Chapter 1241 Isn't this brain-dead! (Seeking a monthly ticket)
"Take him back to see the boss~!" The man who knocked Ragnar unconscious took a few breaths and waved to the man following him.
Immediately, several mysterious young people dressed in the same clothes emerged from the darkness.
They came closer and bent down to take a closer look at Ragna lying on the ground. One of them turned back and said doubtfully: "I said, you won't hit this guy too hard and beat this guy stupid, right?"
"How is that possible?" Hearing that his companions doubted his own skills, the person who took action slapped his neck and said angrily: "Brother, I have always been the most measured in my actions.
Stop talking nonsense and get him away for me."
Several people nearby laughed, dragged Ragnar's hands and feet from the ground, carried him out of the alley, and threw him into a carriage that had stopped at the intersection.
The carriage started slowly and quickly disappeared into the night.
I don't know how long it took, but Ragna woke up from his coma.
As my consciousness recovered little by little, I first felt a splitting headache, as if my skull had been hit hard several times with a sledgehammer.
This kind of pain is like burning, all the way down from the head, eye sockets, cheeks, arms, chest, to the waist, thighs... There is no place in the whole body that is not swollen and painful.
Ragna couldn't help but groan, but when the moan landed in his ears, he was startled.
He never knew that he could make such a low and painful cry.
Ragna reluctantly opened his eyes, only to find that his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
"You're finally awake, kid." A voice came from across from Ragnar, as if he had just woken up, and said impatiently.
Ragnar suddenly woke up, and then he remembered that before he passed out, he was chased by Duke de Rossi's men, escaped into an alley, and was then attacked and knocked unconscious again.
"Does it mean that it has fallen into the hands of De Rossi now?" Ragna's heart tightened, and he broke into a cold sweat out of fear.
Only then did he feel something was tied to his face. He couldn't see it because his eyes were completely covered.
Ragnar twisted his body slightly and realized that he was sitting on a solid chair.
His hands were tied tightly behind his back, and his wrists were numb with the rough rope. His legs were also tied together, and when he moved a little bit, he heard the sound of the iron chains rattling, and it seemed that they were also locked.
Ragnar was certain in his mind that he had been caught.
"It's over~!" Ragna wailed in his heart, and Ragnar weakly lowered his head.
Suddenly, the regret in his heart spread like a tide, almost drowning him and suffocating him.
Ragnar's first thought was what Duke de Rossi would do with him. First of all, he would never kill him with just one blow.
According to the vicious nature of that family, they would definitely torture themselves.
A long time ago, Ragnar heard that Duke de Rossi's son once scalded people to death with boiling water.
Or else, use a nine-tailed whip full of iron pieces to whip people's flesh and blood flying everywhere.
They also imprisoned those who opposed him with tigers and leopards, and then invited a large group of people to watch. While watching the miserable sight of the unlucky guy being torn apart and eaten alive by wild beasts, they drank and had fun.
Moreover, according to several experts who have obtained CET-4 and CET-6 certificates, this elegant sport was one of the most popular entertainments among ancient nobles.
Ragnar once had the honor to witness this elegant sport with his own eyes, but at that time, he fully demonstrated the extremely low quality unique to a common man. Just watching the beast pounce on people, he was already stunned.
I was so scared that I almost peed and had nightmares for several days.
Even though it had been a long time, he could still occasionally dream that he was being torn apart by wild beasts in that cage, while screaming at the top of his lungs.
In addition, there are also methods of soaking people in lime and then watering them, using roof boards, or crushing people to death with iron rods... All kinds of death sentences that ordinary people can't even think of, the young Mr. De Rossi has used them.
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Whether he was tortured to death by various unimaginable tortures or eaten by wild beasts, this was not what Ragnar wanted.
Because of this, not only did he devoutly donate money to the church and ask for the blessing of the God of Light, but also based on the principle of doing more good, he also spent a lot of money to buy many amulets of foreign gods.
