“Alex, even if you have this seal, it is far from enough.” Arlecchino’s expression was solemn, his tone as cold as frost, “When that old thing gets shameless, he doesn’t even want a face.” “I have never pinned my hopes on him either,” Alex replied calmly.
Arlecchino heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly, “So, your plan is not just to use public opinion to ban human experimentation.” “Correct,” Alex admitted frankly, “No matter how loud the public opinion is, if no one responds, it will eventually dissipate with time.” Arlecchino folded his hands on the table and looked at him with interest: “Then what is your real plan?” Alex just smiled and did not answer.
Arlecchino’s expression suddenly turned colder, “Since you refuse to say it, then the cooperation between the House of the Hearth and you ends here!” “I can tell you the real plan,” Alex was not in a hurry, his expression remained calm, “But you must let me join the House of the Hearth.” After hearing this, Arlecchino fell into deep thought.
Back then he had rejected him because he saw through the deep-seated hatred in his bones.
That hatred would tear apart the peace of the House of the Hearth.
But now it was different; the outstanding talent the other party had shown recently was enough to make him waver.
Furthermore, he himself was equally eager to abolish human experimentation.
After weighing it for a long time, he finally spoke: “From now on, just call me ‘Father’.” However, to his surprise, Alex shook his head and refused: “Lord Arlecchino, I don’t want to be your child anymore.” Arlecchino frowned slightly, “Then what do you want to become?” “Naturally, it is your—” Alex raised his eyes and crashed straight into his black and red eyes, his gaze carrying a touch of almost reckless offense.
In an instant, a chill swept through the entire room like a tide.
The pressure around Arlecchino surged, like an abyss awakening.
Alex felt a mountain press down on his shoulders, and even his breathing became difficult and heavy.
The person before him was dangerously heart-stopping.
He made a prompt decision and added the second half of the sentence: “Younger brother.” As soon as the words fell, the pressure around him dissipated instantly, the feeling of suffocation vanished, and his breathing finally returned to normal.
Arlecchino stared at him expressionlessly, and after a long while, said indifferently: “I still think it is more appropriate to be your ‘Father’.” “That was the past,” Alex smiled indifferently, “But now, it’s different.” He took a deep look at him, stopped dwelling on it, and returned to the main topic: “Speak, what exactly is your real plan?” Alex didn’t tease him anymore and recounted all his plans.
Arlecchino listened quietly, the surprise in his eyes deepening little by little, followed by undisguised appreciation and amazement.
The young man who once knelt before him and wanted to provide for his old age had actually grown to this point.
It’s just…
he is a bit too reckless.
Soon, Alex finished explaining everything and took the initiative to take his leave.
On the way back, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind: [Arlecchino friendship +10] [Arlecchino friendship -10] Alex was slightly stunned.
What does this…
mean?
…
Fontaine, Palais Mermonia top-floor suite.
Golden morning light shone through the high windows, bathing the entire room in a soft, warm gold.
Furina lay lazily on the soft large bed, eyes slightly closed, eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttering gently with even breathing, as if immersed in a sweet dream.
Suddenly, a soft doorbell rang, waking him from his sleepiness.
He let out a long yawn, got up with sleepy eyes, walked to the door barefoot, and gently opened the door.
Standing outside the door was his Melusine housekeeper, Sedene.
The furry little hands were steadily holding a silver tray, on which was placed an exquisite breakfast and a copy of the just-delivered The Steambird.
“Lord Furina, this is your breakfast and today’s The Steambird.” “Thank you!” Furina took the tray groggily, turned and walked to the dining table, and set it down casually.
Afterwards, he walked into the bathroom to wash up.
The warm water flowed over his fair skin, dispelling the remaining sleepiness.
After washing up, he sat down at the vanity and meticulously arranged his makeup and hair accessories in the mirror.
As a high-profile superstar in Fontaine, he was very concerned about his image.
After confirming that he was still radiant, Furina sat gracefully at the dining table, enjoying breakfast while opening the newspaper.
Suddenly, a headline caught his eye: “The Vanished Her”.
He immediately became interested, tapped the page with his fingertips, and began to read the suspense novel.
After reading just a few lines, he was completely immersed in it.
When he saw “The wife tells the husband they never had a daughter,” Furina’s pupils shrank, and the iconic white ahoge on his head uncontrollably stood up high!
Breakfast had long been forgotten.
At this moment, he just wanted to know the truth.
As the plot progressed layer by layer, his expressions changed constantly: sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes showing panic, his fingertips unconsciously tightening on the edge of the newspaper.
The moment the truth was revealed, his pretty face flushed with excitement, and he couldn’t help but exclaim: “A completely unexpected twist, brilliant, really brilliant!” The story didn’t end there; at the end of the text, a shocking “fact” was attached: “According to incomplete statistics, in the past year, more than 1,500 children have gone missing in the Winter Capital…” Furina was stunned.
The excitement in his eyes gradually settled into deep respect and shock.
The author of this novel not only told a wonderful story but also shifted people’s attention to these missing children through the story.
His heart remained unsettled for a long time.
He stood up, paced back and forth in the room, and finally made up his mind: he must do something.
After thinking it over repeatedly, Furina picked up a pen and wrote a letter, hoping Snezhnaya would pay attention to these children.
Of course, this was anonymous.
Those Fatui guys looked very hard to deal with.
Besides him, many Fontaine readers who were moved by the novel wrote letters expressing the same hope.
Most of them were relatively restrained and gentle.
But the people in the Winter Capital were different…