Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Dinner time.

Mu Feng forked a small piece of poultry from his plate and glanced around as he put the piece in his mouth.

The atmosphere at dinner seemed somewhat quiet, with the only sounds being the clinking of the children's knives and forks against their plates, and the conversation between the Fleetim couple and another man wearing a top hat at the other end of the table.

From the few words they uttered, Mu Feng heard the couple address him as "Mr. Earl".

The count's gaze swept across the children as the three talked, finally settling on Peruvéli's distinctive red cross eyes.

The count nodded in satisfaction and whispered something in the couple's ears, causing the Fleetims to burst into delighted laughter.

Peruvieri seemed to sense the gaze; her brows furrowed slightly, her red cross-shaped pupils became even more vivid, and a dark red flame flickered at her black fingertips.

What a... disgusting gaze.

Mu Feng gently took Peruvier's wrist, glanced at the children around him, and shook his head imperceptibly.

The flame in Peluvelli's palm gradually died down. She sat back down and dealt with her dinner expressionlessly.

Phew...that was close.

Mu Feng wiped away non-existent cold sweat. Although Peipei had not yet fully mastered the power of the curse, she might accidentally create a second "Scattered Ruins".

As for Zhou Ben and the like, one is enough.

Turning around, I saw that the count and the Fleetims seemed to have finished their conversation, and the three of them raised their glasses to each other with pleasant smiles of mutual agreement.

Dinner continued, but the atmosphere remained somber.

Mu Feng coldly watched the three people chatting happily across the table, and with his left hand, he took out the Eye of God from a hidden pocket next to his leg under the table.

Just as the Fleetims turned around, several small blue birds made of wind elements flew through the glass window at a speed invisible to the naked eye and into the boundless night.

……

"Little Pelleville, this count wishes to adopt you. What do you think?"

After the meal, once everyone had left the restaurant, the Fleetims kept Peruvée behind.

The restaurant was brightly lit, but with only four people remaining in the otherwise empty space, the temperature seemed to drop slightly.

Peruvée remained expressionless, responding with a cold face to the Count and the Fleetim couple, who wore friendly smiles.

Seeing that Péruvelli seemed to have no reaction, Madame Fleetim's smile remained unchanged, and she continued with her amiable expression:

“The Count is a renowned gentleman in Fontainebleau, and I think he would be happy to adopt a homeless child.”

"Madam is right. Are you willing to leave with me?"

"Little Peruvian?"

The count smiled amiably and leaned down slightly to ask for Peruvier's opinion.

With her arms crossed, Peruvier stared at the three people with their fake smiles, and suddenly asked in a calm tone:

"Then, what about my brother?"

Mrs. Fleetim's smile was somewhat forced; it was clear she wasn't a patient person with children. Nevertheless, she patiently and gently said:

"As for Xiao Mufeng, there will naturally be other kind-hearted people willing to adopt him."

"That's not necessary anymore."

Peruvier interrupted the other person expressionlessly and was about to turn and leave, but the moment she took a step, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her.

"Well……"

Peruvieri leaned against the wall, struggling to support herself, and felt the figure in front of her gradually blurring. She couldn't help but clench her fists tightly.

"Hmph, what a disobedient child."

Seeing that the sleeping pills were working, Madame Fleetim finally dropped her mask of hypocrisy and revealed her ugly fangs.

She and Mr. Fleetim, who was standing next to her, exchanged a glance and then smiled knowingly at each other.

“Look, Count.”

"Kids can never resist the temptation of desserts."

Even if it might be a deadly poison.

After saying this, the couple burst into laughter, as if they had accomplished something worth boasting about.

The count, abandoning his usual amiable smile, patted Monsieur Fleetim on the shoulder and laughed heartily, promising:

"Hahaha, don't worry, Mr. Fleetim."

"I will not shortchange you on the 300,000 Mora I promised."

After saying that, the count strode toward Peruvéli, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light, his malice no longer concealed.

Peruvieri bit her tongue, the sweet, metallic taste of blood and the pain suppressing the surging drowsiness. As the other party approached, she threw a punch with all her might at the count's lower abdomen.

"what!"

A scream erupted as the count, whose body had been ravaged by wine, women, and wealth, was completely unprepared for Peruvé's continued resistance and instantly collapsed to the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

"Mr. Earl!"

The smug Fleetims were startled and rushed over to check on the situation.

As Monsieur Flemming went to help the Count up, Madame Flemming rushed forward viciously, raised her hand high at Peruvée, and cursed venomously:

"You actually dare to resist?!"

I'm out of energy...

Peruvieri let her arms fall limply, watching her hand slowly descend, but she felt little panic.

The figures in front of me became increasingly blurry, gradually merging into a black vortex that churned and churned continuously.

what is that?

Her blood was flowing backward, but instead of getting darker, a faint red light gradually appeared in the center of the darkness.

Blood moon.

The darkness receded, and the blood moon rose.

A crimson full moon hung upside down in the dark sky, while frenzied, blood-red flames burned on the scorched earth.

Ancient murmurs echoed in my ears, and the black sun rose in another direction, standing in opposition to the blood-red full moon.

Blood tides and black light crisscrossed the torn space, swords and blades, slaughter, the wails of the dead, shattered crowns, and the purplish-black magic circle in the hands of alchemists.

The fire in the hearth burned in terrified eyes, and the black coal ash was the embers of the dead.

The blood was burning, crimson flames carrying a frenzied curse replacing every drop of blood, surging through the veins and instantly burning away the sleeping pills.

Peruvieri's slightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, the dark pupils making the blood-red cross in the center appear even more vivid and frenzied, like the embers of a blood-soaked flame.

The next moment, a scythe made of crimson flames and a bluish-green wind blade that tore through the air pierced through Madame Fleetim's chest without mercy, much to her astonishment.