Please help those big guys take care of yourself.
However, it now seems that, just like human government agencies, there is also a phenomenon of fighting among the gods, and long-term management can only lead to short-term management in the end.
As a result, something really happened now, and no god came to help. Obviously, because of this incident, they were playing football with each other.
Thinking of this, Ragna couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart. As expected, it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself.
But when he thought about it again, he deeply blamed himself: "I didn't know the virtues of the De Rossi family earlier, so why did I have to be greedy for this money like a lard that blinded my heart.
It’s over now. What should I do, what should I do?”
After Ragnar was annoyed for a while, the desire to survive gradually came back.
He quickly used his brain to think of any way to escape.
At this time, there was the sound of dragging a stool from the opposite side, and Ragna heard a man stand up, yawn, and walk out. He seemed to have closed the door with a clang.
Ragnar asked blankly: "Who is where? Is there anyone?"
But it was quiet all around, not a sound at all.
"This means that he was not on the ship." Ragnar calmed down, and then realized that he had not been sent to Naian's ship that left.
The floor didn't shake at all, the air was dull, with a faint musty smell, and the surroundings were stuffy, proving that this must be a frequently closed room.
"I am probably locked in the basement." Ragna guessed in his mind.
At this time, the door made a rattling sound, and Ragnar heard several chaotic footsteps. It was obvious that more than one or two people had entered.
Then there was the sound of a chair being pulled, coughing and whispering, and then there was a soft "pop" sound, something hit the table, and the surrounding area immediately became quiet.
Ragnar felt something was wrong in his heart. If he was caught by Duke de Rossi's people, those people would first be beaten severely in order to vent their anger.
Ragnar alone squandered almost all the funds for the activities, which offended them miserably.
But listening to the sound, everyone on the opposite side sat down, which was strange.
Of course, it is also possible that he was going to kill him here without waiting to return to Lyria. Thinking of this, Ragna's heart tightened and he said hastily: "Who are you? Damn it, don't pretend to be a ghost, butcher, old dog,
I know it's you. If you have the guts, give me a good time."
There was a burst of laughter from the opposite side, and a middle-aged man's voice slowly said: "You really want to die? Okay, I will help you and kill him~!"
Ragna was stunned for a moment. Stimulated by his survival instinct, his mind was spinning rapidly. With just one sentence from the other party, he clearly judged: He had never heard this voice before, and it contained a little bit of Nai'an's local voice.
Accent~!
Just when he was in a daze, there was a "clang" sound and someone pulled out a weapon.
"No, no, no!" Ragnar shouted urgently, shaking his body on the chair in fear, shouting: "Spare my life, I don't want to die."
A burst of mocking laughter suddenly erupted from the crowd opposite.
Someone snorted disdainfully and said, "That's how much courage you have. You still have the guts to do something here."
Ragna couldn't help but doubt their identity more and more.
He asked carefully: "You... who are you?"
"Don't worry about it." The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Don't want to die? Okay."
Hearing this, Ragnar was relieved. It was obvious that he had not fallen into De Rossi's hands, because if he had fallen into his hands, he would never waste so many words with him.
No matter who this group of people is, they have shown that they are useful to them. Otherwise, they would not have spent so much effort to catch them. As long as he is useful to them, Ragnar can negotiate terms.
Ragnar said cautiously: "No matter what you want me to do, you can do it, but first you have to agree to me a condition, otherwise I won't say anything~!"
He immediately started bargaining with people, trying to detect the other party's bottom line.
"Conditions?" The middle-aged man sounded surprised. Then he laughed out loud and said in a contemptuous tone: "You don't understand the situation. We are not negotiating terms with you. Your life is in our hands, which makes us happy.
You might still have a way to survive.
If you make us unhappy, just prepare to plant lotus flowers~!"
"Planting lotus?" Ragna asked doubtfully. He knew in his heart that this must not be a good thing.
