"I heard that you are the executive officer of the Fatui?"

Several interrogators from the Qianyan Army sat side by side in front of Tartaglia, looking at him with suspicion.

Tartaglia didn't care at all: "It doesn't matter. You don't have to care about my identity. You just need to enforce the law impartially. After all, I am upright and I am not afraid of your investigation."

"Please correct your attitude!" The Thousand Rocks Army shouted at Tartaglia.

"First of all, we cannot believe your one-sided words. Secondly, if you are really the executive officer of the Fatui, then this matter is not our responsibility."

"The Fatui's executive officer broke the law in Liyue. This involves diplomatic issues, so it must be handed over to higher-level people to handle, which will be more troublesome for you. So I suggest you stop talking nonsense and tell the truth."

Tartaglia refuted seriously: "What are you talking about? I have the confidence and strength. I don't need to lie to cover up anything. Even if you ask me a hundred times, my identity cannot be faked."

Seeing that Tartaglia was so confident, several Thousand Rock soldiers gathered together to discuss.

"He said it so confidently that it seemed to be true."

"We can't just make a decision so easily. Let's investigate his file first and leave two people to continue questioning him. We'll make a decision after we have investigated everything."

"If he is indeed the executive officer of the Fatui, we must immediately report to Liyue Harbor and inform the leaders of the Liyue Seven Stars, and let them make the final decision."

"Now the two groups have different opinions, but no one denies that there was a fight."

"Regarding this matter, we can only wait for news from Young Master Ye Luo and Mr. Zhongli. They are very sure to find useful clues. By then, the whole thing may have to be started over again."

Just as they were discussing animatedly, a neatly dressed, high-spirited, bearded middle-aged man walked in, smoking a pipe and wearing a warlord's coat.

When all the Qianyan soldiers saw him, they seemed to be in awe and stood still and bowed in unison.

"Hello, Judge!"

The middle-aged man called the presiding judge slowly opened his tired eyes, stroked his bearded face, and blew out a smoke ring.

"what happened?"

"A fight broke out at Yingchun Inn!"

"Is it true? Have you asked clearly?"

"Gathering a crowd to fight is a fact, and everyone has confessed to it. The only problem now is that both sides have their own testimony and each has their own story."

"The Yingchun Inn pointed out that Dardalia ate a free meal and injured someone, which was extremely bad."

"Daddalia pointed out that Yingchun Inn had sky-high prices for dishes and forced sales, and that they were acting in self-defense."

The presiding judge snorted coldly: "Oh? This is interesting, it is totally unheard of."

"Where is that Tartaglia?"

"It's in this room." Qian Yanjun led the presiding judge and took him into the interrogation room.

Tartaglia was leaning back in his chair bored. He looked quite calm. Even though he felt that he was being wronged, he remained composed.

"Are you Tartaglia?" the presiding judge asked in a dull voice.

Tartaglia replied, "Yes, I am."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Fa Xiao, and I am the chief judge of the Liyue Yujingtai office in Chenyugu. All cases will eventually go through my investigation."

Tartaglia smiled generously and said, "My apologies, Mr. Judge. I just dealt with their chief judge in Fontaine. He looks younger than you, but he is older than you."

"Mr. Tartaglia, I'm not here to chat with you."

"Excuse me, please go ahead."

Faxiao put down his pipe, wiped it gently with the corner of his clothes, drooped his eyelids, and looked sleepy.

"Tell me about it. Retell it to me in the simplest and most understandable way."

Seeing Faxiao's dejected look, Tartaglia couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Your Honor, you don't look like you got a good rest."

"No need to try to get close to me. I will do my job impartially."

"That's better." Dadalia thought for a moment and said, "The Yingchun Inn is a black shop. They force people to buy and sell overpriced dishes. I wanted to report it but was stopped. They injured people and I fought back. That's it. I was convicted of gang fighting."

Tartaglia spoke very clearly, and Faxiao heard it very clearly, but he just sat in front of Tartaglia with his head drooped, looking like he was still sleepy.

"Mr. Judge?" Tartaglia frowned.

Fa Xiao hummed softly: "I heard that you called yourself the executive officer of the Fatui."

Tartaglia said: "This is not a shameful thing. The executive officer of the Fatui is just a diplomat in Liyue."

"Ha! Interesting..."

Faxiao said nothing more, stood up and was about to leave.

The Qianyan soldiers asked, "Judge, do you want to go over there to interrogate them?"

Fa Xiao replied without hesitation: "No need, those people in Yingchun Inn will be released without charge, and this lunatic will be put in jail and sentenced at a later date."

"What?" The Qianyan Army was all surprised, and one of them asked directly: "Judge, but you..."

"What? I'm speaking Liyue dialect, right? Don't you understand?"

"No, it's just..."

Tartaglia slammed the table and stood up: "Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? I'm not a fool. You haven't even interrogated the other party yet. How dare you jump to conclusions!"

Tartaglia said indignantly: "Even your own men don't understand!"

Faxiao turned around and glanced at Tartaglia with disdain: "In this place, my rules are the rules. I don't care what you think, I care what I think!"

"You're crazy!" Tartaglia wanted to jump directly on his face and give him a big dick.

He originally thought that after experiencing the injustice in Fontaine, his psychological endurance would become very strong. But now it seems that he is still a young man full of vigor and cannot endure anything.

"No matter who you are, I advise you to behave yourself. If you dare to act wildly in my territory, even if you are the Rock King, I will make sure you don't suffer any consequences."

Tartaglia crossed his arms and glared angrily: "What an arrogant face you have. I thought you were the Rock King!"

"If I really bring out the Rock King, you'll be scared to death!"

"Not to mention that the Rock King Emperor has been assassinated, even if he were here, I would dare to say this. Do you think I'm the same as those people who curry favor with the powerful? What I'm least afraid of are those so-called upper-class people!"

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