Awakening again, Constance Dante found himself in front of a dim light.

He was sitting in a chair forged from stainless steel, his hands and legs were shackled and he couldn't move. The cold, damp atmosphere was unbearable, and Constance Dante looked around, but in the enclosed space, the flickering electric light could not illuminate the surroundings at all.

"Are you finally awake?" Just then, a man's deep voice came from the darkness.

In the dim light, I saw a terrifying face finally revealed. It was an indescribable face, and if the man before him was fierce enough, then it looked too small in front of him.

With a grim skeletal face, a chilling aura, high cheekbones and a sparse beard, this middle-aged man did not have vicious features, but a ferocity that was not angry and self-threatening, and instinctive fear arose. Even Constance Dante felt a slight tremor in his heart, the kind of look that only people who have experienced many deaths have, and his hands were also stained with blood.

At the same time that Constance Dante was looking at the man, the man was also looking at him.

"First meeting, Gentiles. My name is Shuvalov, you may or may not have heard of it. The man's deep voice was uncomfortable, and he stood in the darkness, and Constance Dante could only faintly see the frightening face through the dim light.

Constance Dante didn't speak, he looked at the man in front of him who called himself Shuvalov, he remembered that he didn't seem to have anything to do with Novgorod's ****.

Wait a minute! Consitine Dante suddenly remembered that at the time at Dr. Fabre's house, the fat man named Hassan was shouting as if he were Shuvalov's subordinate.

"Finally remembered?" The man said.

The other party's reaction surprised Cons Dante, who was so keen insight, and he was still discovered by the other party even if he was hiding it well.

Instinct tells Constance Dante that this is a tricky guy.

Shuvalov's yellow eyes looked at Constance Dante and said, "Not long ago, one of my unsuccessful men died. Right at Dr. Fabre's house. Shortly after you left, the cause of death was heart and lung failure due to asphyxiation. ”

The corners of Cons Dante's eyes twitched slightly, he didn't expect that fat man to die! With his eyes sinking, Constance Dante looked at the man in front of him and asked, "So what do you want?" His death has nothing to do with me. "Obviously, when he left, the fat man named Hassan was still alive, even if he suffered some external injuries, it would not be life-threatening.

"Perhaps, but after all, it's just your words. We have our rules. Shuvalov said coldly, suddenly coming out of the darkness and leaning down to look at Constance Dante, "So you have to pay for what you have done, and the other two Poles are the same, I don't care who you are, but in the lower town of Novgorod, even those in the noble council are not qualified to have the final say." ”

"The forces here are intertwined, don't expect anyone to come to your rescue and your companions!"

The man's cold voice exuded unruly arrogance, and he was mad to treat the Noble Council, the de facto ruler of Novgorod, as nothing to himself!? But Consité Dante believed that Shuvalov did what he said.

"Where's that girl! Where is she? Consitine asked suddenly, and as soon as he woke up, he found himself here, and Ekarina was sure that in the hands of these Novgorod ****. Constance Dante's eyes also showed a hint of panic, if it was just him, he could still be calm and circulating, but if that child was involved, even Constance Dante could not calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine for the time being. But only temporarily. Whether or not that fragile life can survive is only in your hands. Shuvalov said meaningfully.

"What the hell do you want to do!" Constance Dante roared in a low voice, and although he wanted to rush forward and grab the man and question him, Constance Dante was now unable to move.

"People always have to pay for what they do, even though the place where I exist is a gray area, I also understand this truth. Constance Dante, you have to pay the price for what you and your companions have done. ”

"What a joke!" Constance Dante looked at the madman in front of him and shouted angrily, the fat man's death had nothing to do with him at all, why should he pay the price, it's not ridiculous!

"Take him with you!" The man snapped his fingers, and saw that behind Shuvalov, five big and three thick black-clad bodyguards came out and opened the shackles on Constance Dante's limbs, but Constance Dante still couldn't move, because the group of people locked Constance Dante so tightly that they couldn't even struggle.

Shuvalov opened the door, and the bodyguards behind him followed him with Constance Dante as if they were escorting prisoners.

It was still dark outside, and Shuvalov walked slowly down the deep corridor with an oil lamp in his hand, and through the dim light, Cons-Dante could only faintly see the walls hewn out of stone.

Where the hell is this? Constance Dante felt an eerie aura and was puzzled.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Constance Dante asked through gritted teeth.

At this time, Shuvalov also walked to the end of the corridor, turned his head to look at Constance Dante, who was struggling and sneered: "In this city, everyone has infinite possibilities, Constance Dante. It's the same even in this kind of place, and I'm going to give you the opportunity to change everything, depending on whether you're willing to change it or not. Forgetting the introduction, once again welcome to the underground gladiatorial arena of Novgorod. The man tugged at the knob he was walking by.

The sound of the mechanism activating, and the next moment the iron door opened to both sides under the drive of the steam engine, and a thick white steam poured from the end of the corridor, such a thing actually existed in the lower city, and the mixture of wild shouts and screams quickly made the startled Constance Dante react. At that moment, the young man had the illusion that the door of sin had opened in front of him, and it was full of **, greed, fear, and fanaticism.

The blinding light was so blinding that Dante couldn't open his eyes, but he could still see the faces of demons, happy or angry, each full of sinful desires. (To be continued.) )