's three subordinates, but they all confessed honestly. However, Habib is a tough nut to crack. I used a few methods on him, and he managed to withstand them. However, even a person with strong willpower has a limit. He shouldn't be able to survive tonight!"
"Very good!" Prince Boateng nodded slightly. It seemed that he was very satisfied with Kuluszewski's answer.
"Sirs, since the progress of the interrogation has been reported, there's nothing else for me to do. I'll go back and continue interrogating Habib!" The skinny old man Kuluszewski knew very well why Prince Boateng had asked him first. After reporting the situation, he very sensibly bowed to Prince Boateng and Bernardessky, then left the secret warehouse through the underground passage.
Neither Prince Boateng nor Bernardessky said anything when Kuluszewski left. It was not until a minute later that their mental strength sensed that Kuluszewski had completely left the secret passage that Bernardessky looked at Prince Boateng and asked, "Where's the thing?"
Hearing Bernardessky's old voice, Prince Boateng took out the ring box from his shirt pocket. Although the ring box was the same as the special space item in the basement of the Red Neck Tavern where the hundred Crosia Fire Corals were stored, there were two extremely small seals on the ring box.
Seeing the seals on the ring box in Prince Boateng's hand, Bernardessky's face immediately turned cold. He said coldly to Prince Boateng, "You don't trust me?"
"That's right!" Prince Boateng said without hesitation. He did not wait for Bernardessky to get angry and continued, "This is a serious matter. I'll most likely have to go to the Gwadar Magic Mine Ruins to guard this thing. So unless Cabio Boateng comes here personally, I don't trust anyone!"
After saying that, Prince Boateng pushed the sealed ring box in front of him. The ring box floated in the air in front of Bernardessky.
After hearing that Prince Boateng didn't trust him, Bernardessky was about to explode in anger, but when he heard the words' guarding the Gwadar Magic Mine Ruins', he miraculously didn't explode. Perhaps he knew how cruel the punishment would be, but when he heard the words' guarding the Gwadar Magic Mine Ruins', he took a deep look at Prince Boateng before carefully sizing up the ring box that was floating in front of him. Then, as if he was making a promise, he said to the expressionless Prince Boateng, "I'll give this to the family head!"
Prince Boateng, who was well aware of Bernardaisky's strength, felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders after he received the other party's promise. His frosty face also relaxed a little. However, he still couldn't help but remind Bernardaisky, "Don't take the route given by the family when you return. You'd rather walk for two more days to ensure that the item is safely handed over to Cabio. Remember this! You must personally hand the item over to Cabio! "
When he said this, Prince Boateng's eyes were fixed on Bernardessky's face. Bernardessky understood the meaning behind Prince Boateng's words, and a glint flashed across his eyes. Then, under Prince Boateng's gaze, he nodded solemnly, indicating that he understood.
After doing all this, Prince Boateng finally let out a sigh of relief. He waved at Bernardessky and said, "I'm done here. I should go now!" After saying that, he wanted to turn around and leave, but before he could even take a step, Bernardessky's old voice sounded in his ears again. "Don't worry, Bernardessky.
"Patriarch, before I left West Ham City, I received news that the situation at Bernabéu has reached a stalemate because all parties are restraining each other. The patriarch wants you to be careful. Reyes is a man who values his promises. This stalemate has given him an opportunity. He is very likely to send someone to deal with you!"
Bernardessky paused for a moment before continuing in a flat voice, "In order to thank you for your reminder, I'll also give you a piece of news. I received news from an old friend of mine that Reyes seems to have customized a top tier 2 magic artifact for Bisping. Bisping has been hiding in Bernardessky Manor in Bernardessky in the name of experimenting with magic artifacts. No one has seen him for several days!"
"Thank you!"
After hearing Bernardessky's every word, Prince Boateng's face froze and his pupils shrank. After a second, he said in a deep voice to Bernardessky who was behind Bay. After saying that, he didn't hesitate and left the secret warehouse through the secret passage.
After leaving the secret warehouse, Prince Boateng's mood seemed to be very heavy. He looked around the street for a while and saw that the barbecue shop was still bustling in the middle of the night. He went up and spent 2 shillings to pack up 3 pounds of roast beef and 5 bottles of vodka before leaving in a hurry.
With the packed roast meat and beer, Prince Boateng went alone to Flosinone's landmark, the 27-meter tall Florentino Clock Tower. Prince Boateng sat on top of the clock tower and looked down at the people under the night sky. He began to gorge himself on the roast beef and beer.
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