Genshin Impact: Start by establishing the Kingdom of Winter

The king was so angry at Puccini's words that he trembled all over. He really couldn't imagine that Prime Minister Puccini, who had been diligently governing Byersos for five years, would actually launch a coup today.

You know, he trusted Puccini so much because he never interfered in military affairs.

But today the palace guards didn't react at all.

Flamborough III, feeling bad, stared at the two fiercely and said:

"Faints, I heard that the Witch of Fire and a young master both called themselves Faints. I didn't expect you two were actually in the same group."

"Witch of Fire... Hehe, if Signora heard you, she would probably burn you to ashes immediately." Pantalone laughed:

"But unfortunately, you won't be able to meet them."

The Faints were still a little famous in this world before, such as the eighth seat "Lady" Signora, and the eleventh seat "Prince" Tartaglia, who have been active in this world as Faints executives in the past few years.

It's not strange that Flamborough III has heard of their reputation.

It's just that I didn't expect these two people to be the executives of the Faints! I have never heard of any contact between the two and them before.

"Pucciniera, Pantalone..." Flamborough III gritted his teeth and looked at the two. At this time, he had already understood that the entire country and the palace were controlled by them.

"Why do you do this? Isn't it enough that I gave you the title of Duke!"

The roar resounded throughout the hall, and the others trembled under the cold gaze of the Fatui soldiers.

"I don't need to explain to you anymore." Pucciniera waved his hand, having lost interest in talking to him.

Slowly walking in front of Flamborough III, he was obviously a very short guy, but at this time he had an inexplicable pressure, which made people frightened.

Following Pucciniera were two tall female Fatui, each holding a mirror in their hands, wearing dark blue clothes, and their eyes were covered.

The cold air continued to emanate from them, making people who approached them feel icy cold.

"Let the ladies of the mirror take you on your way." Pucciniella nodded his cane, and the lady of the mirror beside him pointed the mirror at Flamborough III.

"No, no, you can't do this to me!" Flamborough III was frozen by the approaching cold and couldn't get up.

"The international community will not recognize... you... you..." The ice and snow covered Flamborough III at a very fast speed, and he didn't have time to finish his last words.

The moment the lady of the mirror froze his whole body, his heart was destroyed.

Pantalone leaned against the pillar of the hall, looked at the servants and slaves who were in a state of panic and said: "Your king is dead, so what will you do next?"

What to do? They didn't know what to do.

Whether they can survive is unknown.

The servant who was about to take the slave away knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Please forgive me, my lords..."

"Don't be nervous." Pantalone walked over to him and squatted down, patting his head which was still kowtowing: "I heard that Flamborough III would buy a large number of subhuman slaves from Haimering for his enjoyment every time."

"But he doesn't know that many slaves have been enjoyed by you servants who selected slaves before he can enjoy them."

"What a loyal and commendable servant."

Pantaronie laughed sarcastically, and as soon as he finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on the servant's face: "I... uh——"

Before the other party could say anything, the servant covered his neck, rolled on the ground as if suffocating, and then kept grabbing his body.

In less than a minute, this "loyal and commendable" servant went to hell with his king.

When the beautiful subhuman slaves saw Pantalone, who was squinting his eyes and smiling while killing people in a strange way, they quickly huddled aside, trembling constantly and looking at him with fear.

As slaves who were trafficked here, they had no freedom at all. Now they had witnessed this rare palace coup, and they knew that their fate would not be good.

"Ah, am I so terrible?" Pantalone sighed.

"Poor subhumans, they could have had a good life, but they have fallen to this." Puccini turned around and walked to the subhuman slaves hiding together.

Around.

"Go get them some clothes to cover their bodies." Pucciniella instructed a lady with a hidden mirror and said to them:

"Children, have you ever thought about why you have become like this?"

When the subhuman slaves saw Pucciniella asking them in a gentle voice, they didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Put on your clothes quickly, poor children." The lady with a hidden mirror found some clothes in the hall and handed them to Pucciniella.

He put the gorgeous robes designed for Flamborough III on them and continued:

"This world is so terrible. The oppression of these royal nobles has turned your life, which could have been wonderful, into what it is now."

"Don't worry, children. We, the Fatui of the Winter Kingdom, were established for the ideals of the noble Queen of Ice."

"Nothing will happen to you, and no one will enslave you in the future. I promise you in the name of Pucciniera, the fifth executive officer of the Fatui of the Winter Kingdom, the rooster." Pucciniera comforted the subhuman slaves.

His tone was gentle. If it weren't for the coup that just happened, anyone who saw him would only think he was harmless.

While Pucciniera was telling the subhuman slaves about the future of the Winter Kingdom, a Fatui soldier beside him took out a camera and was shooting this touching scene.

"What a politician..."

Pantaronie said to himself as he watched this scene.

Although the Kingdom of Winter is nominally a monarchy led by the Ice Queen, after Fu Li's magic changes, it has long been different from the systems of this world. It is just a shell.

As for the noble ideals of the Ice Queen, they have also been changed. After all, there is no justice, so let's change it to something else. Anyway, it's all for the happiness of mankind.

Those subhuman slaves obviously didn't encounter such a situation today. After Puccini's consolation and speech, they looked at him with shining eyes and admiration after a while, almost treating him like a father.

Obviously, those thoughts of his previous life were brought here casually, and after being spoken by a person like Puccini, they were almost irresistible to the slaves who were trapped in hell and rescued here.

Then Puccini let the two soldiers of the Fools lead the slaves away. They were reluctant to leave and seemed to have many things to say to him.

Is this the so-called "kind father"?

Pantalone looked at everything in front of him with great interest, thinking about it in an unfocused way.