The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Yu Jin sat up straight, and not only that, he also had a notebook in his hand.

Although it was strange that Ember would take out the notebook, Lorend explained:

"Are you aware of Fontaine's prophecy?"

"I know, I've already prepared a banner for your championship at the first Fontaine Freestyle Swimming Competition."

As Yu Jin spoke, he suddenly scratched his head.

"I forgot, you'll all dissolve by then, and there won't be any way to swim. What a blunder."

Upon hearing this, both Lorend and Navia couldn't help but twitch their lips. They had learned something new: Fontaine's prophecy could be expressed in such a fresh and unconventional way.

"Hmph! Not bad, it seems Mr. Ember, you have a very clear understanding of the Fontaine prophecy."

Lorend cleared his throat and then continued:

"Similarly, so are we Fools. The executor in charge of Fontaine's affairs is Lord [Servant], and Lord [Servant] and most of his companions at the Hearth House happen to be Fontaines."

"So whether it's to save our homeland or to carry out the activities in Fontaine, we have to stop the prophecy from coming true."

"Lorend said slowly, while at the same time, Ember was also writing something without stopping."

"Are you thinking of a way to stop the prophecy?" Lorend asked curiously. The scene from before was still vivid in his mind: the soul was extracted and the body was reshaped. The power of the Ember was absolutely terrifying.

If such people were willing to join the effort to stop the prophecy, the chances of success would undoubtedly be much greater.

“No, I’m really thinking about how to make more of these prophecies. That way, all of you Fools can be reformed.” Ember looked up, successfully startling Lord.

"No...it can't be that bad, can it?"

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter those few words.

"We'll see how you do," Yu Jin replied half-jokingly, closing his notebook.

With that, he stood up.

"What are you..."

"Don't worry, the prophecy will definitely be resolved."

After waving to the people behind him, Yu Jin strode away.

A moment of silence fell over the reception room, until Lord broke the silence first.

"Miss Navia, I will ask someone else to deliver the remaining reconstruction supplies. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Lorend also hurriedly left.

Now only Navia and her two companions were left in the reception room. Since they were all familiar faces, Navia simply collapsed onto the sofa.

She recalled the scene of the flood that had occurred not long ago, and a wave of fear washed over her.

Without the embers, she couldn't believe how many people in Baisong Town would have died in the face of that flood.

At that time, the cost of obtaining the information that the seawater would dissolve the Fontaine people would become extremely high.

The thought that the seawater of the fetus could dissolve the people of Fontainebleau gradually gave Navia a guess.

"Miss, please have some tea." Myles handed the brewed tea to Navia.

Taking the tea, Navia said absentmindedly, "Myles, I have an idea."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the idea that 'the killer of the serial disappearances of teenage girls used virgin fetal seawater as a tool in the crime,' right?"

"It seems we have the same idea."

Navia's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"In that case, it seems we'll have plenty to do besides rebuilding Baisong Town?"

Seeing this, Severus raised an eyebrow and said.

"That's right, let's find the culprit in the girl's disappearance case!"

Navia raised her arms, her shouts filled with energy and confidence.

……

Fontainebleau, with its many levels, is a feast for the eyes. This is especially true for the young master.

Surrounded by a huge city, he had no idea how to find the so-called "strongest dueling agent".

However, as the saying goes, words are the best map. Clearly, the young master understands this principle.

And so, after almost wearing himself out, he finally found the house of the strongest "duel agent" Clarinde...

"Bang bang bang!"

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Come out and fight me!"

Standing at the door, the young master pounded loudly on the tightly closed door.

"Who?"

A cold voice came from behind the door. The door opened, and a woman in a black stockings and bodycon skirt was coldly looking at the excited young man in front of her.

"Roar! So you're Clorind! Come and fight me!" the young master roared excitedly. He looked Clorind up and down, his excitement growing even stronger.

The person before him indeed possessed the unique aura of a powerful being. Putting aside everything else, one thing he could be certain of was that the buttons held together so tightly at her chest could absolutely become a surprise killing move in battle!

Is this also one of the strongest duel agent's moves?

The young master narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

He had complete confidence in himself and believed that neither the flying button nor what was under the button could affect him in the slightest.

Tartaglia, born only for battle!

Ignoring the young master's fascinating inner thoughts, Clarinde simply asked:

"Are you guilty?"

"Um...it's not in Fontainebleau."

"boom!"

The gate was firmly closed, and the strong wind made the young master's hairstyle a little messy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Don't close the door! Can't your duel agents be outsourced? I have money, name your price!"

"..."

There was no response from behind the gate, so it seems Clarinde doesn't lack Mora.

The young master was not discouraged; he continued to knock on the door tirelessly.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

"You don't want money, huh? Then tell me what crime I have to commit to earn the right to fight you! Tell me and I'll do it right away!"

"Are you threatening me?"

Now Clarinde can no longer pretend not to see it, because it's best that none of the crimes caused by her exist.

"Huh? Really? I'm just telling the truth." The young master's eyes were full of confusion. He was thinking of just staging a scene with the Fools of Fontaine, so how did it become a threat?

"Phew... Fine, this amount is fine! If you have it, then I'll fight you."

Seeing that the young master didn't seem to be faking it, Clarinde became even more enraged. Her breasts trembled, and she finally blurted out a price far beyond what most people could afford.

Unfortunately, the young master is no ordinary person at all.

He merely twitched his ears upon hearing this, then waved his hand dismissively.

"No problem, just wait here, I'll bring Mora over right away."

With that, he left Clarinde with a golden silhouette. Seeing this, Clarinde could only helplessly rub her forehead.

"Are mentally ill people this rich these days?"

Chapter 780 Ox-Horse Executive

2024-07-15

"Northern Bank... Northern Bank... Found it!"

After running away from the Clarinde house, the young master began searching the streets for the Fontaine branch of the Northern Bank.

Clarinde's price was too high, and it was impossible to carry it with me, so I had to withdraw the money from my bank account.

"boom!"

"Young Master?!"

The bank door was kicked open, and the nearby guards were about to get up to reprimand him when they saw the young master run quickly toward the counter.

"Young master, please come this way."

Seeing the young master in such a hurry, a waiter assumed it was something extremely urgent and suggested moving to a more private place to receive him.

However, the young master had no time for such things. He simply waved his hand and then casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

"It's nothing important, I just came to collect some money."

"Is this... like this?"

The waiter and the receptionist behind the counter exchanged a glance, and a barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across their faces.

But the carefree young master didn't notice any of this. He was only thinking about taking out his Mora, which was about to get moldy, and using it to exchange for a thrilling battle!

"Quickly, I need money urgently."

"May I ask how much you wish to take, young master?"

"This number!"

The young master gestured as he announced an astonishing number. Of course, "astonishing" was only relative to the junior clerk behind the counter; compared to the string of zeros in the young master's account, this amount of Mora was nothing.

"This...this..."

Unexpectedly, after the young master stated his request, the receptionist behind the counter hesitated and remained silent for a long time.

This immediately made the young master's expression turn sour.