Original God, looking for the heart

——The next day——

Mo Bei was leisurely tasting the water of the original fetal sea in the mansion. This liquid is fatal to the Fontaine people, but to outsiders it is a tonic that temporarily enhances the resonance of the water element - at least for Mo Bei.

On the table, several tentacles were holding pens and writing rustlingly.

This ability is really trouble-free, he only needs to formulate the basic ideas. You should enjoy the clean morning, until——there was a noise outside the door.

Glancing out the window, I saw that a lot of people had gathered downstairs in the mansion. There are even security agencies.

"...Arecchino?" But the servant was always shrewd in his work, at least he would not be found out in such a short period of time.

So, if he came to the mansion early in the morning to cause trouble, do you really think he is a soft persimmon?

As his emotions fluctuated, the writing tentacle broke off the pen and swallowed it.

Until another person is brought out.

"Sir?" "Huh? What else can this guy do?" All Mo Bei could think of was fights and the like. Although the young master has a stronger temperament, he does not understand the laws. This kind of battle, unless people are given...

But this is completely impossible!

He grabbed a mask and put it on, then roughly kicked the door open.

The people downstairs heard the noise and raised their heads.

Mo Bei stood on the balcony on the second floor, leaning slightly forward and leaning on the railing: "Everyone, do you have the permission of the owner of this place to make such a big noise so early in the morning?"

Dark tentacles rose from the ground, sealing the entire courtyard.

The leader stood up: "We are also acting in accordance with the official seal! Fontainebleau has issued an arrest order and requires us to immediately catch the murderer of the 'Serial Disappearance of Girls' case."

"You would actually pin the crime on a nineteen-year-old person for a disappearance case twenty years ago?"

"Is this the 'justice' you are pursuing?"

"Partner, you said it well! Hey, you heard it too, I can't be related to the case twenty years ago."

"This...we are just following the official seal..."

"If the Fontainebleau insists on slandering, can I regard this matter as your hostility to the Winter Kingdom?" "Don't forget, we are the envoys of the Winter Country."

"I'm afraid you don't want to cause unnecessary friction between the two countries."

The tentacles also became restless, and the darkness seemed to engulf everything in their reach.

Until Arecino arrived wearing high heels - she first looked at Mo Bei, almost commanding him to remove the tentacles.

"Oh? Is this Fengdan?" Mo Bei waved his hand dismissively and retracted his tentacles instantly.

All I heard was Arecino comforted the young master with one sentence: "The strongest duel agent is in the court."

Dadalia's eyes shone: "You mean, I can fight her to the fullest?!"

In this way, the young master left the other party "happily".

An irregular black shadow fell from the balcony, and the black shadow slowly formed the shape of Mo Bei.

"Don't tell me you believe that ridiculous conclusion too."

"Do not believe."

"Then you still allow the young master to be taken away?"

"For the people here, instead of interfering with law enforcement, it is better to prove their innocence in a convincing way. It is time for the reputation of the fools to be washed away."

Although the young master was usually noisy, he was still very angry. So much so that there was an "empty" sound all around.

Mo Bei straightened the mask on his face: "I will bring someone back."

The servant's face turned gloomy: "We have to settle the bill for slandering the reputation of Hearth House."

——Opera Opécle——

On the trial bench, the supreme judge has taken his seat. Funina also arrived at the venue, and even the spectators came.

"I announce that the trial of the 'Serial Missing Girls Case' will begin immediately. Mr. Dadalia, do you accept the testimony of the murderer of the 'Serial Missing Girls Case'?"

"To be honest, I don't understand your complicated trial procedures and why you insist on assigning me an inexplicable charge."

……

——Fontaine, ocean——

Mo Bei found the last entrance again. This time, he caught someone red-handed.

Marcelle still tried to cover it up, but Mo Bei was not a reasonable person now. And today, he happened to be wearing the "Smiling Devil" mask.

The security mechanism is activated.

However, Mo Bei did not give them a chance to move. After the tentacles rose from the ground, they shot it down, then split into small branches and strangled all the robots. Eventually, all the pieces are nibbled away.

"Iron lump, average taste." He dodged behind Marcelle, raised his leg and threw a side kick.

Marcelle was kicked to the ground before he could turn around. The attack already made his head buzz.

Mo Bei conveniently packed the materials on the table and the diluted original embryonic sea water.

Inadvertently, he saw this sentence:

"Why, why can't I be dissolved together and accompany her...!"

Mo Bei found it interesting: "You actually hope that you will be dissolved? Unfortunately, the water of the original fetal sea can only work on the Fontaine people. But I do have a way to dissolve you."

After finishing his words, Marcelle raised his hand "consciously"——

Suddenly, I felt a heart-wrenching pain in my fingers, and my nerve endings were so stimulated that they were almost on the verge of collapse.

The fingers are melting, and the tips reveal eerie white bones. The liquid melting blood, skin and flesh flows and mixes, but this demon has no intention of melting the nerves at the same time...

Screams and wails filled the entire space, and Marcelle's throat could only make a vague plea for mercy.

However, Mo Bei was immersed in it.

This is more beautiful than the song of a bird - isn't it?

"Oh, don't worry~ This hasn't happened yet. But your behavior has already affected my companions. Tell me, will you accept the trial of Fontainebleau - or accept the trial of me -"

Marcelle's throat changed in pitch as he roared. The ups and downs of pronunciation can barely make out the word "maple" in Fontaine.

The hand no longer melted, but stopped bleeding with a strange cut. Marcelle was still immersed in pain and his body was twisted.

——Opera Opécle——

Navia's arrival stopped the trial from proceeding. According to Fontaine's rules, Fontainebleau needs to summon the alleged "murderer". but--

"Lord Villette, we can't find Marcelle. His staff said he hasn't been here for a day."

Navia was shocked. Could it be that she had fled in fear of crime?

Now, she can only place her hope on the travelers, hoping that everything will go well.

Suddenly, a silver-haired man wearing a mask broke in. Marcelle was dragged to the ground by his collar.

In full view of everyone, Mo Bei threw the person onto the stage.

The tentacles circled an area on the stage, and when they disappeared again, Marcelle's notes and samples of the original fetal sea water were all present.

"Mr. Judge, I have arrested the real criminal in this case for you. Then I will take away the wrongly accused person."

In the blink of an eye, Mo Bei was already standing beside the young master.

Marcelle cried and admitted the crime, and only asked not to fall into Mo Bei's hands again.

The scene was in chaos, and the audience started talking at once.

Navilette said "Silence" and waited for the venue to quiet down before announcing: "According to Fontaine's regulations, all this still needs to be adjudicated by the Cardinal."

Just at this moment, Sora and his party arrived.

Feeling sorry for not finding any clues, he paused after seeing the current scene. Especially the people around the young master.

The wanderer rushed over desperately.

However, the tentacles blocked the way, and there were security agencies watching around.

The murmurs of the audience covered up his voice calling Mo Bei.

"The result of the cardinal's decision according to the oracle—Dadalia—"

"guilty--"

There was an uproar.

"Wait, follow the instructions of a machine to impose a case from twenty years ago on a nineteen-year-old boy - the so-called trial is simply ridiculous."

"You think we are easy to bully?

……