Genshin Impact: Quietly Investing for Six Thousand Years

As he finished his words, the scene fell into silence again.

Everyone looked at him as if he were a madman. Even Lord Villette and Lady Fininna had never mentioned such a thing as prophecy, which meant it was completely false.

Even at this time, he is still exaggerating. He is indeed the murderer who killed so many girls and has a cruel heart.

"Hahaha……"

Marcelle covered her face with her hands, and her mocking laughter escaped from between her fingers, echoing in the quiet opera house, sounding particularly harsh.

"Do you think what I said is all lies?"

"Why don't you ask the two people sitting in the high seats? Why don't you dare to make a bold guess?"

Then, Marcelle pointed at Chen Mo and shouted, "He has 'Original Fetal Sea Water' in his hand. If the Fontaine people touch it, they will be dissolved. Ask our Lady Funina if she dares to touch it?"

On the high seat, Fu Nina's delicate body trembled and looked at Chen Mo. What's going on? Sister Moonlight, what's going on? Why does he know so much?

She only told this to one person in her dream...

Navillatte was silent the whole time. He thought of the prophecy on the stone tablet sent by Alechino.

"Then Lord Villette, you just need to fulfill your duties as an inquisitor."

Chen Mo stood on the stage, and he was the only one there.

He took out the tube of 'original fetal sea water' and swung it in his hand, his eyes meeting the gaze from above.

Furninna retreated and was the first to look away. She didn't dare to look any further. She felt uneasy and had a premonition that something was wrong.

She seemed to be on the verge of being judged.

Marcelle roared again: "Did you see that? She doesn't dare! Because she is not the water god at all! She is just an imposter!"

The figure of Fernina was reflected in his eyes, and his memories began to flow backwards...

……

Yesterday, in the evening.

Marcelle dragged her tired body back home and was about to relax when she suddenly found a stranger in the house.

Marcelle looked at the other person warily and asked loudly, "Who are you? I tell you, trespassing is illegal!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly and said softly: "Washie, let me make a deal with you."

Hearing this name, Marcelle's pupils shrank suddenly, and an indescribable fear surged in her heart.

He subconsciously reached a hand to his lower back, where a deadly rifle was hidden.

However, before Marcelle could draw her weapon, Chen Mo moved his fingers slightly.

Instantly, Marcelle felt as if his body had lost weight and was floating up involuntarily. He was terrified and struggled desperately but to no avail.

"Don't take out the rifle, that thing is useless to me." Chen Mo said lightly.

"Put me down, I believe it, I believe it!" Marcelle shouted in a panic, not caring about her image.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's fingertips lightly lifted Marcelle's body again, and she fell back to the ground.

This sudden change made Marcelle turn pale with cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

Chen Mo slowly walked up to Marcelle, looked down at him, and slowly said: "I know everything about you, including the truth of the 'serial disappearance of girls' case - the murderer is you."

Marcelle tried to remain calm, but her clenched fists revealed her inner nervousness and anxiety.

He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "What do you want me to do?"

Chen Mo looked at Marcelle and said in a serious tone: "Accusation of Funina."

Hearing this, Marcelle's eyes widened and she asked in disbelief: "Are you crazy? You actually asked me to accuse the water god!!"

However, Chen Mo just smiled and corrected: "I was talking about Funina, but I didn't ask you to accuse the water god."

"But Lady Finina..."

Marcelle opened her mouth and was about to continue speaking, but she was suddenly stuck mid-sentence.

His eyes became terrified, as if he had thought of something extremely terrible.

At this time, Chen Mo slowly spoke: "The prophecy of Fontaine has long predicted that the water god will face a grand trial, and the sea water will flood the entire Fontaine."

"All the people of Fontaine will dissolve, and this country will disappear in an instant."

Marcelle's face turned as pale as paper and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He was fully aware of the seriousness of this prophecy. If such a disaster really happened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Mo then said: "Washie, this is your last chance to atone for your sins. As for whether you want to see her, it depends on how determined you are."

"This is a contract. If you are determined, sign your name."

After saying that, Chen Mo threw down a piece of white paper and left. He knew that Marcelle would make the right choice.

The snow-white paper fell gently and slowly to the ground like a dancing butterfly.

Marcelle stared at it with empty eyes, as if the whole world had left him.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, he closed his eyes with great reluctance and pain.

Because he knew very well that if Fontaine was really destroyed, he would lose the chance to meet her again forever.

Marcelle picked up the heavy contract with densely written words with trembling hands, and then sat there quietly thinking for a long time.

Suddenly, he stood up, walked straight into the room, and picked up an exquisite photo frame from the bedside table.

Looking at the bright smile in the photo frame, a hint of determination flashed across Marcelle's eyes.

He picked up the pen and wrote the two words "Washie" firmly and forcefully at the end of the white paper.

Then, he began to handle the guild's related follow-up affairs in an orderly manner and carefully selected suitable candidates to succeed him.

In addition to his identity as "Vashie", he also serves as the president of a chamber of commerce.

After finishing all the work, he came alone to the door of the Oprykle Opera House, found a bench to sit down, and waited silently for the dawn to come.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on the earth, she heard bursts of noise and bustle in her ears. Marcelle slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the magnificent and splendid opera house.

Although the surrounding environment was noisy and chaotic, at this moment his heart was as calm as a pool of still water.

Marcelle just sat there quietly, like a statue.

"Viniel, I will definitely see you again, even if I have to go to hell again..."

He faced the morning light, straightened his clothes, and followed the crowd in quietly.

Great magician, I come to fulfill the contract.