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"quiet!"

That Villette did not respond to Tartaglia's provocation, but tapped the ground with the cane in his hand.

"No loud noises are allowed in court."

"Hey, Mr. Supreme Inquisitor, did you hear what I said before?"

"Now that your game of Judgment is over, let's play some big-boy battlefield fighting!"

Tartaglia jumped directly from the accused seat and stood on the stage, with a bow and arrow made of water elements in his hand.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then became excited.

They had never expected that this young and inexperienced [executive] from the Kingdom of Winter would actually challenge Villette without regard for his life.

"Well, I came to the right place for this [trial]!"

"Now I should be able to see Lord Villette take action with my own eyes. I am really looking forward to it!"

"Yes, yes. I could feel Lord Villette's overwhelming power even when I watched him from a distance. It must be even more shocking if I watch him up close!"

"Should we stay away from it? What if we are affected?"

"I don't think so. Mr. Villette should pay attention to this."

……

"Mr. Tartaglia, I need to remind you that it is now [Trial] time. Please return to your seat immediately."

Villette looked calmly at Tartaglia who was provoking him.

"Otherwise, I will charge you with disrupting the order of the trial."

“None of this matters!”

"Come and fight, Navrette!"

"Or do you need a little help from me?"

Tartaglia didn't care at all about the audience's comments.

"After all, my subordinates have worked so hard to pass on the information to me. At this time, I have no choice but to fight!"

After saying this, Tartaglia excitedly rushed towards Villette.

"Let me see what Mr. Villette is capable of!"

Seeing Tartaglia approaching rapidly, Villette calmly raised one hand, and then a blue halo bloomed on her hand.

The next second, a thick stream of water hit Tartaglia directly, pushing him back at a faster speed, and finally causing him to fall heavily on the stage.

"It's started, it's started!"

The audience stood up and watched the ensuing battle with great excitement.

The audience even expressed their support for Tartaglia because they were worried that he would lose too quickly.

"Executive officer over there, use the slide tackle!"

"Hurry up and fight. If you fight well, I will donate money to you Fatui!"

"Come on, big brother with the bow and arrow, you must hold on for a few more seconds!"

……

Having achieved his goal, Navellette was about to stop, but he suddenly felt that Tartaglia's aura had changed.

With a flash of lightning, the figure lying on the stage disappeared from its original position. Then a black shadow rushed towards Villette again at an extremely fast speed, and a sharp roar appeared in the air.

Feeling the powerful strength of Villette, Tartaglia's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He grabbed the spear made of lightning element with both hands and stabbed it towards Villette's chest.

This time, Navillatte frowned slightly. Just as the spear was about to pierce his body, a transparent azure barrier appeared in front of Navillatte. Tartaglia's body suddenly stopped, and the spear pierced the barrier and could not go any further.

Seeing this, Tartaglia changed the spear in his hand from stabbing to sweeping, hitting the barrier at a high speed, and then caused lightning to strike directly down, but the barrier still showed no signs of damage.

Seeing that Villette made some movement, Tartaglia immediately pulled back and retreated temporarily.

"Stop it, Mr. Tartaglia."

"The trial is not over yet."

Navelette looked at Tartaglia calmly and spoke lightly.

"Stop? Hahaha, you must be kidding."

"I'm having a blast!"

"You really are strong, Villette!"

"I didn't expect there would be a strong person like you in Fontaine."

Tartaglia waved the lightning spear in his hand twice, and finally stuck it into the ground beside him.

"It seems that I can use all my strength to deal with an opponent like you!"

As Tartaglia finished speaking, the evil eye on his body emitted a strange light, and then his body was instantly completely enveloped by an ominous aura.

Feeling the aura of Tartaglia continuing to surge, Villette frowned and looked at the audience who were still watching the excitement. Finally, he sighed lightly and his figure instantly disappeared from his position.

The dazzling blue light overwhelmingly defeated the ominous aura around Tartaglia's body, and soon revealed Navelette, whose body had not changed at all, and Tartaglia, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"The court will be adjourned for one hour to allow Mr. Tartaglia to recover, and then the [trial] will continue."

Navillet spoke to the guards, then slowly walked towards his position.

"How come you were killed in an instant? Why don't you hold on a little longer?"

"What the Fatui [Executor] is? This is too lame!"

"That's normal. I heard he was only the last one."

"Last seat? That's fine."

