Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

What Yeats didn't know, however, was that...

Once again, I became a true prophet.

Just as she was controlling the character towards the mission point, a conspiracy against Claude was brewing in a high-end apartment.

The guy who was previously called "Fat Winter Melon" by Paimon was squinting at the contents of the letter in his hand, and an inexplicable look flashed in his green bean-sized eyes.

"So... what do you want to do? Do you want me to help you? Or..."

"You want to use me as an excuse to whip Claude? But he has no conflict of interest with you, right?"

"As I recall... the Noklan family doesn't seem to have the habit of running a theater troupe?"

"Fat Winter Melon" put the documents in his hand on the table and looked deeply at the man sitting opposite him, as if he was a little...hesitant about his suggestion.

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sneered and continued:

"Dear Mr. Nelson, you don't think...this behavior is directed at Claude?"

"If you think so... you are very wrong."

Nelson frowned slightly when he heard this, a look of impatience appeared on his face, and then he said:

"Mr. Kelsa Noklan, if you have to say a bunch of plausible riddles to cooperate with others... then why bother looking for someone to cooperate with?"

"I know that your Noklan family still has some power even now, but...if you want to cooperate, please adjust your attitude."

"If it's full of riddles, even if things fail...it's not my fault, Nelson."

Nelson crossed his arms across his chest and put on a proud attitude, as if he was a true aristocrat at this moment.

But it is true that compared to the Noklan family who sold their mansion and property to seek a ray of hope...

In terms of whether his life was comfortable or not, he was indeed more like a nobleman than any other member of the current Noklan family.

Whether it is asset disposal or the sale of ancestral home...even if you peel off the words in these contents, you can't see the word "comfort".

Looking at the arrogant Nelson in front of him, Kelsa shook his head slightly and said:

"Well, Mr. Nelson, I want to tell you straight away that the family actually wants to carve out a path in this cultural market that it has never explored before."

"And now... the cultural market has entered a new stage. Other nobles are rushing to enter this industry, and we naturally cannot fall behind."

"As for why they chose Claude as their target...isn't it because the scripts he has in his hands are not conducive to the long-term development of this industry?"

At this point, Kelsa raised a smile, as if he had already grasped Nelson's weak spot.

"Besides... getting rid of Claude... wouldn't it be a better thing for a playwright like you?"

Hearing this, Nelson lowered his head slightly, and an indescribable look flashed across his pea-sized eyes, as if he was really considering Kelsa's proposal.

For a so-called "playwright" like him who can only rehash old stuff, he has no chance of winning against Claude who has already received support and appreciation.

But he was not convinced.

Why did he just give up? He could have made money peacefully by rehashing old stories, but why did this Claude come out to mess things up?

How is he inferior to him?

Thinking of this, Nelson felt an inexplicable anger surge in his heart. He had already made a decision in his heart.

If he doesn't take action now... once Claude truly gets support from the Momang Palace, he will have no chance at all.

The money he has now is not enough for him to live the rest of his life in peace. If he wants to survive, there is only one solution.

——Fight with Claude.

If he wins the bet, he can continue to live safely on the water;

He lost the bet... maybe he could still find a glimmer of hope in Melo Petersburg with his own strength.

That place is not under the direct jurisdiction of Mo Mang Palace, so even if Chang Ming wanted to take action against him... it would be impossible.

Thinking of this, Nelson raised his head slightly, looked at the man in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"make a deal."

When Kelsa heard this, he smiled softly, then threw a check from Northland Bank on the table and left without looking back.

"Wait for my news, Mr. Nelson."

After that, he closed the door and left the apartment completely.

"idiot."

Kelsa uttered these two words softly, and then walked towards the current residence of the Noklan family with ease.

Nothing he said... was true.

......

The rat people in the gutter are always rat people. Even when they discuss cooperation, they can only plot their dark plans in dark corners.

Compared with the lives of these rat people in the sewers, Chang Ming and Funina's lives are simply too leisurely.

After getting off work at Momang Palace, Chang Ming immediately took Funina back to their warm little home.

As soon as she entered the house, Funina leaned on the sofa tiredly, took a few breaths, and said in a somewhat annoyed tone:

"Why did you just write down how we met? I feel so embarrassed..."

Hearing this, Chang Ming smiled gently, then leaned over and rubbed Funina's little face, and said softly:

"Because this is how the story begins, my dear Lady Funina."

"People who appear in the first act of an opera usually play a very important role in the whole opera, right?"

Feeling the warmth on her face, Fu Nina did not stop Chang Ming from rubbing his face endlessly, but said quite naturally:

"Okay, okay~ Who told you to be the regent~"

As Fu Nina spoke, she reached out and rubbed Chang Ming's face, then continued:

"But if I tell the story from the moment we met... wouldn't it be a bit too long?"

"I have reduced Claude's workload as much as possible. Don't worry~ As a professional playwright, he knows what to do~"