Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mu Feng."

"The matter is urgent, and I have no choice but to invite you to meet in this way. I sincerely apologize."

Marcel, the president of the Gabriel Chamber of Commerce, dressed in a suit and tie, sat at a tea table, tapping the rim of a teacup filled with black tea with a half-smile.

Having been brought from the dungeon to the spacious office, Mu Feng shook off the black-clad thugs beside him, rubbed his wrist, and mocked them without any politeness:

"invite?"

"Your Chamber of Commerce's invitation method is indeed quite unique; I'm afraid I cannot accept it."

The thug standing nearby changed his expression slightly and was about to step forward to warn him, but was interrupted by Marcel waving his hand.

Marcel's smile remained unchanged, as if it were welded to his face, seemingly unconcerned about Mu Feng's sarcastic remarks.

"My subordinate is a bit inexperienced and has caused you some unnecessary trouble. I hope you can understand."

"Tea, please."

Marcel pushed a freshly brewed cup of black tea in front of Mu Feng, adopting a gesture of warm hospitality.

Mu Feng snorted coldly, pushed the tea aside, and refused without any mercy.

"Let's skip the tea."

Marcel, however, didn't seem to mind. He casually pushed the teacup aside, clasped his hands together, and continued with a smile:

"I have heard that Mr. Mu Feng comes from four hundred years ago. I was curious and had the idea of ​​inviting you to meet him."

"I am very interested in that magical country."

"Mr. Mufeng, could you perhaps reveal a little something?"

Mu Feng sneered, crossed his arms, and responded dismissively to Marcel's seemingly polite inquiry.

"Mr. Marcellus, is it really worth making such a fuss over mere rumors in the newspapers?"

"Besides, it seems you don't just want to 'talk' to me alone, do you?"

A chilling glint flashed in Marcel's smiling eyes, but he concealed it well.

“Mr. Mu Feng, the reputation of Steambird News is well-known, so there’s no need for us to be hypocritical here.”

"Tell me how to reshape the dissolved person."

“In my capacity as president, I promise that whatever your demands, whether it be Mora, power, or status, I can fulfill them as long as they are within the capabilities of the Cabrière Chamber of Commerce.”

Marcell offered a generous price, but Mu Feng once again delivered a mocking laugh, hitting Marcell's sore spot.

"What a generous gesture, President Marcellus."

"However, it's worth it to kill so many lives and pay such a heavy price,"

"What exactly do you want?"

Marcel's smile seemed to freeze for a moment, then she quickly put on a sanctimonious expression and sighed deeply with feigned concern.

"Well... to be honest with you."

"With the prophecy of Fontaine approaching, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure in order to find a way to resist the dissolution."

"For the survival of the vast majority of Fontainebleau people, the sacrifice of a small number is only right, isn't it?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Before Marcel could finish his hypocritical words, Mu Feng burst into laughter, his laughter filled with grating sarcasm.

"Hahaha...I really don't know,"

"What would Vinier think if she saw you looking like this?"

"Washe".

At the table, Marcel's smiling expression instantly crumbled. He slammed his hand on the table and leaped up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Feng, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

"How...how do you know this name!"

"You've met Verne?!"

"What did she say?! Tell me!"

Mu Feng calmly watched the enraged Marcel, his unwavering gaze seemingly filled with deep mockery.

Seemingly realizing his lapse in composure, Marcel took a deep breath, slowly sat back down, and waved his hand, signaling the thugs to clean up the broken teacups.

"It seems you know a lot."

Marcel's voice softened slightly, and a formulaic smile returned to her face.

“In the past, I have also heard your story with Fontainebleau, and I was deeply moved.”

"Now that you know my purpose, you can probably better understand how I feel about losing my beloved."

"I need your help."

As she spoke, Marcel lowered her stance even further.

"Do not."

"I think I can't understand it."

Mu Feng looked coldly at the pathetic man before him, without feeling the slightest bit of pity.

While Vasher certainly deserves sympathy, Marcel is by no means one of them.

Even the most hateful person has a pitiable side, but that is never a reason to inflict harm on innocent people.

"why?"

Marcel looked up in disbelief, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a weary expression, and asked in an agitated tone.

What happened to the missing girls?

"Have you ever truly understood them?"

Mu Feng's cold expression remained unchanged as he ruthlessly tore away Marcel's last fig leaf.

Marcel remained silent, and a long, oppressive silence fell over the office.

"Hahahahahaha..."

In the silence, Marcel suddenly burst into a shrill laugh without warning, the piercing sound making the teacup on the desk tremble slightly.

Without warning, Marcellus swiftly took out a bottle of primordial sea water and gulped it down.

"Hahaha, did you see that?!"

"Do you think I don't want to go find Vinier myself?"

"But I am not a Fontaineble, I am not a Fontaineble!"

"I can't even dissolve it, do you understand?!"

Marcel waved his arms wildly, venting his uncontrollable rage.

However, Marcel's madness quickly subsided, and he turned around, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his expressionless face.

"It seems that Mr. Mu Feng is unwilling to cooperate."

"Indeed, to gain the approval of Fontainebleau must be a sign of high moral character, and someone who would disdain associating with someone like me."

Marcellus clapped his hands, and a blonde girl and a silver-haired little girl were brought in by several burly thugs. They were Aurelie and Cressy.

"Let go of Clare, you bastard!"

"Sister Aurellie... Waaaaah..."

Aurelia and Clare struggled incessantly, but their weak bodies made them appear particularly pale and powerless in the face of the strong bodyguards.

"hehe."

Marcel smiled, but his eyes revealed undisguised ruthlessness and mockery.

"Mr. Mu Feng, I admire your kindness."

"But have you ever thought that kindness can also become a shackle that binds you?"

Marcellus waved his hand, and the henchman immediately understood and took out two bottles of Primal Sea Water. Ignoring Aurelie and Cressy's strong struggles, he pried open their mouths and placed the bottles on their lips.

"If Mr. Mu Feng is unwilling to tell me the secret of the original fetal sea, then I will have no choice but to conduct the experiment myself."

"Let's start with this little silver-haired girl."

"You only have five seconds to consider, Mr. Mu Feng."

Marcel revealed a confident look in his eyes, looking down at the two girls' terrified expressions.

"five."

"Four."

"three."

"two."

"one."