Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

This morning, Ivan's bones were deeply pierced by the silver needles in his armor, and under the guidance of the needles, the [Gilded Bloodline] in his body was further purified.

They devour cells belonging to the human bloodline, assimilate them, and then spit them out.

In short, Ivan is more powerful!

When they arrived at the Opiclie Opera House, it was the time when the audience was queuing to buy tickets, but Ivan, the defendant, didn't have to. He was pulled by Funina into the opera house for a tour.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived. As the audience took their seats, Ivan returned to the dressing room prepared for the defendant, and Furnessa also went up to the platform.

The lounge had no door, only a curtain, so that guards could go in and check at any time to prevent the defendant from escaping.

Ivan saw many of his people in the lounge, as well as Navia and Charlotte.

Charlotte is excitedly interviewing Muscovites, contrasting the harsh lives of foreigners with the refined lifestyles of Fontainebleau residents, which always attracts more attention.

Oulu spoke eloquently to Charlotte: "Yes, the desert five hundred years ago was far less harsh than it is today. The legendary wonder, the Eternal Oasis, had inexhaustible water resources..."

As Ivan passed Charlotte, he clearly saw her write in her notebook:

Even the poorest followers of the Red King in the northern desert can't help but straighten their backs when they think of the wealth of the eternal oasis five hundred years ago.

"Ivan, you're here!" Navia walked over excitedly. "Don't worry, the Cardinal's scans are thorough, and any crime will be brought to justice!"

My dear sister, this is exactly what I'm afraid of!

Seeing Ivan's worried expression, Navia patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, if the situation turns against you, I'll step in and sue Marcellus!"

Myles stood behind Navia, staring coldly at Ivan. Silver was still injured, with one leg in a cast and using crutches.

Charlotte finished the interview and came to Ivan's side: "Don't worry, I will definitely support you. How could someone as good as you be a bad guy?"

To bring a lawsuit against a plaintiff or defendant in a trial requires the permission of Navelette or the water god.

Navelette and Frynn knew they were innocent and would agree, but in the end, it was the Cardinal who made the judgment.

Ivan knew he couldn't be innocent, and his gaze drifted involuntarily to the huge wooden crate containing the "Holy Mech," a name his companions had come up with together.

The divine kingdom created by the Crimson King is where all believers in the Flower Goddess and the Crimson King will go after death to the [Sacred Paradise], where they will enjoy fine wine and food, and live forever without dying.

Taking the word "sacred" and adding "mecha," it becomes the Sacred Mecha.

"Hey, hey, hey, as the right-hand partner of the Rose Society's heir, how can you be so dejected when difficulties arise?" Navia waved her hand. "Now, it's time to make some sweet macarons to boost morale!"

Miles pulled out a portable oven from somewhere: "We're always ready for Miss Navia's love of cooking."

Silver had already laid out the ingredients on plates all over the floor: "Eggs, sugar, almonds, I brought them all."

"No, brother. Where did you get all these things from, leaning on your crutches?"

After waiting for a while, just as Navia finished baking the macarons, Vilette's booming voice came from outside.

"Court is in session!"

Navia quickly ran over and placed a warm macaron in Ivan's hand: "Take it out and eat it, be careful it's hot!"

The curtain to the lounge was drawn back, and two guards stood in the doorway: "Mr. Rurik, please."

Ivan silently followed the guard to the defendant's dock.

Both the defendant's seat and the plaintiff's seat are located on an indoor balcony about five meters above the ground. The furthest and highest spectator seats are at the same height as the defendant's and plaintiff's seats.

The Judgment Seat of Navelette and the water god was about ten meters above the ground, the highest point.

Ivan saw Nanka Tsering behind Funina and nodded to him.

Furina thought Ivan was talking to her, so she quickly crossed her legs and raised her head.

Just as Funina was about to break down, she glanced at Ivan out of the corner of her eye and realized he was no longer looking at them.

"Damn it, I've been posing for ages, and you dare to ignore me!"

Navelette tapped her staff downwards, and water elemental energy burst forth across the entire area, refreshing everyone.

"Plaintiff, please state your identity information."

In the plaintiff's seat, Marcel was a tall, slender, bespectacled middle-aged man, dressed elegantly, and every movement he made was extremely graceful.

He first bowed to Navelette, Funina, and the audience before speaking: "I, Marcel, am the president of the Cabrière Chamber of Commerce. Everyone here has used my products."

Then, Marcel pointed at Ivan: "He, Ivan Rurik, is simply..."

Navilette suddenly shouted, "Silence! Now, defendant, please state your identity information."

Marcel bowed to Navelette and apologized for his behavior.

Ivan nodded and said, "My name is Ivan Rurik, and I am the chief of the Moscow tribe in the Flood region of the desert. I have come to Fontainebleau to seek trade cooperation."

Navelette nodded and tapped his cane again:

"Plaintiff Marcellus, please state the specific laws that the defendant has violated."

“Defendant Ivan Rurik, you have the right to remain silent while the plaintiff is speaking, but every word you utter will be used against you in court.”

Marcel bowed again to Navelette, Fryna, and the audience, then pointed at Ivan, his eyes filled with unspeakable rage: "You! Ivan Rurik! You're a madman! You rushed into the Grey River and slaughtered more than twenty residents, then stormed into my bar and went on a killing spree, dismembering a total of ten Fools!"

"boom!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Really? I remember Mr. Rurik was a good person. He even fell unconscious for two days while protecting the others in the secret realm!"

"Hehe, who doesn't have a little hobby? Especially desert people, don't forget they're money-grubbing types."

"No way, I remember they've become the Water God's temporary bodyguards."

"Silence!" Navelette tapped her cane, bringing the noisy scene to a halt. "The defendant may now speak."

Ivan paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

Marcel gripped the balcony railing, glaring at Ivan: "Evidence? Of course I have it, you devil! Lord Vilette, please allow me to present the evidence on the stage!"

With Navelette nodding, a person wearing the uniform of the Fontaine Academy of Sciences took the lead, followed by members of the Special Patrol Team.

Led by Xia Worei, the team pushed in the culture tanks with wheels.

The culture tank contains preservative solution, and what is submerged in the preservative solution is a corpse.

They were the gang members and fools who were killed in the river.

Ivan didn't dispose of the body at all that day!

When Funina saw the corpses, her heart sank.

"Damn it!"