Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Anyone could tell that this statement was directed at Navia.

Navia's face flushed red with anger. She stood up and shouted, "Who said that? Step forward!"

However, even Ivan couldn't find the murderer amidst the mocking gazes of everyone on the ship, or perhaps that person spoke for everyone else.

Melusin, who was steering the boat, looked at Navia with a puzzled expression: "Guest, the boat has already started moving. Please sit down and hold on tight."

Navia sat down and snorted contemptuously, "Hmph, you have the guts to say you don't have the guts to admit it, huh!"

"Does it matter who said it?" a young man chuckled. "It's just an undeniable fact."

“You are…” Navia said angrily, about to stand up again.

Ivan slapped Navia's thigh, groping her roughly and telling her not to stand up.

“Words spoken are like blood splattered everywhere.” Ivan looked at the young man. “I don’t know what Les is, I only know that you have caused trouble for my friend, my partner. Perhaps we can end this dispute through a duel.”

The man's face turned ashen.

Ivan leaned against the ship's railing, his loose pajamas unbuttoned, enjoying the cool sea breeze.

Ivan's bulging muscles, resembling mountain peaks, clearly demonstrated his fighting prowess.

These people are all nobles; it is easy to distinguish between nobles and commoners in Fontainebleau.

Ordinary people wouldn't cause trouble like they do, and they wouldn't be dressed so well.

These nobles were generally viscounts or barons, and their fiefdoms consisted of only a street or a building.

Furthermore, because Navilette created a large number of directly controlled territories in order to consolidate his power, the situation of the Fontaine nobles became increasingly difficult, and the territories passed down from their ancestors shrank year by year.

This brought the nobles' dissatisfaction with Navelette to its peak, especially the Bai Song family, who had a close working relationship with Navelette and had risen from commoners.

Seeing that the nobles had fallen silent and were looking at him with disdain, Ivan chuckled: "So you dare not provoke Vilette, but instead kick Carlos when he's down? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, I've seen the true nature of the Fontaineble gentleman."

Ivan's sweeping generalization enraged everyone, and in their anger, they lost their temper.

As elites of high society, the nobles were well aware of the gilded troupe's strength.

These descendants of gods are even more powerful than the Fools after their bodies have been modified, and they can even hold their own against the robots produced by the Fontaine Factory.

As a nobleman, one needs not only ambition and connections, but also the ability to assess situations and protect oneself wisely.

In the silence, Ivan turned his head to look at the receding scenery.

When will my home be able to look like this?

.........

Navia brought Ivan to the "Thousand Weaving House," but Navia didn't seem very interested.

Ivan's attention was no longer on Navia. Looking at the bustling skyscrapers, Ivan thought of Earth.

Without knocking, Navia went straight into the house, and Ivan slipped in as well.

As soon as Ivan entered the house, he saw a blur of motion rushing towards him.

Ivan quickly pulled Navia aside, narrowly avoiding the afterimage.

"Ouch!" A scream came from outside. "Chiori-ya is bullying its customers!"

The next second, Ivan saw a petite woman walk past him, carrying two unsheathed samurai swords, and she was giving the man who had just been thrown out of the house a good beating.

Navia seemed to only then realize what was happening and rushed out, shouting, "Hey! Chiori, Chiori! Stop hitting her! You'll kill someone!"

Surprisingly, Navia, this tall and strong woman, couldn't hold onto Chiori.

Ivan, always eager for a good show, took advantage of the two women's inattention and kicked the person on the ground several times.

The sensation of kicking someone made Ivan realize that a bone in the other person's body had been fractured. The person screamed even more pitifully and even cried out.

Cool!

Ivan felt a sense of relief. Facing the powerful Abyss Apostle in the Abyss, Ivan had been almost constantly suppressed and beaten. He finally regained the feeling of killing people as easily as killing chickens by secretly kicking a few ordinary people!

After beating her for a while, Chiori returned, still furious, muttering, "Keep me as a sugar daddy? How could he even think of that? These people come to Chiori's place just to cause trouble!"

Then Chiori glared angrily at Ivan: "What are you doing here?"

Navia quickly stopped Chiori: "Hey, Chiori, he's the Ivan I told you about, the leader of that group of desert people."

Chiori was taken aback, her expression somewhat strange: "The Abyss Apostle that appeared in the newspaper, was it him who defeated it?"

"I wouldn't say I defeated him," Ivan said, clicking his tongue as he looked around at the boutique clothing in the store. "Thanks to the blessings of my ancestors, I discovered their weapon, and with the help of my companions, I didn't suffer a crushing defeat... Don't laugh at me, but one encounter with him nearly cost me my life."

Seeing that Chiori was no longer angry, Navia turned to let Chiori see Ivan: "Hehe, Ivan is very powerful. Abel and I were knocked unconscious before we even saw the Abyss Apostle... Oh, right. Design two sets of clothes for him, just like his people."

Ivan's people did not receive any special treatment; they were simply given three samples each in the store.

Even the samples displayed in the store for others to see, the clothes from Senori-ya are much better than those in other stores at the same price.

Chiori glanced at Navia with a hint of disdain, then looked at Ivan: "This guest, please turn around."

Ivan snapped out of his daze and turned to look at Chiori.

Chiori was a seasoned tailor, and Ivan only needed to glance back to know her size.

He turned around, grabbed a sample set from the store, and handed it to Ivan: "That's the dressing room. By the way, how would you like your clothes designed?"

"Any design is fine, it's up to you." Ivan had no complaints about what he was wearing and went to the dressing room to change into another outfit.

When Ivan came out again, Chiori's eyes lit up.

The outfit Ivan was wearing was a social outfit; Chiori specifically chose the sample because she knew Ivan would most likely be meeting Navelette after changing.

This outfit is based on winter clothing and combined with Fontaine clothing.

The tight-fitting, modern-style light blue tunic with padded shoulders made Ivan's already broad and high shoulders appear even wider, giving him a more imposing look. The front was decorated with tassels from the collar to the hem, while the light blue trousers were simply plain, paired with a pair of fine leather shoes.

"Is this the mafia?" Ivan looked at himself in the mirror. Years of traveling across the desert had given him a handsome face that always carried a murderous aura, making him look like a bastard who drank the blood of the people and ate the government's food.

"Try this one... and this one..." Chiori's eyes lit up as she grabbed a bunch of clothes and put them into Ivan's arms, then pushed him into the changing room.

After changing clothes more than ten times, Chiori discovered that Ivan was simply a clothes hanger; no matter what kind of clothes he wore, they all looked good on him.

Forced to change clothes more than ten times, Ivan slumped on the sofa in the store, still wearing his original fringed social attire.

Ivan felt that even when he was seven years old, he and his brothers chased a gazelle until they were exhausted, but he was still more tired than this.

"I'd be willing to give you a hundred million Mora, as long as you don't make me change clothes," Ivan muttered to himself, indulging in unrealistic fantasies.

But Chiori stared at Navia with a serious expression: "Now, let's talk about you, Navia. From the moment you came in, I noticed that something was wrong with you. What happened?"

Navia remained silent, and Chiori grew anxious: "I, Chiori, have connections from the Fontaine Shadow Court down to the Grey River Mafia. Speak up about what's wrong, and I'll see how to resolve it. Don't keep it bottled up."

Ivan glanced at Chiori: "You won't be happy if your dad is sentenced soon."