Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 125 The Dirty Stronghold

Time passed by, and after an unknown amount of time, a series of crisp footsteps finally echoed faintly from the depths of the cave.

The footsteps approached from afar, each step carrying a strange rhythm and cadence, like ripples spreading across a calm lake when a drop of water falls on its surface.

The sound rippled outwards in concentric circles. As the footsteps drew closer, a figure slowly emerged from the cave entrance.

As he slowly walked towards the mechanism door, the candlelight illuminated his face, revealing him to be a middle-aged man. Behind this man...

Also following were several specialized suppression units, as well as specialized annihilation units and reconnaissance/recording units.

Furthermore, illuminated by the candlelight, a fire elemental eye was visible at the man's waist.

At that moment, the man's gaze fell upon a stone statue in front of the mechanism door.

This stone statue is carved in the shape of an elegant crane, so lifelike that it seems ready to take flight at any moment.

The man slowly raised his hand and gripped the stone statue tightly. Then, he exerted a little force and began to carefully rotate the statue.

He first turned left a few times, then right a few times, his movements appearing quite practiced. After repeating this several times,

Suddenly, a deep, loud rumble of gears turning echoed inside the cave. The sound was deafening, as if the entire cavern was about to tremble.

At the same time, the previously closed mechanism door began to slowly slide to both sides, revealing a passage leading to unknown depths.

The man slowly walked into the passage. Seeing the door open, the three hidden outside, including Qi Hui, followed him inside.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious villa on the west side of Qiufen Mountain, all the nobles from Fontainebleau had already gathered. These nobles were all dressed in magnificent attire.

She sat elegantly at the exquisite dining table, gently swirling a crystal-clear wine glass filled with an enticing color and fragrant aroma.

In this spacious and brightly lit hall, besides the distinguished nobles, a group of well-trained servants moved among the crowd.

They busily served wine to the nobles. Their movements were skillful and their attitude respectful, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Just then, a young woman dressed in a neat maid's outfit walked gracefully to a nobleman, holding a wine bottle, to refill his wine.

However, just as she poured the red wine into the nobleman's glass, she suddenly felt a strange gaze upon her.

The nobleman before her was staring at her body with lustful, greedy eyes.

His once handsome face was now grotesque because of that incredibly lewd smile.

Then, something unexpected happened. This shameless nobleman, in front of countless eyes,

Slowly, a filthy hand reached out and grabbed the woman's pert buttocks. The woman was startled by this sudden act of indecent assault.

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily. The surrounding nobles, however, merely smiled knowingly at the sight. Ah, so in their eyes, the women here...

They were nothing more than playthings for them to have their way with, and the woman knew that resisting such powerful and influential nobles might bring her even greater trouble or disaster.

So he could only suppress his shame and fear, silently enduring this humiliation. After refilling the nobleman's wine,

The woman, like a frightened deer, hurriedly fled the place that disgusted and frightened her. However, she hadn't gone far when...

The nobleman in the gold suit spoke up, "When I go back to my room to rest later, bring me some more red wine, understand?"

The woman trembled upon hearing this. Those words, like the whispers of a demon, seemed to haunt her, and tears welled in her eyes.

But in this place, there was no other choice. The woman could only slowly turn around, bow very respectfully, and say:

“Yes, Lord Gherry,” the woman said, and then hurriedly left. Meanwhile, another nobleman sitting nearby, dressed in a purple-blue tailcoat…

Watching all this, and seeing the woman's retreating figure, a slight, contemptuous, mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips. He then turned his head...

He sneered at the nobleman who had just groped the woman, "I never expected our renowned Lord Gherry to have such poor taste."

"So you only value such vulgar and common women?" Hearing these mocking words, the nobleman remained unperturbed; only a faint smile appeared on his face.

It was as if these words couldn't touch his heart in the slightest. He gracefully reached out, gently picked up the wine glass in front of him, and then slightly raised his arm.

She gestured to the man in the blue tuxedo in front of her, offering him a toast. The man in the tuxedo, in turn, calmly and naturally picked up his own glass.

After exchanging a glance, the two men simultaneously raised their glasses, clinking them together lightly. Then, without hesitation, they both downed their drinks in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, the nobleman put down his glass, his gaze returning to the man in the tailcoat before him. A faint smile still played on his lips as he slowly spoke:

"Indeed, how could such scum possibly catch the eye of our esteemed Young Master Delibo? Compared to us, our Young Master Delibo..."

That's a world of difference! Don't you all think so?" The nobleman deliberately raised his voice when he said this.

The voice echoed throughout the space, seemingly intended to be heard clearly by everyone around. However, faced with these words that were clearly flattering,

The people around him reacted rather coldly. They merely smiled slightly and nodded in agreement, but their eyes showed little enthusiasm or attention.

Upon hearing this, the man in the tuxedo smiled modestly and responded in a low, calm tone:

"You flatter me. Everyone here today is powerful, influential, and renowned. I am only able to gather here with you all thanks to my father's blessing."

"In terms of strength and status, I am truly unqualified to be compared with you all." After saying this, he smiled and gestured to everyone, his attitude respectful and polite.

While the nobles were still flattering each other, a man in a red tuxedo with a mustache looked at Ranach beside him.

Ranach looked quite different now compared to when Loy had last seen him at the Opiclie Opera.

It was as if he had aged decades in that short period of time, and his previously obese body and round face had become much thinner.

His eyes were also very dim and deep, and he sat there expressionless and listless, hunched over, his fingertips interlaced and resting on the table.

The nobleman with the mustache nudged Lanah, who was just starting to come to his senses. "Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing this, the nobleman with the mustache spoke up, "Judging from your current appearance, are you still thinking about that matter at the bottom of the Gray River?"

Hearing this, Ranach helplessly raised his hand to wipe his forehead, then straightened up, glanced at a woman holding a bottle of wine behind him, and snapped his fingers.

The sound attracted the woman's attention, and she looked over to see Lanah beckoning her over. She then carried the wine and went over.

After serving Ranach another glass of wine, the woman slowly left. Finally, Ranach picked up his glass of red wine, took a small sip, and then sighed softly as he spoke:

"The night after that, Maurice, who bought my house, got into trouble. I know the Fools' tricks better than anyone, so how could I not be worried?"

A nobleman in a blue suit standing nearby, upon hearing this, let out a sarcastic laugh, "Ha ha!" Ranach, hearing this laughter, also looked displeased.

"Hmph, Lord Ridleyford, are you in a good mood, or do you feel superior watching me get the short end of the stick?"

Hearing the hint of annoyance in Lanach's voice, the nobleman remained silent, simply raising his hand and pointing with his thumb to the door behind him.

At this moment, the nobles at the table all looked towards the door, and then they saw a noble greeting other nobles.

The group recognized him as Maurice's father.