Chapter 431 Creating Difficulties For Wynter At The Quinnells

• The structure was close to a bakery. Wynter had a big sack of bread in tow. "Eat," she replied, glancing down at the expressive vagrant. "Hic!" "I… I can't eat anymore!" Leaning on the wall was the vagrant. Unaware of the manipulations Wynter had pulled on him, he kept hiccuping from the bread in his mouth. He let out a wild laugh, saying, "Ha ha ha, hic!" "I no longer want to know." In his lips, Wynter shoved another slice of bread.
• "Eating is important; hunger is bad." The wanderer wanted to die, "I, hic! I was mistaken! I'm a young, youthful lady. It was only at that moment that Wynter reached out and took a needle from within him. Drenched in freezing sweat, the vagrant sank in the corner, gasping for breath. Wynter said in a quiet, unattached tone. "I'm getting impatient." Don't mince your words. Talk directly. on whom "The individual I have no idea who it was that handed me this. I was unable to glance up because I was lying down at the time.
• I was instructed to bring it to the Quinnell building. After that, I received $1,000 in cash. As he took out all of the cash he had been given in the morning, the vagrant spoke. "I'm telling the truth." the reality. What is included in the wooden box? Wynter gave him a quick look. The wanderer turned away. "I'm not sure." Wynter made no attempt to argue. She simply raised the bread once more. "It's just a few wooden sticks and a piece of yellow paper, like those used for fortune-telling," the wanderer blurted out. Wynter instantly predicted, "Divination sticks."