A young man said with a smile: "Just tie stones on your feet and throw them into the Beni River. Oh, by the way, the few people chasing you are unfortunate and have already planted lotus flowers."
Ragna was suddenly shocked. As a veteran who traveled far and wide, with a lot of knowledge and experience, Ragna had already figured out the identity of the other party.
As the saying goes, fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields.
Just like the wealthy landlords of this era, even if they have to hold it in for three miles, they must poop in their own fields to strengthen their fields.
These ruthless bastards don't even waste dead people, they insist on planting them in the Nai An River.
From this small detail, it can be shown that they should be the local snakes of Nai'an. And they are also very family-oriented local snakes of Nai'an, but...
But why he should be captured, Ragnar was still confused.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, we will let you speak." The middle-aged man said firmly: "It's just a little troublesome.
You don't like trouble, and you don't want to suffer physical pain, right?
So let’s keep it simple.”
Ragna swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "You say."
"Who do you work for?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Duke de Rossi, Duke de Rossi of the Kingdom of Lyria." Ragnar immediately said obediently. Any resistance at this time would be in vain. It would be better to admit it readily.
"We know that you trade in stocks and are a big investor. How much money did you invest?"
"Sure enough, he's just asking for money." Ragna thought to himself. The only valuable thing about him was the tens of millions invested in the stock market. These people were just after this money. Even though they lost most of it in the stock market, according to today's
The stock price when the market is closed is still worth several million.
Ragna said honestly: "One thousand and four hundred thousand, back and forth, through my hands, I have thrown away ten and four million in the stock market, and now I have lost less than half of it.
But don’t even think about this money. It’s not with me, it’s all sitting in the stock market.
The people who chased me are dead, and there are no people left to exchange stocks. The stock market is a real-name system. If they die, the money cannot be withdrawn.
I only have 50,000 shares in my name, but they are now worth 400,000. I will give them all to you, as long as you let me go."
"Damn, so we killed the financial owner~!" Someone yelled out depressedly.
The rest of the people also cursed for a while.
But the person they were cursing was obviously a guy sitting among them.
This made Ragnar feel frightened again. Because from his words, it could be heard that the young man who kept laughing was obviously the guy who committed the murder.
Who are these people~!
He killed several people in one move.
It’s so cruel and ruthless~!
After a while, I heard the middle-aged man say in a deep voice: "Mr. Ragnar, let me ask you, a little Duke with a little horn can give out 10 million? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
Later, his tone was extremely harsh and full of murderous intent.
"No, no, no!" Ragna was startled. He shook his head quickly and defended loudly: "Sir, please listen to my explanation.
That's not his money. The De Rossi family lives a luxurious life and they have no money at all.
These more than 10 million were taxes that he misappropriated by taking advantage of his position and forced others to take it out. Almost all the money of the nobles in the kingdom is here.
And even though it’s said to be borrowed, in fact, as a person like Duke de Rossi, he basically never borrows anything but never repays it.”
Ragnar's interrogators fell silent.
After a while, someone murmured: "The forest is really big. There are all kinds of birds. There are really some who embezzle the national treasury to speculate in stocks~!"
The people next to him also sighed in a low voice.
This made Ragnar feel a little surprised: embezzlement of public funds is a very normal thing for nobles across the continent. Why are these people so rare and strange?
Hmm, I'm sure these guys are just a bunch of low-life bandits with little knowledge.
Well, that must be the case~!
However, he vaguely felt something was wrong in his heart. If he was a bandit, why didn't he ask for money, but only asked for these things that he had and didn't have?
But before he could figure it out, he heard the middle-aged man opposite him slam the table, push his chair away, stand up, and said in a deep voice: "This guy is no longer useful to us, throw him into the pond."
"No~!" Ragnar was startled. Then he struggled violently and shouted loudly: "I told you everything I know. We agreed not to kill me~!"
