Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

"How is that possible! This, there must be something wrong with this!! Then Villette, you can't do this!!"

In the magnificent Momang Palace, the petite figure opened his arms and stopped in front of the mature man.

"Lady Funina, it is an ironclad fact that Link killed someone in public. Dozens of discipline officials present in Xumi saw this scene as witnesses." Navilette stated indifferently as he submitted the submission to the Shadow Palace. Information coming up.

"Furthermore, Link himself admitted his crime and was willing to obey the law."

"Impossible!! Impossible!" Funina stubbornly stood in front of Villette, her clear and beautiful eyes anxious and at a loss. "Link is a good person! He, he can't do anything on purpose. There must be a misunderstanding about murder! Even if he wanted to kill, he would definitely kill bad people!"

"Lady Funina, please respect the laws of Fontaine. If Link is innocent, the referee machine will naturally make a judgment of innocence."

"Then I apply to defend Link! Villette, give me some time! I will definitely return Link's innocence!!"

"But Lady Funina, Link has given up the right to defend himself and is willing to accept the trial of the referee machine. Sacrificing procedural justice is tantamount to ignoring the law. If a precedent is set for Link, the cost of doing so will lead to various consequences. Violence counteracts the viciousness of violence." Navilette said slowly, "Please get out of the way, the trial is about to begin, and I must go to the Opéra Opéra as soon as possible."

"No!!"

Seeing that Funina still looked like a child, Villette helplessly picked up the crutch and knocked on the ground.

"Clorind."

"I'm here, Lord Villette." The tall and elegant woman stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Take Lady Funina down."

"Yes." Clolinde nodded slightly, then stretched out her arms and hugged Fonina's waist, hugging her up.

"Clorind!! What are you doing! Let me down quickly!! I am the Water God! I am the Water God! Why do you listen to him! You listen to me!" Funina struggled desperately and stretched out her hand The small fist hit Clolind hard, although it could not cause any harm to Clolind.

"Lady Funina, since you know that you are the god of Fontaine, please fulfill your responsibilities as a god!" Clolinde looked serious and raised her voice.

"Are you going to continue to mess around?"

Funina's petite body stiffened, and she stared blankly at the woman in front of her...

"Nonsense...Nonsense...Clorind...could it be...that in your eyes...I have always been fooling around..."

Clolind lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Lady Funina, I said too much. I apologize to you."

Clolind also didn't understand why she became extremely irritable in the past few days after learning about Link's torture.

Her delicate little face became paler, and there was an unbearable sourness at the tip of her nose. Funina clenched her little hands, and although she tried her best not to cry, her tears kept falling.

"You... you know... you know how to bully me... if... if it were Link... he would definitely not say that..."

Choking cries were uncontrollable from her delicate throat. Funina pushed Clolind away hard, opened her legs, ran into her bedroom, and then locked the bedroom door with a bang.

The incompetent god buried his head in the quilt and cried helplessly. The almost cathartic sadness was like a stream, endlessly flowing into the ruthless deep sea...

I'm sorry... Link... I'm sorry...

sorry………

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"So, Mr. Link, are you sure you will give up all defenses and choose to let the referee machine judge whether you are guilty or not?"

The man's majestic voice echoed in the spacious space. Different from the noise in the past, this time the Opécle Opera House was exceptionally calm.

Yesterday morning, Charlotte, the chief reporter of Steam Bird Newspaper, had compiled a report on the use of cruise ships by Venado and his followers to carry out slave trade and human trafficking, and published it on the front page of Steam Bird Newspaper.

Well-known writer Ms. Ellie Font also made an apology statement and, as a fellow passenger, vouched for the authenticity of Charlotte's report.

Miss Annabelle, the head of the Seberis family, also held a press conference as soon as possible to express her support for Link.

Public opinion in the media quickly fermented, and everyone knew the truth of the case, but there was nothing anyone could do.

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This is the best of times, this is the worst of times.

This is a fantasyland where laws are supreme, and this is a quagmire of entertainment to death.

Either out of shame or sadness, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads.

Although the man was standing in the dock of the trial, his upright posture was like an emperor receiving worship from all people.

Link slowly raised his head and looked up at the supreme judge. Once upon a time, he also looked up to the supreme throne at the top of winter.

Is Link a righteous man?

Of course he is not, he is just an extreme hypocrite who has taken hypocrisy to the extreme.

Link never thought that he would become a good person, because in this society, good people are always in an extremely weak position.

Not only do they have to guard against being framed and framed by bad people, they also have to withstand accusations and accusations from other "good people".

Good people are undoubtedly pathetic, thankless, stupid, and self-defeating...

But what’s interesting is that as an ultimate hypocrite, Link is also walking step by step towards the cliff that only good people would fall off.

Link couldn't help but sigh, was he getting too involved in the drama?

So...do you regret it?

Of course not, when Link took the first step, he was mentally prepared.

Whether it is the cold eyes of others, or unfair treatment, whether it is the ridicule of the despicable, or the judgment of the supreme.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Link was ready for anything.

He has understood since a very early age that there is a truth that is common to both truly good people and extreme hypocrites.

The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.

The corner of the man's mouth raised a chic smile, and he said loudly without regrets,

"I am willing to accept whatever the referee machine decides on me."

The ice is gone in winter, and the grass grows on its own in spring.

But if you are going to do good things, don't worry about the future.