The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Those favored by the gods are superior to ordinary people in every way, even in the use of the Evil Eye. Other executives, at most, experience minor problems like dizziness when using the Evil Eye.

Unlike himself, who, after exerting all his strength for just a short while, only managed to create a frost clone, which caused him to lose a significant portion of his lifespan.

But none of that matters now. We need to get out of here as quickly as possible and let the others know that headquarters has been breached!

The rich man ran along the road for a long time, and the light in front of him grew dimmer and dimmer until he finally ran to a place without any light.

Even in the darkest corners of Winterfell, you won't find a place this dark.

The rich man stopped in his tracks; he knew he couldn't escape.

"Heh heh heh, I never thought I'd be defeated here. Outside the Queen's Palace, at the headquarters of the Fools." The rich man let out a few bitter laughs; it seemed his grand ambitions would come to an end here.

"Quite talkative." The cold female voice rang out again, followed by the sound of flesh being sliced.

Chapter 116 The situation escalates

2023-08-28

As darkness dissipated, the rich man reappeared in his bedroom. However, this time he was already unconscious.

The once magnificent and splendid room had become daunting. The brocade hanging on its walls was stained with streaks of crimson, and the red carpet adorned with gold patterns was even more so.

The soft fur became curled and stiff, not just because it was stained with splattered blood, but also because it had been scratched.

On the carpet, the rich man lay quietly. His face still bore the marks of pain, and his left arm was missing.

Upon closer inspection, the cut was not the usual bright red, but pitch black. Faintly, one could hear the hissing sound of flesh being roasted.

The patrolling soldiers returned to the wealthy man's residence and looked up. They saw a figure still busy at a desk by the window.

Everything is normal. The wealthy people are still working late into the night, and they are patrolling until dawn. It seems like today is just another ordinary day.

……

After dealing with the wealthy man, Black Knife set off again, heading towards the next somewhat eccentric building.

The building wasn't as luxurious as a rich person's villa, but it occupied a much larger area.

This is a factory used for manufacturing and researching dolls. Catherine was born and raised here.

[Puppet] Sandonne's puppet-making factory, which is also her residence. For the puppeteer, who sees the study of puppets as everything, this factory is the best place for her to live.

"No problem, let's go." The puppet said indifferently, glancing at the strangely dressed man wearing a huge straw hat.

"Hehehe, you're kicking people out so soon? Do you mean one of your useless trash can surpass me?" The soldier looked at the many unfinished dolls inside the factory and smiled contemptuously.

This was his first time interacting with this colleague who was one rank below him; previously, his maintenance work had always been handled by the doctor.

All the soldier knew about the puppet was that she was almost obsessed with her research to an extreme degree. And her face always had a blank expression.

But the more the puppet acted this way, the more the soldiers wanted her to show other expressions. And the way they did that, of course, was by criticizing her research.

Despite going to such extremes, they could only create useless things. In the eyes of the soldiers, the puppet was a pitiful creature.

Even though they had only met a few times before.

"Don't make me say it a second time, get out!" The giant puppet behind the puppet stood up, and the puppet sitting on its hand was lifted up as well.

Puppet had also heard about the character of the stragglers.

The puppet looked down at the stragglers, its pale blue eyes devoid of any emotion. But judging from its expression, if the stragglers didn't know better, the puppet might actually throw him out.

"Okay, okay. I hope you figure out a fool who can chat with you soon." The soldier smiled, touched the brim of his hat, and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

A figure suddenly appeared beside the giant puppet's arm. The figure was almost as tall as the giant puppet itself.

She stretched out her long, slender arm and pulled the puppet off the doll's palm.

Its concealed presence and immense power caught everyone off guard. Neither the scattered soldiers nor the puppets behind the puppets reacted in time.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of wood breaking rang out, and one of the puppet's arms fell off.

There was no bloodshed, no cries of pain. What had just happened was as if the arm of a lifeless puppet had simply been ripped off.

“This is interesting.” Lu casually burned the lifelike girl’s arm in her hand, and looked at the puppet staring at her in her other hand.

Beautiful girl. In that case, let's just destroy everything else except her.

"Boss, how's it going?" Lu asked, dodging a heavy punch from the giant puppet in front of her while carrying the puppet.

"Not enough. We also need one-eighth of her soul." Aleto frowned. Troublesome people. Couldn't they just be decent human beings and let them chop off one of their hands?

"Understood!" Lu smiled lightly, then jumped onto the shoulder of the giant doll that was in a berserk state.

Fighting such a cumbersome opponent is where her speed advantage as a black blade is most effective.

A menacing black dagger, resembling a one-handed sword, appeared in Lu's hand. Black flames began to burn fiercely on the blade.

As Lu Yi stabbed down, the giant puppet swung its massive fist toward Lu's hammer perched on its shoulder. A wise choice, but there was more than one black blade.

