Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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Fourth, share with each other...

What went wrong? Was it because Funina didn't feed me the other way around?

Arecino stared at the half-eaten cake in her hand, lost in deep philosophical thought.

"Ugh! How outrageous! This is outrageous!"

In another corner, Chef Aikofi was gnawing on his handkerchief (literally) with gritted teeth, his eyes blazing as he stared at the other side.

"Damn the Executors of the Fools! Insidious! Cunning! How dare they use such sugar-coated bullets to corrupt our pure Lady Funina!"

She was heartbroken.

"I wish I could feed Lady Furina like that too! Watch her eat the cake I personally chose like a noble and adorable little kitten!"

"Look at Lady Funina's frightened yet forced expression! This wicked woman must have used some despicable means to force her! It must be!"

Standing next to her, Navia sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead. "Aikofi, that's enough... You're going to chew your handkerchief to pieces. And..."

She paused, her expression becoming somewhat subtle.

"Although I don't understand why, that executive officer seemed... well, quite focused? That shouldn't be a bad thing... right?"

Good heavens, what am I saying? This scene is too bizarre!

The sound of a camera shutter was extremely faint, almost inaudible in the background noise of the bustling street.

Having drunk the invisibility potion and completely concealed his form, Qingyu triumphantly waved the phonograph in his hand, which was also magically invisible.

"All done! 'Shocking! The Fools' Enforcer Feeds the Water God in the Street, the Reason Behind It Is Heartwarming (Physics)', 'The Hearth House's Three Little Ones' Worldview Collapses on the Spot', 'The Rose Society's President Bites His Handkerchief in Impotent Rage'... Tsk tsk, I've already thought of the titles for this series of photos!"

Looking at the perfectly captured scene on the camera—the three little ones staring in disbelief behind the flower bed, the ambiguous (?) feeding and forced eating in front of the cake shop, and Aikofi, distorted with jealousy, and Navia, looking utterly hopeless—

Qingyu nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfectly captured this historic (and outrageous) moment! Done, job done!"

After saying that, he disappeared silently, concealing his merit and fame, leaving behind only the crowd still immersed in their own emotional shock, completely unaware of the "recording behavior" that had just occurred.

The sun was shining brightly, and the streets of Fontainebleau were still bustling, but it would probably take some people a long time to calm down.

Chapter 95 The Great Purge of the Nobles

Seeing the cart of documents that Melusin pushed over, almost half a person's height and wobbling precariously, Villette's already heavy eyelids drooped even further.

His dark circles, resembling smoky eye makeup, tell a story of the hardships he's endured working overtime for many consecutive days.

"Another...criminal record of a nobleman?"

Villette's voice was filled with deep weariness, even a hint of numbness.

"Yes, Lady Vilette."

Melusine nodded obediently, her tone as calm as ever, as if all that had been pushed in was a cart of candy.

"The four honorary knights have made full use of the 'permitted right to misbehave' granted by Lady Furina, and today they raided the homes of three nobles. These are the criminal evidences they have gathered, and the amount is... quite staggering, including but not limited to serious crimes such as embezzlement, fraud, illegal imprisonment, tax evasion, and attempting to pass off inferior perfume as a limited edition."

"Okay, I understand. Just put it over there..."

Navelette waved her hand weakly, signaling Melusine to pile the documents into the "mountain of pending documents" that was almost touching the ceiling in the corner.

The affairs of the Mo Mang Palace are currently overwhelming, and he, as the Supreme Judge, has had to temporarily step down from the bench and entrust the power of judgment entirely to the absolutely impartial Wolf King, who cannot be bribed by any sweet talk.

The Wolf King's trial efficiency was indeed astonishing.

His trial method was simple and brutal: he would go up to the stage, present the evidence (usually ironclad evidence obtained by the four-person group through various outrageous means), read out the charges, and then pronounce the verdict directly.

He didn't care at all about the nobles' desperate sophistry, pleas, or even threats below the stage; his cold, electronic eyes wouldn't even glance at them for a second longer.

Whenever a nobleman was still roaring, "I demand an appeal! This is dictatorship!", the Wolf King would calmly announce in a mechanical voice, "Next," and then signal the guards to drag the previous one away.

Some particularly stubborn nobles, who still believed in the "privilege of dueling" from the old days, tried to salvage the situation through duels.

Then they will face Gu Qian, who has been temporarily brought in as their duel proxy.

The seven-meter-tall Raidou King didn't even need a weapon. He just looked at his opponent with confusion, and then, like swatting a fly, punched the duelist and his weapon into the floor, making it impossible to pry him out.

Upon learning of the situation, Duke Leosley of Meropolis had already emptied the cells, brewed tea, and prepared numerous psychological counseling plans, anticipating the arrival of a group of pampered, wailing noble prisoners.

But to his utter surprise, the four-man group and the Wolf King had no intention of letting these guys into his Mello Petersburg!

"Go to your place? Free food and lodging, plus regular breaks? Dream on!"

Er Kang jumped up in anger.

"This kind of treatment is an encouragement to criminals!"

Qingyu snapped his fingers: "I heard that Sumeru is in dire need of rebuilding and is in dire need of 'enthusiastic volunteers' to cultivate the rainforest, clear out monsters, and brush the teeth of the pack animals."

Zhang Chu pushed up his non-existent glasses: "I second that. Life in Mero Petersburg is too comfortable, not conducive to their deep reflection. Just pack them up and send them to Sumeru's flying squirrel by express! Consider it an international labor export to support the construction of our friendly nation."

