"You really make it difficult for me!"

As the sentry said this, his eyes involuntarily fell on the shoes on the foot of the Grand Duke of Beerstoka: "Ah, sir, although you look very down and out, your shoes are really beautiful, handmade, and customized in Florence, Italy, right? You know, before joining the army, my ancestors were all shoemakers. Hey, I can recognize any pair of shoes at a glance. But no matter how good the shoemaker is, hey, I can never wear a pair of beautiful shoes."

Grigoli understood what the other party meant at once. When did he fall into such a step, and even his shoes could not be saved?

But the problem now is that no matter how the other party humiliates himself, how to save his life is the first priority.

Gregory gritted his teeth, took off the beautiful shoes from his feet, and humbly sent them to the sentry: "Ah, you are so sensible. These shoes were given to me by a very good friend of mine. People like me can't afford such expensive shoes. If you like them, I'll give them to you."

"Look, this makes me really embarrassed..." Although the Sentinel said so, he had already picked up the shoes. He took off the torn boots from his feet, put on Gregory's shoes, and walked a few steps back and forth: "Hey, look, do these shoes fit me well?"

All his companions next to him laughed loudly. Then he ordered Gregory's clothes alone: ​​"That coat is also good."

Grigori did not hesitate for a second, and immediately took off his coat and handed it to the soldier. This made the soldiers' laughter even louder.

Gregory was also smiling there, but his heart was bleeding. Sooner or later, he would have to make these humble guys repay him ten times more.

"Ah, you deserve sympathy." The sentry who got the shoes said with satisfaction: "You should leave here quickly and wish your poor child a good recovery."

Gregory repeatedly thanked the sentinel for his "mercy", and then lowered his head and left without daring to stop for a long time.

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This is the current situation of the former Grand Duke of Bilstoka. He had no ruble on his body, and even his gold teeth were deceived. What's even more sad is that his shirt was completely open and no button was on it. His feet were naked. In addition, he deliberately messed up his hair and pretended to use mud to disguise himself. At first glance, this former Grand Duke was actually not much different from a beggar.

He was hungry and thirsty. Now, no matter what he could fill his stomach, he would put it in his mouth without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even find any food.

But Gregory didn't care, because there were some beliefs in his heart supporting him. He had left the terrible place of Moscow, at least he was free. Moreover, soon he would take out his six hundred thousand dollars. With such a large amount of money, the rest of his life would make him very comfortable.

What can those who laugh at themselves and betray themselves get? No, they can get nothing, they have nothing at all!

When Gregory thought of this, he felt that his steps had become much lighter.

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He left Moscow for a whole night and did not arrive at his destination until dawn. To be honest, Greegoli himself didn't believe it, and he actually persisted.

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He saw the inconspicuous wooden house, which he arranged specifically for his wife Solkina. It was very remote and almost no one would come here. There was also a very secret room in the house, which stored enough food that could last a week, and also had a water intake equipment.

This is a safe house that Gregory prepared for himself very early.

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There was not a single person around, and Gregory breathed a sigh of relief, at least it proved that it was still very safe here.

He opened the door with the spare key, and shouted with relief: "Solkinnan, my loveliest wife, I can finally see you again, you can't even imagine how terrible things I've experienced!"

However, Solkina did not come out to greet him as he imagined.

"Solkina, my dear, where are you? Come out quickly, I don't want to be so lonely anymore." Gregory shouted, turning on the light.

However, Solkina was not in the house at all, which made Gregory a little surprised. Where else can a woman like Solkina go besides a safe house?

Moreover, in order to be on the safe side, I specially arranged for the two female bodyguards to "protect" her closely, or to be more precise, to monitor her there.

But now not only does Solkina have no figure, but even the two female bodyguards are gone.

Gregory had a bad premonition.

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He searched the whole house, but Solkina and the two female bodyguards could not see any trace of their existence here.

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The cover on the sofa has never been taken apart, no one has ever entered the kitchen, and even the refrigerator is empty.

Grigori hurried into the study room, and he pressed a button on the side of the bookshelf, and the secret room appeared in front of him.

He turned on the lights in the secret room and walked in with heavy steps.

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There is nothing! Damn, there is nothing here! The food is gone, the weapons are gone, everything is gone!

"Solkina, you guy, guy!" Another huge disappointment made Gregory roar in anger no longer able to restrain himself.

Oh my God, Solkina actually betrayed herself.

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I still trust her so much.

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He yelled for more than ten minutes, and finally stopped yelling because of exhaustion. He was hungry and almost exhausted. He thought he would have had a good meal when he came here, but now the scene appeared in front of him.

Gregory smiled bitterly, knowing that just by insults could no longer solve any problem.

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To be continued...