I glanced again at the figures of the two men disappearing down the hallway and raised my foot.
I had to choose between taking my chances with this random cardinal who grabbed me (likely resulting in a swift beheading or worse) or Count Graye(assumed) who was a total wild card. Either way, I was pretty sure the Count(assumed) wouldn't do anything worse to me than The Church.
Or maybe he would.
But I'd have to take that chance.
I brought my food down squarely on my captor's foot. Hard.
You learn a thing or two being in this line of business. The first is how to properly stomp on a foot. The second is to always reinforce the heels of your shoes with steel to make the stomp more effective.
My captor sucked in and then clamped his hand over his own mouth to muffle his cry of pain. I used the moment to make my-wait.
I was still stuck. Neither of his hands had moved off me.
So who had their hand over his mouth?
"Shhhhh. You'll ruin all our hard work."
