Bab 76: The Dismayed Count

"How long must I be in this place?" An old man spoke. He had a white beard growing on his face with his plain dull looking clothes

Both of his eyes thinned as they gazed upon the small window within the grayish cemented, dimmed, lightened room he was in. The small window had rusted metal bars

Both of his hands were tied in a rope. His right ankle was chained. With his current situation, he could only gaze upon the blinding light of the silver rays descending on his area

The way the corners of his mouth flattened meant everything he said earlier was true, but the man that came within his cellar only thinned his eyes and raised one of his eyebrows

"That Duke, he never bothered anything unless when it's related to his plans," he added as he shook his head and heaved a sigh

From within, his eyes grew tired. He immediately went to the warmest place he could feel and cuddled his knees with his shivering body