Genshin Impact: What? The one we need to save is Fukaros

In fact, compared with the Fontaine people, the Xumi people discriminate against the desert people more severely.

They built a sand-proof wall to separate the desert from the rainforest, creating two completely different worlds.

In addition, the House of the Decrees also prohibited the spread of knowledge in the desert, causing the desert people to remain in a state of barbarism and backwardness.

As the only remaining oasis in the desert is gradually eroded by the dead zone, more and more desert people begin to flee this barren land, and their first choice of escape destination is Fontaine.

At first, the people of Fontaine accepted them with an open and inclusive attitude, and gave them preferential treatment in all aspects that exceeded that of ordinary citizens.

However, these desert people regarded this kindness as a sign of the weak obeying the strong. Not only did they enjoy these special treatments with peace of mind, they also repeatedly trampled on the laws of Fontaine and committed many serious crimes.

Finally, Alecino, unable to bear it any longer, signed an expulsion order, ordering the Western Factory Guards to forcibly expel all the desert people.

Although most of the desert people had been driven out, a few remained in hiding.

At the same time, a steady stream of desert people sneaked into Fontaine, becoming a destabilizing factor in Fontaine society.

Lin Yide withdrew his thoughts, looked at Villette, and said in a deep voice: "I will solve this problem myself."

Villette pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Boss Yide, I suggest you try to avoid using too bloody means when dealing with this matter.

Although the desert people may seem barbaric and backward in some ways, they are human beings after all.”

Lin Yide was speechless when he heard this. He raised his voice and emphasized solemnly: "I am not a bloodthirsty butcher!"

That Villette smiled and did not directly respond to Lin Yide's words, obviously not completely believing his words.

Lin Yide did not explain further.

Because for him, if killing becomes the best way to solve the problem, then he will choose to kill without hesitation.

After the meeting with Navilette, Lin Yide did not return to Funina's bedroom, but set out for his own villa.

After walking for more than half an hour, he finally arrived at the courtyard of the villa.

More than a year has passed quietly, and nothing here seems to have changed.

However, the completely white hair and increasingly hunched back of old Dirk, who was pruning branches in the yard, silently told the passage of time.

"Master, you're back." The moment Old Dirk saw Lin Yide, he immediately put down the tools in his hands and walked up to him excitedly.

Lin Yide nodded, "Yes, Uncle Dirk, I'm back."

Then, Old Dirk began to ask about his recent situation with concern, his words full of warmth and care.

Once people get older, they tend to become verbose, and old Dirk is no exception.

He always repeated what he had just said over and over again, but Lin Yide patiently answered every question.

He understood that the old man's chattering words contained sincere concern and deep love.

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In Xumi, in the god-making workshop deep in the Temple of the Lord, the lights are bright, reflecting a space full of technology and mysterious atmosphere.

In the center of the workshop, a half-finished mechanical body stood tall, like a giant about to wake up.

Surrounding this mechanical body, hundreds of scholars and staff are busy working. Although their expressions reveal fatigue, their eyes are shining with excitement and anticipation.

Not far away, the Great Sage Azar and Dotore stood side by side, gazing at the mechanical body that was still under construction.

"The speed of the construction of the House of the Decrees is really disappointing." Dottore's voice revealed a hint of contempt. "Half a year is about to pass, but the progress is still only halfway."

Hearing Dotore's words, Azar frowned in displeasure and retorted: "The Order has used up all its resources to build this mechanical body.

And you, as an exile, are not qualified to judge the work of the Decree House!"

In the face of Hazard's ridicule, Dottore did not show any anger.

There was no need for him to be angry at someone who would become the material for his experiment.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said calmly: "Great Sage Azar, I just want to remind you that the longer time goes on, the more variables there will be."

Hazard still disdained his words, "I don't need your reminder."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Dotole's words. "That's right. After all, you are a great sage of astrology, and you have an ability to interpret the future far beyond that of ordinary people."

These words completely angered Hazard.

His face flushed red, like an angry beast, completely losing the demeanor of a great sage, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, Exile!"

The reason why Azar was so angry was that the stars at this time had become hazy and completely impossible to interpret, and had lost any value in research.

This made him feel extremely frustrated and anxious, so Dotore's ridicule was like adding fuel to the fire, making it unbearable for him.

Dottore admired Hazard's angry look and felt happy.

He waved his hand and said lightly: "Since the Great Sage Azar hates me so much, I will leave for the time being."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Looking at Dotore's departing back, Hazard snorted coldly.

He secretly swore in his heart that when he created a god, he would completely destroy this exile to relieve his hatred.

After leaving the god-making workshop, Dotore quietly came to a hidden laboratory in the House of the Decree.

The laboratory was dimly lit and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

The ground and the laboratory table were littered with randomly discarded human organs and tissues, which was particularly eye-catching.

In a dark corner, there were several cages, each containing a person.

They all have one thing in common, that is, they are all infected with the terrible demonic scale disease.

Dotore walked to a cage where a middle-aged man was imprisoned, dragged the terrified man out roughly, and then placed him on a cold experimental bed without mercy.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely bloody and disgusting experiment began, and a crazy and twisted smile appeared on Dotore's face.