I'll give you all my money..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt his head being firmly fixed, and then a ball of smelly rags was stuffed into his mouth, blocking his throat.
Ragnar could only moan and whine.
Several people lifted his hands and feet, regardless of Ragnar's violent struggle, they carried him out of the room and threw him into a carriage.
Then the carriage started, and after running on the silent road for more than ten minutes, Ragnar heard the sound of the flowing river, the door of the carriage opened with a clang, and the cool wind carrying moisture blew in.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" When Xinzhi reached the river, Ragna struggled violently, clinging to the seat with his hands, whimpering vigorously.
The person next to him punched him hard in the stomach. Ragna burst into tears of pain. He lost all his strength and fell on the carriage, clutching his stomach.
"Get off~!" The person next to him kicked him hard and kicked Ragna off the carriage.
"It's over..." Ragna lamented in his heart and thought to himself: "I must be a good person in my next life."
Then his back hit the ground hard.
Ragnar yelled loudly, rolled twice on the ground, then rolled left and right and touched the ground, secretly saying in surprise: "It's not water, it's not water, I'm still on the ground~!"
Hearing that the sparkling carriage was getting further and further away, Ragnar suddenly realized that they were trying to scare him by saying they wanted to kill him, and that he was probably being treated as a toy.
Ragna lay on the ground and took a long breath, then spent two hours tossing off the rag that was used to gag and blindfold him, rolling around on the ground a few times, and found an angular stone to grind off his hand.
The rope was used to get out of trouble.
Ragnar dragged his scarred body to stand up. He looked up and saw the navigation lights of passing ships on the Beni River. The carriage threw him on the riverside. A few dozen meters further ahead was the wide Beni River.
After figuring out the direction, Ragnar limped towards Nedel City. He still had hundreds of thousands of stocks worth. This money was enough for him to live a comfortable life. He couldn't consider returning the money to Dro now.
It’s the Duke of West’s problem, unless he dares to send people to Nai’an again to ask for it.
But by that time, Ragnar had already flown away.
After Lorraine listened to the report from the venture capital company opposite, she and Leo stared in surprise for a long time.
Catherine and the others also looked at each other.
Leo seemed to have heard some strange news and said: "Is there really such a stupid thing? Using your own family's national tax to speculate in stocks on our territory?"
Lord Lorraine shrugged and said, "I've heard things more outrageous than this."
It's trivial to embezzle public money to speculate in stocks, and there are also people who steal tens of millions from banks to buy lottery tickets.
Sir Alex still can't figure it out. You've already stolen tens of millions, why did you buy lottery tickets? You can just run away with the money.
Isn’t this crazy?
It seems that behind every incomprehensible idiotic behavior, there are other people's shrewd calculations.
Leo suddenly rubbed his hands and giggled happily, causing Lord Lorraine and his girlfriends to look at him strangely and think to themselves: Is this little gangster crazy about counting money?
Lorraine's son sat naked across from Leo, giggling at Leo's appearance, and his mother was so angry that she slapped him.
The guy smacked his lips and burst into tears.
Leo slapped his thigh heavily, sighed with a solemn expression, and said: "Boss, you said if there were more of these idiots and gave us the money from the national treasury, we could unify the mainland without leaving home~!"
Lord Lorraine shrugged and said: "After this stock market crash, there will be fewer fools like this who are easy to deceive in the future."
"That's right~!" Chairman Leo was so angry that he punched himself in the forehead several times and said angrily: "If I had known that these guys' money was so easy to deceive, I should have set up a bigger trap."
Lorraine shook his head, handed the document to Beren, and said: "Make sure that the king and people of Leiria will know as soon as possible."
Belen smiled and said: "It has already begun."
"That boy De Rossi..." Sir Lorraine tapped his fingers on the armrests of the chair, with an interesting expression on his face, and said, "Will his national livelihood be torn apart?"
Beren shrugged gracefully and said firmly: "He is dead."
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