Original God's Dark Priest

Soon, two days passed. During these two days, under the deliberate guidance of the people arranged by Shafei, Ying and Navia finally discovered that something was wrong with Marcelle.

Then Miles stepped forward and provided the two with a map, on which was marked the location of the Marcelles workshop.

Ying immediately went to investigate.

She jumped into the sea with little Paimon and began to dive. When she came to the outside of the workshop, she met someone unexpected.

Isote and a group of people gathered outside the workshop, waiting for something.

Seeing this, Ying came closer and asked, "What are you doing?"

When Isote saw that it was Ying, he bowed slightly to her and said, "Miss Ying, we are waiting for the opportunity to enter."

"Timing to enter?" Ying was confused and didn't understand what this meant.

Seeing that she didn’t understand, Isot explained, “According to the plan, there are two trials at the Opikle Opera House today, one is the trial of the Young Master, and the other is the trial of Marcelle.

But Marcelle is a man of deep scheming. In order to ensure that the evidence here is not destroyed, we need to wait until he enters the opera house and completely loses contact with the outside world before we can go in."

"Oh, I understand. It's to prevent him from remotely controlling bombs or something like that, right?" Little Paimon nodded immediately.

Isote nodded slightly: "That's about it. Lord Dark Priest considered that there might be a self-destruct device here, so he asked us to wait here for a while."

Since Yisuo Te had said so, Ying naturally didn't say much, and she also waited here.

Bored, Yingchao Yisoute said, "Speaking of which, the young master is going to be tried. What is the charge?"

"The murderer behind the serial disappearances of young girls." Isoter said expressionlessly.

"Ahem..." Ying choked on her own saliva, "Isn't this Marcelle's crime?"

Isothe shrugged. "Fontaine's style has always been this erratic. They probably just want to judge an executive officer and don't care what the charges are."

"Saphir didn't say anything either?" Ying frowned. She knew very well that the young master was wronged.

Isothe shook his head: "Lady Anmu has been in a semi-disconnected state recently. She is the only one who contacts us. We can't contact her at all."

Upon hearing this, Ying took out the Dongtian Pass and tried to contact Safir, but it was obvious that the Dongtian Pass could not get through. The communication request he made fell into oblivion and there was no response.

Frustrated, Ying put away the Dongtian Pass and sighed, "I really don't know what she is doing."

Isote looked at the opened door quietly and said, "Miss Ying, after you get the evidence, please rush to the Opikle Opera House as soon as possible. That is the battlefield you should go to."

"I understand." Ying immediately perked up. There was no time to hesitate. She had to firmly complete the task at hand, even for Navia.

At the Opiclay Opera House, Villette sat in the judge's seat, looking down at everyone below: "Silence!"

The opera house, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly became quiet.

Navelette looked directly at Tartaglia below: “It seems I need to repeat my question again, Mr. Tartaglia.

Do you accept the charge of being the murderer of the serial disappearance of young girls? "

In the dock, Tartaglia put his hands on his hips and looked directly at Navelette, who was standing high up: "To be honest, I don't understand your complicated trial procedures, and why you insist on accusing me of such a ridiculous crime.

But I heard that the accused can choose to prove his innocence by duel, right? "

He turned his gaze in the direction of Fernina. Beside Fernina, Clorinde stood quietly with a sullen face, like a guard.

"So for me, as long as I accept this charge, I can fight the duel agent Clorinde without reservation, right?" Tartaglia seemed to have discovered a new world. "This is really a proposal that is hard to refuse."

He had been trying to challenge Clorinde these past few days, but the opponent had not used her full strength, which made him a little disappointed. Today he finally got this opportunity and decided to make good use of it.

As for being caught if he couldn't win? The invincible Mr. Tartaglia had never considered this issue.

So much time has passed, and Tartaglia, who is getting stronger every day, feels that he is now so powerful that even Saphir may not be able to beat him.

Before challenging the girl, Tartaglia decided to practice on Clorinde first: "Last time I fought her in private, she obviously held back. It was really not fun."