When this ultimate punishment plan was announced, all the nobles involved were terrified and their souls flew away!

They keep a close eye on international news!

Who doesn't know that the major events on Mount Sumeru are basically related to that skeletal "Supreme Being"?

Legend has it that his subordinates are all demons and monsters, and he is especially skilled at "educating" prisoners using all sorts of unimaginable methods!

If I fall into his hands, wouldn't I be unable to live or die?

"No! No way! I'd rather spend my whole life mining in Mero Petersburg!"

"Lord Navelette! Help! This is exile! This is illegal exile!"

"I can donate all my possessions! Just please don't send me to Mount Sumeru!"

Zhang Chu had no interest in listening to the nobles' wailing and pleas for mercy. He directly contacted Ainz Ooal Gown and said succinctly, "Hey, Ainz Ooal Gown, I've sent you a batch of 'talents.' Use them as you please, just don't kill them. If you want them to die, don't let them die too quickly. Remember to get an invoice... oh no, I mean, remember to write a receipt."

After saying that, he opened a huge portal and kicked all the crying and wailing nobles into it, one after another, like kicking away trash.

After learning of this approach, Navigette remained silent for a full ten minutes.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking at the peaceful scene in Fontaine, and his heart was filled with tremendous turmoil:

Is this in accordance with procedure?

Does this comply with Fontainebleau law?

But is this efficient?

After a long while, he sighed deeply and turned to look for Funina.

Furina was practicing in her room how to gracefully accept being fed without feeling embarrassed when she heard Navelette's report. She was startled at first, then slammed her hand on the table (her little hand turned red) and tried to appear dignified.

"Hmph! So many parasites! The four honorary knights and Mr. Wolf King did the right thing! Absolutely right! I, the Water God, hereby declare that this 'Sumeru Express' punishment shall be officially incorporated into the laws of Fontaine! That's right, we in Fontaine don't have the death penalty, but those who voluntarily go to Sumeru for 'lifelong public service reform'... Uh, as for whether they live or die after reaching the Supreme Being, that's none of our business! Perfect!"

Having said that, she immediately turned around, pretending to admire the mural, leaving Villette with only a slightly trembling back view, muttering under her breath, "Hurry up and go, don't ask me any more details, I'm so afraid Mr. Zhang Chu will send me along with him next time..."

Navilette: "..."

Chapter 96 Sky Island

"Finally... finished... I'm so tired, so exhausted..."

Qingyu, Erkang, and Guqian lay sprawled on the ground in a spread-eagle position, their tongues almost sticking out, looking like three dried-up salted fish.

Although Zhang Chu managed to maintain his posture of standing with his arms crossed, his trembling legs and the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Seeing this, Ying and Paimon immediately and considerately picked up the large fan and chilled bubble orange juice they had prepared beforehand, and then without hesitation...

They ran to the wolf king's side, who had just finished processing documents!

"Mr. Wolf King, you've worked hard! Come and cool me down!"

Paimon fanned himself vigorously.

"Would you like some water? Although you probably don't need it..."

Ying applied the ice water to the wolf king's cold armor.

The Wolf King's azure electronic eyes flickered slightly as it silently gazed at the four Creators not far away, who seemed to have been drained of all their strength.

...Theoretically, they are the ones who need the most cooling and hydration... Never mind...

Silently, the Wolf King threw the "emotional simulation module," which had just burned out due to overload, back into the recycling bin inside his body. The color of his armor slowly changed from the warning red back to silver-white. He felt his logic core was a little tired.

"it is good--!"

Just then, as if suddenly injected with strange energy, Qingyu sprang to his feet with a somersault (though he didn't quite manage to stand up, he practically tumbled and crawled), hands on his hips, pointing confidently to the sky:

"Break time over! Brothers and sisters! The final chapter is about to begin! It's time to deal with Fucarus... uh, I mean the prophecy!"

"Wolf King!!!"

The Wolf King immediately bowed in response, his movements fluid and without complaint—if one ignored the power consumption warning that his internal system was surging again.

Qingyu waved his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Go to the sky! Have a 'good chat' with those old...beautiful girls who have been reclusive for who knows how many years! Make sure to 'convince' them to agree to our plan!"

Instantly, the sound of precise structural transformation rang out, and he transformed once again into a giant 20-meter-tall Gundam form. The thrusters on his back spewed out streams of scorching particles, and the mechanical arm drew a giant sword longer than a tree from the back armor. Then—whoosh!

Like a shooting star flying in reverse, it rushed straight towards Sky Island.

"Ying! Paimon!"

Qingyu turned to them.

"Go find Navelette and Frynn and tell them to get ready to pop the champagne! Get this mess over with right now!"

"understood!"

Ying and Paimon exchanged a glance. Although they felt the arrangement was a bit too hasty, they immediately turned and ran towards Mo Mang Palace.

"As for the rest of us!"

Qingyu suddenly pulled out an exaggerated machete the size of a door panel from behind his back. The back of the blade was inlaid with suspicious LED light strips that flashed and emitted colorful light.

Er Kang pulled out a giant scythe, taller than himself and wrapped in water elemental energy, from somewhere and struck what he thought was a very cool pose.

"Sooner or later."

Zhang Chu sighed, but resignedly picked up his giant, crackling thunder hammer.