Genshin Impact: Quietly Investing for Six Thousand Years

Fukalos walked over gracefully, her steps light and confident, followed closely by Villette.

They came to Chen Mo together and bowed respectfully.

"Chen Mo, thank you very much for everything you have done for Fontaine." Fucaros said in a sincere tone, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

When Egolia came to her before, she had already told her about Chen Mo. She also learned about Chen Mo's plan and couldn't help but admire his courage.

When facing the cardinal's judgment, she did not expect that Chen Mo would rush up to save her so recklessly.

Chen Mo smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome, I'm just paying off some debts."

Talking about debt, Chen Mo couldn't help but look at the pretty and cold lady beside him who was holding Da Lei, and said with a hint of joking tone: "You still owe me a lot of debt."

Hearing this, the lady snorted coldly, shook her long golden hair vigorously, then turned and left resolutely, leaving behind a proud back.

The moment she turned around, Chen Mo noticed the smug curve at the corner of her mouth.

The corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily. Are all the people who owe debts so arrogant nowadays?

Is there no king's law, no laws, no morality?

Fukaros shook his head. "The debt has been paid off since you resurrected the Lord of Water."

She looked up at Egolia and found that her Lord Water God was looking at Chen Mo with his beautiful eyes without blinking, with a faint smile on his lips...

Navilette walked forward slowly, his steps seemed a little heavy, but full of determination and respect.

He stood in front of Chen Mo, lowered his head slightly, and said with a hint of nervousness in his voice: "Your Majesty, I..."

However, Chen Mo interrupted him, smiled, gently patted Villette's shoulder, and said in a kind but firm tone: "You don't need to do anything special. Managing Fontaine is your most important responsibility now."

His eyes revealed his trust and expectations for Villette.

"The banner of the new era will eventually be handed over to you young people." Chen Mo continued, his words like a spring breeze blowing past Villette's ears.

Navellette deeply felt that he was at a historical node, and he would take over the banner of his predecessors and lead the way for the future.

At this moment, Villette's eyes became unusually firm.

At this time, the people of Fontaine also flocked to the Opiclay Opera House and heard what Chen Mo said to Villette.

Their eyes lingered on the three water gods, finally stopping on Finina.

"Lady Funina, are you really leaving?" The people of Fontaine had reluctance on their faces, and their voices were full of nostalgia and regret.

They knew that Finina was a fake water god, and after the prophecy ended, this water god who had brought them countless beautiful things would eventually step down from the throne.

It is even possible to face the laws of Fontaine.

But the shocking scene just now is still vivid in their minds and is deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The figure who roared with his head raised, carried the banner with his frail body and fought against the prophecy to the end, seemed to have become an eternal picture.

"The prophecy has ended, and as an actor, it's time for me to step down." Finina lowered her eyes and her voice trembled slightly.

Her expression was filled with an indescribable complex emotion that made people feel pity for her.

The people seemed to want to say something, but at this moment, Villette took a step forward and said, "Ms. Funina plays the role of the water god for a reason..."

He glanced at the crowd and continued, "Therefore, after a retrial, it is found that Ms. Funina is...not guilty."

"Also, Ms. Funina can continue to stay in Momang Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of warm cheers at the scene.

The people of Fontaine were ecstatic and extremely excited about the new verdict.

However, Furninda showed a look of surprise, her beautiful eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.

But soon, she smiled and shook her head gently, saying, "No, since I have left the stage, compared to continuing to play the role of the water god, now Funina would rather be able to be her true self."

Her tone was firm and persistent, revealing an unshakable determination.

After saying that, Funina looked at Chen Mo and smiled, "Funina, it's time to pursue your own life."

Chen Mo smiled and took out the mask with a strange smile, handed it to her, and said: "I will give you a new mask, and I wish you a new life."

Funina made a bitter face and said, "This mask is so ugly, is there a better-looking one?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, picked up the mask and tapped it on her head, "You still picked it?"

"Woo~" Finina covered her head and made a slight humming sound through her nose.

Chen Mo said, "I think we should send you to the Hearth House and let Alecino teach you well."

"Woo, I don't want to see mushroom eyes."

When she heard the word "servant", Furninna immediately remembered the fear that the man in black had dominated that night.

Alechino pondered, it seems that Fernina still has a misunderstanding about me, how can I resolve this misunderstanding?

I heard that Fanina likes to eat small cakes very much, so you can ask the children of Hearth House to send them to her.

At this time, Marcelle staggered over, her face as pale as paper, her lips trembling slightly, she opened her mouth bitterly, and looked at Chen Mo with confused and sad eyes.

"I have completed all the tasks as you requested... Now, can you let me see her?" Marcelle's voice was low and hoarse, as if it contained endless pain and sorrow.

Chen Mo looked at Marcelle quietly, with a faint smile on his lips, but that smile seemed particularly cold and ruthless.

"You should understand that everything in the world is constantly changing. Even the purest water, once it flows into the sea, will be contaminated by pollution and become strange and no longer familiar."

Chen Mo's words were calm and steady, but the implicit meaning in them made Marcelle feel a chill running through her bones.

Marcelle gritted her teeth and said firmly: "But she is the one I love deeply! No matter what she becomes, even if she becomes a stranger, I am still willing to see her again."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he nodded slowly and said, "Since you are so persistent, I can't stop you by force. After all, we have a contract between us."

"Then Villette, remember to reserve a bed in Melo Petersburg."

After that, Chen Mo turned around and led Marcelle to the Lujing Spring.

He moved his fingers slightly, and a mysterious power suddenly emerged, guiding Marcelle's consciousness into the spring water.

In an instant, the scene before Marcelle's eyes changed drastically.

He saw countless girls killed by Vash. Their wronged souls were floating in the air, full of resentment and hatred.

They long for revenge and want to tell their experiences and misfortunes.

Marcelle took an involuntary step back, an expression of extreme fear on her face.

His body was shaking continuously, as if he was shrouded in an invisible fear.

Suddenly, with a "thump", Marcelle's legs went limp and she sat heavily on the ground.

His face turned as pale as paper, without a single color of blood, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were wide open, and he cried out in extreme fear: “Ahhhhhhh——”

The cry echoed in the air, full of despair and helplessness.

Marcelle's mind seemed unable to bear such a shock and she was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Mo folded his arms, standing quietly on the side like a sculpture, staring calmly ahead.

He waited patiently, as if observing a carefully choreographed drama.

As time passed, Marcelle's spirit gradually approached the brink of collapse and finally reached her limit.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, as if he had expected this. He waved his arm casually, and like a magic trick, he instantly cut off the connection with Marcelle.

In an instant, Marcelle was awakened from a dream and was abruptly pulled back to reality from the illusory world.

However, this is not the end of the story. The ghosts that once haunted Marcelle have not disappeared, they will follow him everywhere and become a nightmare that he cannot get rid of.

No matter where he goes, these evil spirits will follow him like ghosts, constantly reminding him of his past sins.

Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

Marcelle will spend the rest of her life in endless torment, with every day and night shrouded in fear and regret.