Facing Tartaglia's arrogant remarks, Funina could no longer sit still: "Hey! Get it straight, you are a suspect in a crime! This is not a place for you to pick a fight."

Lord Water God felt it necessary to maintain order in the court, and one Fatui executor who did not take the trial seriously was enough.

Tartaglia showed an interested expression when he heard this: "Oh? It sounds like the Water God wants to tell me something about the opera house...

How about a try? I'm better at learning through the heat of battle."

The intention of his words was very clear. He was going to challenge the gods. Before this, the only time he had close contact with gods was in Liyue. At that time, he was tricked by Saphir and the Rock King, and was defeated magnificently by Ying.

This is an eternal pain in Tartaglia's heart. Now that Fontaine has come, he doesn't mind getting back at Furninna, who is also a god.

After understanding what Tartaglia meant, Furnin immediately said, "Ah? No... No! That's not what I meant..."

Saphir curled up in her arms and felt the sudden tightening force. Saphir leaned his head out slightly and glanced at Tartaglia below. This guy's reaction was as expected. Faced with the accusation, the first thing he thought of was not how to get rid of the crime, but to seek a battle with the duel agent.

For a battle maniac, this is a normal operation.

But for Funina, this was a headache.

Villette also had a headache. Saphir only said that Tartaglia had a bad brain and it would be fine if he could beat him, but this was obviously not in line with the trial process. He couldn't just catch him, beat him up and send him directly to Melo Petersburg. This was no different from forcing a confession under torture.

"Alas, it seems that our communication is a bit difficult and the progress is not smooth." That Villette sighed slightly, "Let me explain again, the purpose of this trial is to find the murderer of the serial disappearance of girls..."

He was still talking when Marcelle suddenly stood up and was about to leave the stage as if she had noticed something.

It turned out that as soon as the trial started here, Isot and others went directly into Marcelle's base camp and began looking for evidence.

Although Saphir has confirmed that Marcelle is the murderer, solid evidence is still needed to prove it, and Sote and his gang are there to collect evidence.

The collected evidence needs to be handed over to Ying, who will bring it to the opera house as quickly as possible to conduct the final trial on Marcelle.

Marcelle was the first to notice that the base camp had been invaded, and he decided immediately to rush back.

Just as he was about to stand up, someone stood in front of him. It was Ada.

"Mr. Marcelle, where are you going in such a hurry?" Ada's voice was very soft and no emotion could be heard.

Marcelle looked at the woman who suddenly blocked his way and felt something was wrong. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a trap.

In the judge's seat, Villette also noticed this scene. He said, "It seems that someone in the audience can't wait any longer."

"Your Excellency the Chief Judge, the laws of Fontaine do not stipulate that the audience must watch the entire trial before leaving, right?" Marcelle turned her head and asked when she realized that she could not break through Ada's obstruction.

The rest of the audience began to whisper, wondering what was going on.

Villette sneered in his heart, but did not show it on his face: "The laws of Fontaine do not stipulate that you cannot leave your seat, but the premise is that you are in the audience seats."

"What do you mean? Isn't this the audience seat?" Marcelle was confused.

This morning he saw an article in the Steambird newspaper, which roughly meant that the culprit behind the serial disappearances of young girls had been identified and would be tried at the opera house today. From now on, the serial disappearances of young girls would become history.

The report also revealed that the person who will be tried today is an executive officer of the Fatui.

When Marcelle saw the report, the first thing that came to her mind was that the person behind Linnie had been convicted.

After confirming what she thought, Marcelle decided to go to the opera house to see this historic scene.

Alechino was the scapegoat he had carefully selected. He met all the requirements of being the real culprit in the serial disappearance of girls case, and his identity was special.

No one would think that Fontaine would really imprison an executive of the Fatui in Melo Petersburg. At most, he would be expelled from the country.

This was the perfect outcome for Marcelle, because in this way, no matter what happened in the future, people would think that it was done by the Fatui executive who was still at large, and no one would find it suspicious.