"Don't be discouraged, Mr. Tartaglia, one second is already great!"

“Keep working hard next time!”

……

The audience booed in disappointment as they watched Tartaglia being carried away from the scene by two security guards.

I thought it would be interesting to watch, but the difference in strength was so big that it was like an adult beating a child. It would be less interesting than a video.

"Let's go, come back in an hour."

Just when the audience was about to leave for a break, several security guards suddenly came hurriedly outside.

"That's bad, Master Villette."

"Just now, the Fatui outside the opera house had an internal conflict and killed one of them on the spot."

After hearing this, the audience immediately sat back down.

Wow, today’s game was so exciting!

Villette took a deep breath. He really wouldn't be able to rest for even a moment.

Although the other party was not a citizen of Fontaine, he died in Fontaine, and in front of the busy Opiclay Opera House, so Fontaine could not pretend that it did not happen.

"Bring them in."

……

An hour later, Tartaglia finally woke up from his coma.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Tartaglia's mind was still a little dazed.

Who am I, where am I, and what am I supposed to do?

Oh, by the way, he seemed to have been defeated by Villette, and it was a miserable defeat.

"Are you awake?"

Suddenly, a lovely face appeared in the field of vision. Tartaglia recognized it. The other person seemed to be a member of a race called Melusin from Fontaine.

"Where is this?"

"The lounge of the Oprykle Opera House."

The other party replied.

"I have to say you are quite courageous. You dare to challenge Lord Villette."

"Since that incident, all the negative news about Lord Villette disappeared overnight."

"That thing?"

"Let me show you."

After hearing what the other party said, Tartaglia struggled to get up, but found that his body was completely unable to move.

So strong that just one blow could hurt him so badly.

"Don't move!"

"Although the injuries on your body are not too serious, you still need to rest well."

"I'll just bring the things to you."

After saying that, Milushin took out the video and played it for Tartaglia.

Watching the screen being completely filled with blue, after a while, only a huge hole was left after everything calmed down. Tartaglia, who was lying on the sofa, couldn't help swallowing.

Even the current Whirlpool Demon God Osel is not so strong!

So what kind of existence did he challenge just now? !

Could the other party be the water god of Fontaine?

That’s not right. Shouldn’t the water god of Fontaine be called Fucaros?

But there is no doubt that the opponent's combat power must have reached the threshold of the devil.

His subordinates actually let him fight against gods, they really think highly of him!

Tartaglia didn't know whether to feel relieved or helpless about this.

Suddenly, Tartaglia thought of something and quickly felt his body. He breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that no parts were missing.

Although he hurts all over his body, it's not a big problem. As long as the pain is still there, it won't affect him from fighting with others in the future.

Of course, Tartaglia was still very excited at this time. Fighting against strong enemies has always been his motivation to move forward. Nothing would make him happier than encountering a strong enemy.

Sooner or later he would have to fight that Villette again!

But this has to be done step by step. Challenging Villette now would be tantamount to courting death.

He doesn't want to die young so soon.

"Wait a minute, if Villette used such power, who would be his opponent?"

Tartaglia suddenly discovered a key problem and asked quickly.

However, when Tartaglia finished speaking, he found that the expression on the other person's face immediately became serious, as if he was very taboo about this.

"Since Mr. Tartaglia is no longer in danger, I will leave first."

After saying that, Dr. Meilushin packed up his things and walked away unsteadily on his short legs.

Tartaglia wanted to stop the other party, but because his body was completely unable to move, he had to give up.

However, seeing that Melusin refused to answer the question and left directly, Tartaglia's face was full of excitement. It seemed that Fontaine was much more interesting than he had imagined!

"Okay, I'm going to have a good fight in Fontaine this time!"

Shortly after Meilushin left the lounge, two security guards walked in.

"Mr. Tartaglia, the time is up. Please follow us back to the trial site."

Looking at the guards walking towards him, Tartaglia spoke speechlessly.

"No, are you guys done yet? I've already said I didn't kill him, and I don't want to participate in your [trial] which is just like playing house."

After hearing Tartaglia's comment, the guards paused for a moment, and then their tone became somewhat impolite.

"Whether the deceased has any relationship with you or not, that is for Lord Villette to judge."

"Although Tartaglia is a native of the Winter Solstice, when you come to our Fontaine, please abide by the rules of our Fontaine."