The pressure of the giant fist forced Lu to abandon further attacks. But suddenly, two black-sworded figures appeared behind the giant puppet!

A dagger burning with black flames was plunged into the puppet's body, and a torrent of black flames erupted, burning everything to ashes.

"Hmph!" The puppet Lu was holding let out a muffled groan, and a slight ripple finally appeared on its expressionless face. Of course, it was only a slight ripple.

Lu didn't pay attention to the changes in the puppet in his hands; there would be many more such experiences to come.

"Whoosh!" A sound of wind came from afar, but Lu paid no attention. She believed someone would stop them.

"Bang!" The pale blue wind blade collided with the solidified white wind bullet, and the two canceled each other out, leaving only a wisp of dissipating breeze.

Stormblade – a lost combat technique of Stoneville, which involves wrapping the weapon with a storm blade and releasing a storm forward, and can be cast continuously.

Then another identical figure appeared in the factory. The soldiers and the puppets, seeing the four people who looked almost identical, all showed expressions of astonishment.

However, they quickly recovered. No matter how strange it was, it was still an enemy! And an extremely troublesome enemy at that!

"Haha, what an outdated outfit! Your taste is terrible!" The skirmishers mocked Black Knife's attire as they fought in the sky.

His favorite thing was watching from the air as his enemies below could do nothing but hastily dodge his attacks.

This feeling of being on top of the world gave him the sensation of being a god. And the soldier always believed that one day, he too could become a god.

The black-clad figures on the ground said nothing; they preferred to remain silent during battle.

Furthermore, there's no need to refute those in power; victory is earned through fighting, not just talking. Besides, those in power are about to lose.

"Haha, you...you all..." The skirmishers flying through the air suddenly froze.

He stared at the blade protruding from his chest, straining to turn his head. Behind him, a black knife plunged a dagger into his body.

"Thud!" The skirmisher fell to the ground from the sky. His energy core was destroyed, and now there was nothing to support the operation of his machine.

The puppet held by Lu saw five identical figures appear before it and stopped the operation of the Divine Heart at its waist.

These guys in front of her were not only powerful, but also assassins. If it were just one of them, she would definitely fight back; if it were two, she would fight desperately; but if it were five, she would have no hope of escape.

"Who are you? I don't remember ever having any contact with you." The puppet looked up at the five figures in front of him, his voice still devoid of emotion.

"Take your soul back to avoid causing us trouble." A similarly emotionless female voice reached the puppet's ears.

To her surprise, even though the five people were right in front of her, she couldn't tell whose voice it was.

The puppet didn't react to Black Knife's words. In this situation, gathering her consciousness would be tantamount to suicide, and she wouldn't do that.

"Whoosh—" Suddenly, a loud, piercing, and prolonged roar rang out from afar.

The sound was like a key, unlocking the slumbering beast of the Fools. A resounding rallying cry, a cacophony of footsteps, the crisp sound of bolts being pulled…

Countless voices reached Black Knife's ears and lingered for a long time.

"If the five of you try to escape now, you might still be able to get away," the puppet said, glancing at the five who remained unchanged, as if offering a reminder.

However, her words were clearly of no use, as the five people in front of her were preoccupied with something far more important.

"You want us to go back? Are you kidding me?"

"How could it be so fast? I haven't had enough of this world yet."

"Hey! Big sister, can we start causing a ruckus now?"

"Hmm... within the framework set by Wang, we can cause some trouble."

……

Countless identical voices spoke different words. The puppet looked up and saw that five figures had turned into eleven.

Chapter 117 A Sharp Knife in the Night

2023-08-28

"Who...who are you?!" The puppet stared at the eleven identical figures before it, its expressionless face finally becoming interesting.

Each of these people before me is a match for an Executive Officer. And now, there are eleven of them! With such a powerful force, why haven't the Fatui made a single move?

Options flashed through the puppet's mind, but she couldn't find any answers.

"Looks like your brain isn't as sharp as the other one's," a slightly mocking voice said.

“The other one…” The puppet slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again. She now knew who it was.

"ember?"

"You answered correctly, but there's no reward," Black Knife replied to the puppet. Even though they had been exposed, they didn't panic at all.

The Fools only know that someone has entered the headquarters, which is completely different from finding them.

Knowing that Black Knife had infiltrated and discovering Black Knife's whereabouts are two completely different things.

"Did you kill the rich?" the puppet asked, looking at the black knife in front of him.

“You should thank the King and Catherine for their mercy.” An arm wearing a black glove and a jeweled ring was thrown in front of the puppet.

"Your Majesty..." The puppet pondered Black Knife's words for a moment, then her face returned to its expressionless state.

"The price I have to pay."

"One-eighth of your soul, and the destruction of all your creations."

The puppet froze after hearing Black Knife's words; she hadn't expected the price to be so high.