The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"It seems today's battle is coming to an end." The weapon in Olympa's hand vanished instantly, and the flames on his body gradually died down.

Upon hearing this, the young master merely glanced at Olympa.

"I hope today's experience will dispel any unrealistic ideas you may have. You should know that if I had actually made a move, you would be dead by now."

As he spoke, he also put away the two swords in his hands.

"Haha, compared to that, I think escaping Fontaine's pursuit is the most important thing next."

"We nobodies aren't afraid, but we wonder how you, as the executive officer, are doing."

After Olympa finished speaking, he shook his body, and a hood, just like the one his companion had, appeared on his bald head.

The hood was large enough, and since he was just a boy, it could completely cover his face.

"Everyone, prepare for assault formation! Defensive traps, surround them!"

"Hey! I heard that both of them have the Eye of God. Should we ask a teammate who also has the Eye of God to come over?"

"I've been here for a while, don't worry!"

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The noise of the crowd could be heard from afar. But the noise itself was secondary; what was more noticeable was the sound of their synchronized footsteps.

Those were groups of specialized machines, ready for battle. During the time the young master and Olympus were fighting, the guard had mobilized a considerable number of these machines based on their respective strengths.

"Hurry up, or we'll be too late!"

"coming!"

Olympa reunited with his companions, and the two then transformed into afterimages, speeding towards a certain place.

Then, the young master saw the flames erupting in the distance. He snapped out of his daze, looked around, and quickly found a spot where the defenses were slightly weaker.

"It seems I should leave too."

After saying that, a bolt of lightning disappeared from the spot and shot straight into the sky.

Fontaine is incredibly lively tonight, a scene of utter chaos.

The hopping figures, the massive number of clockwork mechanisms following behind, and the almost completely collapsed streets have all left Fontaine with a new urban legend.

……

During the day, the young master, who was usually very obedient, was fast asleep in his luxury suite, as if the commotion in Fontaine yesterday had nothing to do with him.

"Wait! This is the territory of the Fools..."

"Get out of my way! Otherwise, I'll arrest you as well for obstructing official business!"

There was another commotion outside the door, followed by a loud "bang!" as the door was kicked open.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

The sound of boots hitting the ground was like an alarm clock, waking the young master from his deep sleep. Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

The young master hugged his bedding and shrank closer to the head of the bed. How did he end up with so many burly men beside his bed when he woke up?

“Mr. Dadalia, we now suspect you are involved in last night’s major public hazard. Please come with us!”

A guard with a long beard, who looked like a team leader, walked to the young master's bedside and said in a serious tone.

"Wait! What major public hazard? I've never heard of that!"

"Isn't Fontaine supposed to be a nation of justice? I need proof!"

The young master showed no sign of panic. He looked left and right and found that they were all men. So he casually threw off the covers, got out of bed and put on his clothes.

The young master was utterly confident. Last night it was so dark, he'd been so fast, and he hadn't stopped at all. If the police could find evidence, he'd jump out the window!

The young master was getting dressed, and the guards showed no sign of impatience. Once the young master was dressed, the leader took out a stack of photographs.

“Mr. Dadalia, here is the evidence you requested.”

"Huh? There really is one?"

The young master took the photos with a guilty conscience and then discovered that they were all scenes of him fighting with Olympus.

Lava waves, thunderous roars—the still image in the photograph is so clear that a single glance can transport you back to the thrilling scene of last night—the photographer must have put a lot of effort into creating this perfectly composed picture.

"This this……"

“These were taken by residents last night. If you need more, we can provide you with more angles.”

The security team didn't have a chance to capture images of the young master, but the residents of Fontainebleau did.

The battle between the young master and Olympus was incredibly loud, and coincidentally, Fontaine's phonograph machines were extremely common.

So many residents who were woken up started taking pictures of the fighting prince and Olympus.

The evidence was so overwhelming that even the most cunning methods could not exonerate him.

"Mr. Tadalia, do you have any objections?"

"I'd like to ask, has the other person upstairs been caught?"

