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

The executives sitting on both sides of the conference table had different expressions.

Columbia in the front row was in a daze, her thoughts drifting to who knows where.

Dotore, who was sitting opposite her, had a gloomy look on his face and kept fiddling with a reagent bottle filled with black sludge in his hands.

Compared with before, his temperament has changed significantly, becoming cold and eerie, like an evil ghost in human skin.

Puccini and Pantalone at the back had a thoughtful look on their faces, with their brows furrowed, as if they were thinking about something.

Sandoni, on the other hand, sat on the hand of a mechanical puppet, concentrating on drawing on a design, stopping from time to time to stare at the drawing.

Tartaglia in the last row seemed particularly nonchalant. He crossed his legs and sat in a chair without any posture, looking unruly and casual, and he didn't care much about the topic to be discussed.

At this time, Piero stopped what he was doing, and glanced at everyone present with a sharp gaze. Finally, he asked coldly: "What do you think of this invitation?"

His eyes fell directly on Columbia, waiting for her response.

Feeling Piero's sharp gaze, Columbia came back to her senses from her daze.

She was stunned for a moment, then she said coldly: "Give me Mora, I'm going to Aifu Port."

Piero was not interested in her proposal. He turned his head and looked at Dottore. "Doctor, do you have any ideas?"

Dottore smiled coldly, with a hint of amusement in his tone, "If you want, I can plan a grand show for this ceremony to make it more eye-catching."

"Is it just a grand show?" Piero's tone revealed obvious displeasure, "Such a show has no practical significance!"

Dotore's expression became even gloomier. He said in a deep voice, "I need more time to prepare."

Piero ignored him and turned his gaze to Pucciniella. "As the mayor of Winter City, do you have any specific opinions on such an advanced emerging city?"

Puccini replied calmly: "Commander Piero, you should be very aware that the environment in the winter capital is too harsh.

It is already very difficult for the people of Zhidong to survive on this land."

"Is this your reason, Mr. Mayor Puccini?" Piero's words were filled with a hint of accusation.

Puccini lowered his head slightly and said, "I accept your accusation. Dongdu has not been able to develop further. As the mayor, I should indeed take this responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Piero did not accuse them further. He continued, "On that barren desert coast, a modern port city was built in less than three months.

And he himself is about to become..."

Having said that, Piero took a deep breath and tried to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He had never been so out of control.

The reason for this is that Lin Yide’s great achievements are so shocking.

In comparison, his efforts over the past five hundred years seemed like a joke.

Even Piero, who had a will as strong as steel, couldn't help but waver at this moment.

At this time, Columbia suddenly broke the silence, "Commander Piero, Ide is not our enemy."

Pantalone, who had always been at odds with her, unexpectedly agreed: "I agree with Columbia's point of view."

Tartaglia, who was sitting in the back row, interrupted nonchalantly: “I think this meeting is meaningless.

Instead of wasting time here, I might as well go fight that guy Ide.

If he wins, we fools will make peace with him, how about that? "

As soon as he finished speaking, Dotore ruthlessly mocked him: "Dartalia, there should be a limit to your ignorance!

To him now, you are not even a small fish."

"Hey, hey, hey, you look down on me. I have already mastered the Demon King's Armament, and my strength is far superior to what it used to be." Tartaglia said confidently.

Dottore snorted contemptuously, unwilling to argue with the simple-minded Tartaglia.

Piero looked at Tartaglia and said calmly: "Tartaria, you are no match for Ide.

Neither is your master.

Perhaps only your master's master can be his rival."

Although Tartaglia was still a little unconvinced, he did not refute it.

Finally, after weighing the pros and cons, Piero made a decision, "In the near future, Zhidong will focus on improving the relationship with Fontaine. And this time, Columbia will attend the ceremony as a representative."

Hearing this, Columbia asked anxiously, "Will there be funding?

It would be unreasonable to go to the ceremony without bringing some gifts!

Just give me a few hundred million Mora."

Pantalone, the president of Northland Bank, chose to give up directly this time, "Northland Bank can't afford even a single cent now.

If you really want it, go grab it!"

Columbia was greatly disappointed when she heard this.

She couldn't really rob the Northland Bank!

At this time, Piero said lightly: "I have prepared a gift, I believe Ide will like it."

Columbia asked curiously, "What gift?"

Piero's mouth curled up into a cruel smile, and he slowly said: "Although Ide cleaned out the entire Fontaine nobles in the massacre on that rainy night, there were still many remnants of the nobles who were lucky enough to escape and fled to the winter.

They have been secretly plotting to overthrow the entire Fontaine over the years and have been actively contacting the Fatui.

Giving them to Ede is the most appropriate thing to do.”

Puccini hesitated for a moment, then said, "But if we do this, I'm afraid no one will be willing to join us, the Fatui."

Piero sneered: "They are just a bunch of insects. Do the Fatui need their support?"

He paused, glanced at everyone present again, and reiterated in a firm tone: "I repeat, our most important task at present is to retrieve the Heart of God.

If this mission fails, I guarantee that no one here can afford the heavy price of failure."

After saying this, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the conference table, making a heart-shaking sound.

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