Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

The Court of Solstice...

The corners of Monica's mouth twitched.

Similar to Fontaine, Zhidong also has a relatively independent law enforcement organization that is directly affiliated with Queen Zhidong, and this organization...is called the Overwatch Council.

Behead first and then play, to carry out God's will.

If Monica remembers correctly, most of the members in this organization are from the Morgan family.

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"Mr. Link, I will consider your appeal during the trial." Navilette nodded slightly, "Then Maurice, according to Fontaine's law, you currently need to serve 87 years in Merlot Petersburg. If you now have If you are dissatisfied, you still have another chance to prove yourself through a duel."

"Duel..." The man's face was pale, with a confused look in his gray eyes.

"Mr. Morris, if you propose a duel, I am willing to be your duel agent." Schiavore took a deep breath.

Everything is going to be messed up... everything is going to be messed up...

If this continues... if Link continues to be allowed to trample the law, everyone will lose confidence in the Fontaine law enforcement officers.

If this continues, Link will become a being above the laws of Fontaine.

He will become a "regent" who ignores the rule of law.

Link raised his lips slightly. He didn't know Xiavoire's fighting ability because they had not fought each other. However, since Clolinde is known as Fontaine's strongest duel agent, this also means that Xiavorei's fighting ability is barely enough. Reach the threshold of the Solstice Executive.

She couldn't be Link's opponent, she was just forcing Link to take action.

Forcing Link to use violence to exercise his final "hegemony".

"Lord Link, I have trained slashing magic to a high level. Let me do it this time." Monica gently stroked the Eye of the Wind Elemental God on her wrist.

"Xiavorei's strength is not limited to the manipulation of elemental power. Her combat effectiveness will be greatly enhanced by the gun."

A cold voice sounded behind Link. The tall woman had silver hair and a blood cross in her eyes, like two hanging men who were righteous to death.

"Fontaine's blunderbuss technology is in a leading position among the Seven Kingdoms. Their guns and the bullets in the guns are all specially made."

"Then dear Ms. Arecino, do you want to be my duel agent when you come here?" The cold and handsome man asked with a smile on his face, a bit of teasing.

"If you want to hire me as a duel agent, I'll charge ten times the market price for the hire fee." The beautiful woman gave Link a cold look.

"Why is it so expensive?"

"Because you used honey and it grossed me out."

Link blinked his deep purple eyes and said, "Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance."

"Stingy miser, haven't you made hundreds of billions?"

"Arecchino, you and Schiavore are both idealists in nature, but the world will not change because of idealistic ideals."

“Idealistic wise people are good at exploring the optimal decision among countless options, but they often ignore the people who implement the decision because they focus on the decision itself.”

"speak English."

"Maurice won't let Schiavole be his duel agent." Link shrugged helplessly.

Can't you talk properly? He is kind to others, but he is cruel to me.

"Last time, Maurice confessed his crime when he was cornered by Schiavore, and this time, he will also use the remaining heat of his life."

"People cannot decide their own birth, but when they have to face death, if they can choose their own way of death, most people will hope that they can die like a hero and die like a martyr."

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"No need, Miss Schiavore."

The ugly-looking man held on to his trembling body and shook his head tremblingly. Morris knew very well that even if Clolinde, Fontaine's strongest duel agent, took action, let alone Schiavole, she would not be able to defeat Link in a duel.

His life has come to an end, and there is only death ahead of him.

Amid waves of cheers, the man slowly walked onto the duel stage at the Opera House Opécle. On the other side of the stage, Veronica, a prop master, had a firm gaze and held Mo tightly. The gun handed over by Nika.

Veronica is not a fool, she understands that she is just a pawn being used, and what befell Morris at this moment is not pure justice, but mixed with all kinds of dark "things" ".

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Does "justice" really exist in this world? What would “justice” look like, if it existed?

Is it justice to kill one person to save ten people? If not, what about killing one person to save a thousand people? Or rather...

If the world can be saved by sacrificing one person, should that person die?

Veronica understood that what she and her brother longed for was not actually a story about "justice" defeating "evil". She just wanted to find a legitimate reason for her revengeful behavior to vent her hatred.

Perhaps, when Maurice's children grow up, they will also send Veronica and Batista to the gallows, but Veronica no longer wants to think about this.

She just wanted to avenge her mother, and she wanted to make her mother's murderer pay the price.

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The really sad thing about this world is not that it is necessary to "sacrifice the few to save the many", but that people have become accustomed to "justice that kills the few" and are indifferent.

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Bang~~

Poof——

After the piercing gunshot, the man fell to the stage.

Blood overflowed from the wound and dyed the gorgeous robe red. Such a camera-like scene gave the audience an inexplicable sense of deja vu.

I believe that in those classic reflections, Fontaine people have witnessed endings like this countless times.

"Justice" finally defeated "evil".

The story of "Two Gunslingers" finally comes to a perfect end at this moment.

After silence, the sound of praise and cheers exploded like spring thunder in the Opéra Opéra Opéra...

Obviously, what the people of Fontaine are passionate about is not "justice" itself, but the pleasure that comes when "evil" is killed.

Perhaps, this is also the fundamental reason why this magnificent building is called the Opicli Opera House instead of the Opicli Tribunal.

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"Link~~ wake up, the sun is shining on your butt!"

A soft and clear female voice sounded in his ears. Link stretched lazily, then turned over and continued to bury his head in the quilt.

"Lady Funina, please let me sleep a little longer on this rare day off."

"It's a day off, a day off. Which day isn't your day off?"

The petite girl wore a thin blue shirt, put her hands on her hips, and looked angrily at Link, who was sleeping on the bed.