"There isn't one for now. But if you, Mr. Dadalia, are willing to provide clues, we can treat you leniently."

The team leader shook his head. They were also puzzled. He was someone who could fight against the executives, yet he was so unknown, as if he had popped out of a rock.

"Phew...you ran pretty fast."

"That's fast, then Tadalia... hurry up and chase after them!"

"Snapped!"

The young master kept his promise—he jumped out of the window.

Chapter 784 Poor Popularity

2024-07-17

The young master was eventually caught, mainly because the evidence was too conclusive. In just one night, the entire city of Fontaine was plastered with his and Olympia's headshots.

Olympia was just a nobody, so he could easily hide; but Dadalia was a different story. He was the youngest executive officer, and his reputation was renowned even in other countries.

Therefore, no matter where he was, almost everyone could recognize him. In addition, the commotion he caused yesterday was indeed too great. After weighing the two factors, he was arrested by the guard team with a mix of reluctance and acceptance.

Anyway, it's just a matter of losing some money; there's no need to actually act like a wanted criminal and put on a "wilderness survival" show every day.

"So, Mr. Dadalia, does that mean you've confessed to your crimes last night?"

"Don't talk about sin or anything, it sounds awful. I was just having a fit, you know I haven't been feeling well lately."

Inside the courtroom, the young master scratched his messy short hair and defended himself.

This wasn't entirely fabricated; at least after arriving in Fontaine, he dreamed of whales more often, and a few times it almost caused him to hallucinate.

“We will have professionals determine the mental health issues; your opinion alone does not count.”

The security team on the other side was clearly prepared for this explanation. He took notes while occasionally responding.

Seeing how focused he was, the young master couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

"Hey! Don't be so serious! I'm an executive officer, after all. It's just a street, what's the big deal? I'll pay for it!"

The young master slammed his hand on the table and shouted with great bravado.

"Um... just a reminder, Mr. D'Artagnan, you seem to have entered the country as an ordinary citizen, right?"

"The trouble caused by the executive entering the country without prior notification to us should be no less than that caused by this incident."

"So, do you still want to insist on being the [Executive]?"

The guards began to explain to the young master the diplomatic and extradition treaties between Zhidong and Fontaine, which successfully made him slump back into his seat.

"Okay, okay! Stop talking! I don't want the executive officer position anymore, what should I do? Tell me right now!"

The young master covered his head, his eyes vacant, and said, "So that's why the Winter Army gave me such thick books when I became an executive officer. So that's what they contained."

Fortunately, he didn't waste time looking at it.

“Well, it seems you don’t like being lectured, Mr. Dadalia.”

"clever."

The incessant chatter in his ears stopped, and the young master immediately perked up.

Ignoring the young master's change, the security guard took the regulations and accident report handed to him by his companion and began to review them.

"Um... Mr. D'Artagnan, you said you were willing to compensate me, right?"

"That's right! Money is just a number to me, so go ahead and name your price!"

The young master looked smug; upon hearing that the problem could be solved with Mora, he had already put his legs on the table.

The nearby security guards ignored him, after all, no matter what, the young master was still an executive officer, even if he wasn't currently operating in Fontainebleau as an executive officer.

Since he was so cooperative, the security team didn't bother to investigate his minor issues.

"Okay, the specific amount of compensation for the accident still needs to be calculated. You'll need to pay a bail of 60 million first, and then you can leave here."

"But remember not to leave Fontaine. We'll need to contact you again once the exact amount is available."

"The third floor of Fontaine, 241 Bailu Avenue, the House of Hearths. Just ask the people inside for the money."

The young master, with his legs crossed, spoke leisurely. He raised his cup and brought the dark coffee to his lips.

"puff!"

Then he turned his head and spat out his coffee.

"Is this stuff sweetened?"

"It was just a polite gesture; we didn't expect you to actually drink it."

The guards stood up with strange expressions. Ever since they heard that the problem could be solved with money, the young master seemed to have come on vacation.

His relaxed demeanor made him look like a guest visiting the garrison.

Soon, a group of people walked out of the court and headed towards the address the young master had given them.

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