Chapter 391: Everyone is evil!

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When the descendants of Arjuna's family reunited, a high-level secret meeting was being held in the distant Solstice Kingdom.

Except for Dadalia and Xinora, who went to Liyue to perform a mission, all the other Fool executives were present.

The executives, who are nominally colleagues, stand scattered, silent and hidden in the intersection of light and shadow.

At this moment, it was the polar night of the solstice country, and the cold wind was like a silver blade, piercing the buildings on the street.

Almost all the residents of Solstice sat with their families in front of the fire, chatting, eating freshly baked apple pies, and telling children the fairy tales of Solstice.

And unlike a warm private residence, Her Majesty the Queen's palace is a place that truly isolates all warmth.

The hot breath exhaled by humans condensed into ice crystals in the air, and gradually fell into snowflakes as the temperature dropped. The Fool Executives silently surrounded the long table. Even the sound of breathing was clear in the silent hall, and no one was willing to show any unnecessary expressions.

After receiving the news from Piero, they temporarily put aside their tasks and gathered at the Winter Palace.

It's just that the time for meeting notification has long passed, and the "harlequin" who was the initiator of the rally has not yet appeared.

The relationship between the executives among the Fools is not as harmonious as it appears on the surface, and long periods of time together seem to make some people impatient.

The "Doctor" gently shook the test tube in his hand, observing the flow and collision of the liquid inside through the beak mask, indifferent to everything around him.

"Captain" stood upright, his expression unclear due to the mask on his face. "Puppet" Sandone put his hands on his lap, sitting obediently in the hands of the giant puppet in a dress, and talked to the puppet in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Cock" Puccinella and "Rich Man" Pantalone, two capitalists who respectively control the politics and economy of the Solstice Kingdom, dislike each other, but they still look at each other with smiles. "Skicker" Scaramucci The "servant" Arlecino was always indifferent to all his colleagues.

Only the "girl" is singing.

She seemed to have known in advance the reason why the clown had gathered everyone. She hummed an ethereal melody. Her black hair was scattered on her hanging white skirt. The crow feathers on the brim of her hat swayed slightly. Her face had a look that was completely different from that of other executives. Different innocent smiles, but even more creepy.

"Destiny made a prophecy..."

"The sun will rise in blood, but it will have neither the color of blood nor the hour of dawn."

Columbia stopped singing, and his dull voice revealed confusion and sadness.

If you distinguish carefully, you can tell that the melody she just hummed is almost the same as the melody Wendy sang over Liyue Port, but it is more sad.

"It seems that Miss Colombia's information channels are broader than our mayor's policies."

The girl's voice was followed by playful teasing.

Pantalone has his slender fingers intertwined. His dark blue gloves are embroidered with silver patterns between the fingers. His hands are covered with various gemstone rings. He always seems to have an elegant and gentle smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He wears glasses. The gold chain on the frame swayed with the earrings.

"If you are referring to the policy on jointly prohibiting private appropriation of state-owned assets, then the punishment can indeed be called tolerant."

Puccinella also wore a stylish high hat, pressed his hands on the top of his cane, and spoke in a straight tone with the light reflecting off the right lens of his round glasses.

Pantalone tilted her head upward slightly, showing an expression of playful regret.

"But the plan to make Northland Bank the financial heart cannot be suspended indefinitely..."

The verbal confrontation ended with the rich man's emotional speech, but both of them were scheming people, and they didn't know what conspiracy they were plotting in their hearts at this moment.

"Columbia, if this matter is related to the honor of the Fools, it is better to tell it in advance so that the other executives can understand."

The tall Capitano turned to face the girl, his tone was calm and majestic.

The captain knew about the grudge between the rich man and the rooster, but he didn't think such a quarrel was of any benefit. He was more concerned about the clown's intentions than repeatedly testing the bottom line of policies and laws.

So Capitano got down to business.

However, the girl didn't seem to hear the captain's question. She raised her hand towards the bright light. The emotion under the blindfold could almost be called numbness and confusion.

"It turns out that the "captain" who prides himself on being upright doesn't know what happened. "

The person who answered was the "Doctor" who put the test tube into his robe. He stood up and stepped on the giant snowflake pattern on the central floor of the Hermitage. Under the mask, he pretended to be suppressed and said in a fanatical tone: "Broken things...maybe better than... Overall it has more research value.”

As if he was used to these colleagues with Riddler attributes, the captain did not react to Dotore's sarcasm, but just returned to the silence of a rock on the sea cliff.

"If Piero doesn't show up again, I'm going back to the Hearth House."

Arecino was staring at the falling frost and snow outside the window expressionlessly. After listening to the conversation of several people, he looked away impatiently. His brows were furrowed, and the red cross in the black hole was particularly eye-catching.

"It's a waste of time to stay with you rich businessmen and dignitaries who lack empathy and only find excuses to hide in winter..."

"The kids are still waiting for their meals and training tonight."

Through the frosted glass, Arecino looked at the clock tower outside the Winter Palace. He seemed quite worried about the situation of the Hearth House, but the last half of his sentence came from the words of this man who artificially created orphans and then took them for his own use. When the dean said it, he looked extremely sarcastic.

"Huh hahaha... It's better to say that if you don't train, you won't have food, right?"

"It's rare that there are good prospects in that orphanage full of pain and hypocrisy, but they were sent to Mondstadt so easily."

The skirmisher put his feet on the long table and taunted him with a bad character. The wanderer's red-colored hat was placed on his chest. His short dark blue hair matched his purple waistband, giving people the impression of the vastness of the universe. The majesty of the space.

"You ignorant doll abandoned by God, why are you so proud?"

There was obvious anger in Arecino's words, and when he heard the other party calling him an abandoned doll, the skirmisher's expression quickly darkened, and he turned his head to stare at the servant with red hair.

In a long time ago, Skirmisher understood from betrayal that everything in the world is just a cover for deception, so his chest will no longer be touched by the world, and he has abandoned the inferior emotions of human beings.

But if anyone dares to mention this past in front of him, he will get an extremely sad ending.

The conflict between Arecino and Scaramucci attracted the attention of the other executives. Everyone looked at the two men who were about to fight, and even looked forward to it.

"That's enough, Scaramucci..."

Just at this moment of tension, footsteps suddenly sounded from the head of the long table. The belated "Harlequin" appeared from the shadows and slowly walked into the light. The faint light illuminated his unmasked half. The face is like a star child with a snow-white beard.

At this point, all members of the Fools have gathered except for the "Master" and "Lady" who are performing the mission.