novelhk Chapter 406: The Fatui Executive's Actions
Chapter 406: The Fatui Executive's Actions
Takara Sand is located in the circular island belt of Kannazuka. It is a natural circular island, inlaid in the shape of a crescent between Narukami Island and Yamo Island. The towering mountains overlook the sea from a high place and surround the huge forging furnace in the center.
Sparse craftsmen can be seen working in the gaps between the mountains. They look numb, their clothes are soaked with sweat, and the atmosphere is as dead silent as a grave.
Around them were neatly arranged soldiers of the Fool supervising them, with one soldier every three steps and one guard every ten steps. They all had indifferent expressions and a cold aura gradually spread.
Smoke and dust rose into the sky everywhere, and the crystallized bone marrow piled up all around reflected a cold and biting light.
The clustered forging furnace made a beast-like noise in the air, like a heart beating strongly and powerfully.
At this time, a man at the edge was complaining.
"You are a bunch of ignorant barbarians. If I get the chance, I will go to the Executive Office and sue you for threatening foreign friends, foreign consultants, and foreign engineers..."
"Hey! What are you mumbling about? Get back to work!"
A member of the Fatui nearby suddenly shouted.
"No, no, I'll get to work right away...get to work."
Xavier quickly turned around with an attentive smile, shrank his neck, and finished the work in his hands.
Xavier felt miserable.
As a member of the Fontaine engineering team specially invited by Inazuma, he volunteered to stay and take charge of the subsequent work after the reconstruction of the Gokage furnace core was completed.
After such a long time, he felt that even if he had no credit, he should have worked hard. How could he have fallen to this point?
But some time ago, the arrival of a group of uninvited guests shattered his fantasy.
The fools packed him off and burned his house down.
He was thrown here to work, 24 hours a day, six hours for sleep, one hour for three meals, and all the other time was spent on work.
This is simply inhumane!!
Even the owner of the Winter North Bank, the ninth executive officer [Rich Man] Pantalone, has a working schedule far shorter than this!
Aren’t these beasts afraid of being hung on the street lamp?
Xavier regretted it so much.
If he had known that he would face such a disaster if he stayed, he should have followed the team back to Fontaine!
"Hey, when will this day end..."
Xavier sighed, his expression crumpled, and continued with his work.
.........
The scattered soldier stood at the top of the Imperial Shadow Furnace, overlooking the ant-like crowd below, a twisted look of disgust emerging on his handsome and even pretty face.
This place held too many memories from his past, making him feel like he had something stuck in his throat, as if a thousand ants were crawling and gnawing at his heart.
Oh... I almost forgot, he has no heart at all.
"Are you crazy? You dare to act so brazenly here. Although I have no doubt that the woman will walk out because of this, the other guy is not so easy to deal with."
The soldier spoke in a sinister tone. He turned his head and stared at the man behind him with his vicious and gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
The man's height is not much different from that of a skirmisher, so maybe we should call him a teenager?
He was wearing a silver-gray shirt made of extraordinary material, and several black leather belts adorned his body like poisonous snakes.
He was wearing black leather gloves and was looking at the soldiers with his arms crossed over his chest.
The test tubes hanging on the black leather pants are colorful, but all of them are crystal clear and translucent.
The blue hair hangs on both sides of the cheeks, and the bird-beak mask on the face shines with metallic luster.
The young man's thin lips were slightly raised, as if filled with unparalleled pride.
He slowly walked towards the scattered soldiers, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of suppressed madness.
"Haha, Scaramucci, I don't think your focus is here. For example..."
The smile on the boy's mask became deeper and deeper.
"Niwa, right?"
"Humph!"
The soldier snorted coldly and clenched his fists. Brilliant lightning appeared in the void, circling around the young man, and exploding with endless arcs of electricity.
The young man looked straight at him, his expression not changing at all, showing that he had nothing to fear.
"Just pray sincerely that the plan can go smoothly. Otherwise, I don't mind cutting off one more slice of Dotorre."
The scattered soldier said coldly.
The boy's expression remained the same, "If you can do it."
The skirmisher narrowed his eyes.
Crackling...
Electric arcs exploded beside the ears, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The dark blue and deep purple auras suddenly rose and filled the entire space. The two of them were like tit for tat, neither giving an inch.
"........."
"........."
In the next moment, both of them withdrew their momentum at the same time.
"Where's Rosalyn?"
The scattered soldier changed the subject and asked about the whereabouts of [Lady].
The boy shrugged. "She said a bunch of incomprehensible words and then left on her own. Although I didn't understand, what she meant was that this place was disgusting and dirty, and she wanted to go upstairs to relax."
The scattered soldier's face darkened a little.
As expected, none of his so-called colleagues were reliable!
That’s right, this trip to Inazuma was initiated by Sanbing.
Out of fear of the figure in his memory who suddenly tried to kill him, and thinking that he might encounter him in the future when he tried to seize the Heart of the Thunder God, Sanbing immediately prepared to resolve the future trouble, and so he led a group of Fatui back to the territory of Inazuma without stopping.
He even summoned the executive officers to beat up the other party.
Thinking of this, the scattered soldiers became so angry that their teeth itched.
Although in his memory the two opponents were not as strong as himself, if he really met them, he would inevitably suffer a loss when fighting one against two, and it would be difficult to stop them.
So the scattered soldier thought about finding a few colleagues to go together. If nothing else, at least the numbers would be fair, right?
But the reality is always unsatisfactory.
There is no need to think about the top three seats, they will definitely not be shaken by the words of the scattered soldiers.
The four [servants] were busy in Fontaine planning the Heart of the Water God and were too busy to spare any time.
The fifth seat [Rooster] and the ninth seat [Rich Man] are committed to a life of hiding from the world. They usually stay at home and hide in the winter without taking a single step out.
The seventh seat [Puppet] is a researcher. Although his situation is not as serious as the above two, he also does not want to go out and does not care about stragglers at all.
All in all, the people that Sanbing could invite were only two people from the eighth seat [Ladies] and the eleventh seat [Gentlemen].
In fact, if we start from a practical point of view, the young master is undoubtedly the one with the greatest possibility of being invited by the scattered soldiers.
First, he had just been promoted and was eager to prove himself with achievements. Second, he had a lot of free time. Third, he was a battle maniac and would come running over as long as he was told that the reward was to fight with him.
So Sanbing chose to invite [Ms.].
The reason is simple, he doesn't want to be with idiots.
But that's the coincidence.
I convinced the [lady] and was about to set off.
The young slice and the son of Dotorre actually came to the door on their own initiative.
The former was sent here because the main body was interested in what happened to the skirmishers.
The latter simply came out to buy groceries and met the young man Slicing, followed him all the way, and happened to run into the two Sanbing.
So by chance they formed a team of four and set off for Inazuma.