Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

Hearing Chang Ming's words, Funina blinked slightly, as if she didn't understand who the "they" who were going to suffer were referring to.

And when she followed Chang Ming's gaze to look at the people on the stage, a look of incomprehension suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Eh? Why do you say they will suffer?"

Funina tilted her little head and asked curiously.

"Do you remember the last time the stage of the small theater collapsed?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Last time they wanted to target you in this way, to disrupt my plan by getting you hurt."

Chang Ming's slender finger joints tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, as if he was using this method to replace the thinking process.

"But they didn't expect the troupe members to choose to rehearse at that time, so... the victim changed from you to Miss Delfie."

Hearing this, Funina blinked in confusion, as if she still didn't quite understand.

"But we didn't panic at all, did we? And... Miss Delfie even traveled to many places with us the day after she was injured..."

"Aren't they just humiliating themselves by doing this?"

"No, my dear Fufu, the concept is different."

Chang Ming shook his finger gently, and then continued:

"The last time was a mistake, and there was some element of testing in it, but after the Steambird Newspaper announced that we would be performing tomorrow a few days ago..."

"A trap I set for them has already appeared."

As he spoke, a rather mysterious smile appeared on Chang Ming's face, as if everything was under his control.

After thinking for a while, Funina said with some realization:

"I think I understand what you mean..."

"You want to use this method to expose the mastermind and take this opportunity to catch him, right?"

"Because we have a performance tomorrow, if there is any problem with the troupe... our performance will not go smoothly."

"Even if it can go on, the effect of the performance will be greatly reduced, and they will cause trouble for us and achieve their goal, right?"

Listening to Funina's analysis, Chang Ming smiled and nodded, then slowly stood up and clapped his hands at the people on the stage who still wanted to continue the next rehearsal.

clap clap-

As if they were already familiar with Chang Ming's style of speaking and doing things, everyone in the troupe stopped at once and turned their eyes to Chang Ming.

Chang Ming also felt those eager and slightly doubtful looks, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:

"Everyone, it's almost nine o'clock in the evening. I think you should return to the troupe's lounge to rest and prepare for tomorrow's performance."

"After all, this is a rehearsal, and there are no audiences. Once the audience seats are full... the pressure you will face will be two orders of magnitude higher."

"Rather than letting yourself suffer from the sleepiness of not getting enough rest and the pressure from the audience, it is better to choose to bear a part of it, don't you think?"

After hearing Chang Ming's words, everyone in the troupe looked at each other, then nodded in unison, and began to pack up their things to go back and rest.

Seeing this, Chang Ming smiled, then nodded to Claude who was sitting in the back row, indicating that everything would be left to him, and then left the opera house with Funina.

Since you want to act...you have to carry out the role you play to the end.

"I have prepared a smoke bomb for you, Kelsa. I hope you can see through the smoke and then..."

"Choose a place where you feel comfortable and wait to be completely captured by the Shadow Chasing Court."

A chilling smile appeared at the corner of Chang Ming's mouth, as if he was not a regent at this moment, but a cunning conspirator.

......

Fontaine is exceptionally quiet at night, and most people choose to rest in their sleep, preparing to greet the new day.

But apart from the civil servants on duty in major institutions in Fontaine...there are some people who will not sleep at this time.

They can be roughly divided into two categories: one is those who are ordered by their superiors to keep an eye on certain guys, and the other is those who can't sleep and want to make trouble.

Obviously, Nelson belongs to the last category of people who want to make trouble.

Perhaps because he felt guilty, or perhaps because he knew that if what he was doing was discovered, he would be thrown into Melo Petersburg, so he was extra cautious tonight.

He first looked around to see if there were any patrolling Melrose or Fontaine guards from the Law Courts on the street in front of the apartment building. After confirming that there were none, he tiptoed out of his apartment building.

Just these two steps made him sweat profusely, and a large part of his clothes was wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead hastily, and then continued to twist his fat body towards the street where the Debo Hotel was located.

"Luckily there are no guards, otherwise with my current physical condition... I really can't outrun them."

As he thought this, he quickened his pace towards the theater's lounge, as if he wanted to put an end to this nightmare that was making it difficult for him to sleep or eat.

but...

Although there were indeed no Fontaine guards on the street, nor were there patrols from Melucen, he himself did not know that there were several pairs of eyes staring at him in the shadows at the same time.

As the smallest chess piece in Chang Ming's game, he could only be manipulated by others.

......

Perhaps because of panic, or perhaps for some other reason, Nelson quickly went around to the back of the troupe's lounge.

He first took a look at the blueprint in his hand under the dim street light, and after confirming again and again that this was the place marked for him by Kelsa, he nodded slightly.

“This should be it…”

As Nelson spoke, he looked for a stained glass window made up of various colored glasses. Then he wanted to stick his greasy face against the glass to look for the so-called "hole" in the plan.

Perhaps because it was too dark, or perhaps because he was too nervous at the moment, it took him a while to find a tiny black hole in a piece of white stained glass.

The moment he saw the hole, a greasy smile that made people feel physically uncomfortable appeared on Nelson's face, and then he quickly took out a special bottle from his arms.

He looked at the black tube on the top of the bottle, then looked at the hole in front of him, then carefully inserted the black tube into the hole, gently twisted the bottle and squeezed it hard.

Chi-

Accompanied by a crisp sound like air flow breaking through a blockade, the bottle deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if some gas was injected into the theater's lounge.

After doing all this, Nelson breathed a sigh of relief and a twisted and weird smile appeared on his face.

He squeezed the deflated bottle again, and after confirming that the gas inside had been consumed, the smile on his face became even more distorted.

"Hehehe... Who told you to go against me? Who told you to threaten more people's money-making business by rehashing old stuff?"

Nelson muttered to himself as he gently pulled the black tube out.

boo——

With a muffled sound, a piece of white stained glass of just the right size fit perfectly onto the hole in an incredible way.

After doing all this, Nelson nodded with satisfaction, and then planned to quickly leave this place of trouble and create some alibis for himself.

And at this moment, a huge force came from behind his neck.

bang——

"It's over."

That was Nelson's only thought as he felt the pain radiating from the back of his neck.

Under the attack of the knife, Nelson's consciousness did not give him more time to wake up, and he soon fainted.

Looking at the fat body lying on the ground, Leosli pursed his lips in disgust, and then said to the Melo Petersburg guard in red beside him:

"Go and bring Miss Sigwen here and tell her that Mr. Chang Ming arranged for her to come here to rescue people."

"As for this guy... just drag him to the entrance of the Shadow Chaser Court, and I will explain the rest."

"understand!"

Looking at the red-clad guard walking away under the light and Nelson being dragged on the ground like a dead dog, Leosley shook his head helplessly, and then went to the Northland Bank not far away.

He had to ask whether they had done what Chang Ming had assigned them.