Marcelle no longer had to worry about his secret being exposed. This was something worth celebrating, and that was why he came to the opera house to witness his victory.

But the current situation... seems to be different from what he imagined. First of all, the person being tried on the stage is not the person behind Linny, but another Fatui executive who appeared out of nowhere.

That person looked to be less than 20 years old, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was definitely not the real mastermind behind the incident.

Then, as soon as the trial began, he received an alarm that the Les factory had suffered an unknown invasion.

Marcelle's scalp tingled for a moment, and thoughts rose up in her mind uncontrollably: Could this really be a trap?

It wasn't until Villette's next words landed that his heart finally died: "There were originally two trials today. Since Mr. Marcelle is in a hurry, let's start with the second trial first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Navia walked out of the audience and stepped onto the plaintiff's seat step by step.

Marcelle's heart sank as she watched Navia step into that position.

"I want to accuse Marcelle, the president of the Cabriere Chamber of Commerce!" Navia's voice resounded throughout the Opikle Opera House. Miles and Silver stood behind her, also looking at Marcelle, who was in a panic in the audience.

Tartaglia was a little confused watching this farce: "What is going on? Didn't they say they were going to judge me?"

"Since Mr. Marcelle needs to leave early due to some personal matters, the second trial originally scheduled will be advanced. Mr. Marcelle, please go to the defendant's seat, and Mr. Tadalia, please take a seat in the audience. Your trial will be postponed for the time being." Navillatte announced.

Tartaglia shrugged. He didn't care. As long as there was a fight, it was fine.

Marcelle was brought to the dock in confusion. Looking at Navia who was standing ready for battle opposite him, his mind was filled with confusion as to why the situation had taken such a sudden turn for the worse.

The audience below the stage began to whisper.

"Eh? What Chamber of Commerce? I've never heard of it."

"I know, I know, but... isn't that a brother organization of the Thorn Rose Society?"

"Ohh ...

Looking at the agitated audience below the stage, Safire frowned slightly. Although she had long known that most people in Fontaine were a little abnormal, she found it outrageous that people still had a bystander mentality in such an occasion.

On the stage, Navillatte routinely asked: "Let me reiterate to you, Ms. Navilla, accusations are very serious acts, which means you need to bear the corresponding responsibilities.

If the charges are ultimately not proven, you will be held responsible for false accusations, depending on the circumstances. Even so, will you press charges?"

Elet was just asking these questions as a matter of routine. He knew very well that the reason why Navia accused Marcelle was just to clear Cares of the wrongs.

This is an opportunity for Navia. If Navia cannot refute Marcelle and make him plead guilty in this trial, then Marcelle will be attacked and killed by Saphir.

Safir would not go to court with him. She would just appear in his room on a dark and windy night and stab a dagger into his heart.

Villette felt that, even if it was just to maintain the rule of law and public order in Fontaine, he had to let Navia win the trial. Otherwise, some wanton guy would trample on the law again.

Navia nodded firmly in response to Villette's statement: "Yes!"

That Villette nodded slightly: "Then I declare that the charges are established."

He looked at Marcelle, who was already standing in the dock: "Mr. Marcelle, you don't need an attorney, right?"

"Ah... I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly and I haven't figured out what's going on yet." Marcelle looked terrified, as if she really had no idea how she was put here in such a daze.

His appearance was very deceptive, he wore a pair of glasses and had gray hair, and he looked like an old gentleman. "I don't think it's necessary. Navia must have misunderstood something."

"Okay, Ms. Navia, are all your agents present? If they are, the trial can begin." Villette asked Navia again.

Navia shook her head slightly. "My agents, Traveler Ying and Paimon, are on their way and will be here soon. Your Excellency the Supreme Inquisitor, can I put forward my opinion first? I think this does not violate the procedure."

"Okay, please make your case, the prosecution." Villette was not a rigid person, and with a slight nod, he began the trial of Marcelle.