Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

"What are you doing? How could you let someone like this into this place? This is a slap in the face to all the people of Zhidong for my open and fair speech to them. I am now 100% certain that he is a traitor from foreign forces, just like the last one. Please deal with him."

The person in charge was initially taken aback, but then remembered the previous person who had been taken away.

He quickly understood what Lord Pantalone meant, and after realizing what he meant, he immediately called out to the others, speaking to the other Fools soldiers who were maintaining order at the scene.

"What are you all standing there for? Lord Pantalone said this guy is a traitor sent by foreign forces. Hurry up and take him away."

Upon hearing this, the other Fools soldiers immediately took action and restrained the hands of the man who had initiated the attack.

Having done it once before, Pantalone was quite adept at it again. In less than a few seconds, the man who was still loudly proclaiming free will was pinned to the ground.

The man, whose freedom was restricted, was still staring in shock at everything that was happening before his eyes. He tried desperately to struggle, but how could his strength possibly match the suppression he was under by the Fools' soldiers?

He struggled while glaring at Pantalone and protesting his actions.

"No! You can't do this to me! You can't do this! This is complete dictatorship and tyranny!"

"Of course I can do that. You people who have come from other places to beg for food in Zhidong seem to have some misunderstanding about what the Executors of the Fools represent. Since that's the case, then I will tell you what the Executors actually represent in Zhidong."

Pantalone, with a gentle smile on his face, demonstrated to everyone through his actions the methods of a cold-blooded ruthless official.

What does the identity of the Fools' Enforcer truly represent during this winter solstice?

"As we have told you before, as the executor of the Fools, I have absolute authority when making plans, and I do not need to explain anything further to you."

"This is the power that Queen Winter granted to the executors of the Fools. Therefore, whatever I do as an executor in formulating plans is within the scope of the powers of the Fools' executors."

"Because it's all part of the plan."

These words cast a chill over everyone's hearts, and in this frigid world, they felt an even greater coldness.

This chill is not physical, but a bone-chilling cold emanating from the depths of one's heart.

As the executor of the Fools, Pantalone didn't need to waste any more words on them. Whatever orders Pantalone wanted to issue, they had absolutely no room for negotiation.

As Pantalone said, the Fools' Executors have absolute power to make plans.

No matter what kind of criticism Pantalone has, he only needs to say this to shut most people up.

Because this is part of the plan!

As long as it's for the sake of the plan itself, whatever it may be, everything needs to be compromised and concessions made for the plan.

For the plan to be executed better, everything else needs to give way to the plan.

This is the harshest and cruelest aspect of winter; all sacrifices are necessary.

If there is any political correctness for winter, then obeying the plan set by the executive is the very political correctness that winter itself must obey.

All great achievements require sacrifice. Those living on this continent of Teyvat may not understand, but they must obey!

With the swift action of the Fools' soldiers, the two who were the biggest organizers of the parade were quickly taken away and became targets for Pantalone to make an example of.

His expression remained unchanged, still bearing that incredibly kind face.

This time, however, the bottom-ranked group of people present no longer even had the courage to look him in the eye.

The people here may be elites from all walks of life, but in front of Pantalone, the executor of the Fools, their own status is nothing at all.

The oppressive atmosphere emanating from the Fools' Enforcers made it difficult for them to breathe, and they could only lower their heads and try their best to avoid Pantalone's gaze and scrutiny.

They are afraid.

They were afraid of becoming the next target of Pantalone's scare tactics.

They were afraid that they might inadvertently become traitors to what Pantalone called foreign forces.

This thing is something Pantalone fabricated out of thin air, no matter how you look at it, but that doesn't matter. All he needs is a hat, and it doesn't matter what that hat is.

The term "foreign rebels" is just a name that can be replaced.

A spy from another country infiltrating Winter, a rebel intending to overthrow the Winter plan, and a spy who has been bribed.

These can all be charges against them; he can be anything.

As long as that thing is contrary to the political correctness of Zhidong itself.

Looking at the crowd before him, none of them daring to utter a sound, Pantalone chuckled and said there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Why are you all so nervous? I just randomly arrested a traitor from a foreign power. I'm sure most of you here are absolutely loyal to the Empress, aren't you?"

"Of course, I do not rule out the possibility that there may be foreign traitors among you, like the two who were taken away, but don't worry, I believe that such people are ultimately only a minority."

"I am a very tolerant person. As long as you, as rebels from foreign forces, are willing to abandon darkness and embrace the light, then I am not unwilling to spare your lives and allow you to join the Fools to serve Her Majesty the Empress."

Pantalone's opening remarks immediately stopped those who were preparing to leave in anger or were considering quitting.

If they were to leave at this point as Pantalone suggested, wouldn't they be considered traitors to the foreign forces Pantalone described? In that case, they would be in a situation from which they could never clear their name.

This open conspiracy was made without any attempt at concealment, and was laid bare before everyone.

But they were completely helpless and could only hold their noses and stay there, feeling disgusted as if they had swallowed flies.

After all, if they left now, they would truly become traitors to so-called foreign forces, and in a harsh and cruel place like Zhidong, no one would come to their aid.

Once someone is labeled a foreign rebel by Pantalone, they will essentially be living a life of imprisonment for the rest of their lives.

Seeing that no one had chosen to leave, Pantalone nodded in satisfaction.