"Muffliato!"
As Wizet finished the incantation, an unrelenting buzzing filled the space around Profa.
Surrounded by that inexplicable buzzing, Profa was terrified.
He desperately wanted to open his eyes and see what was happening, but he worried that if he did, he might see something he was not supposed to see, and then...
As a member of the Mafia—and one of Joseph Bonanno's most trusted subordinates—he knew all too well what happened to those who saw things they should not have.
Because of those experiences, no matter how tortured he felt inside, he still did not dare open his eyes.
The only reason Profa had been loyal to Joseph Bonanno was that the pay was generous enough. You did as much work as the money warranted—that was his principle.
In his view, no one would turn down money, and Joseph Bonanno happened to offer enough of it. That was why he served him.
But now... things seemed to have changed a little.
His boss, Joseph Bonanno, was in a very bad situation, being interrogated by this unfamiliar wizard. All Profa could hear was that agonizing buzzing.
Actually, this was a good thing for him.
After all, the one being interrogated now was only his "former boss," Joseph Bonanno.
As long as they were not interrogating him, he still had a way to survive.
At the end of the day, this was just a job. He was only loyal to the money—working for one person was no different from working for another, wasn't it?
It was only work. He wanted to keep living; he did not want to lose his precious life.
If this unfamiliar wizard needed anything, then helping as much as he could within his capabilities was entirely acceptable.
For a moment, Profa seriously considered whether he could demonstrate