Genshin Impact: Start by building the empire of frost Chapter 30

The two of them were busy, but the two sides were busy.

In the spiritual space, Fu Li and Ning Guang were sitting and talking.

"After being destroyed by the scattered soldiers and your killing methods, Hai Mo Ling's forces have stabilized for now."

Fu Li held a piece of paper with all kinds of information and talents needed written on it: "I will try my best to find the talents I need."

During this period, he has already had a lot of cause and effect points, so let's prepare to draw all the Liyue forces first, because Ning Guang is too short of manpower.

"I have transferred many people from Yujingtai Company to Hai Moling. You should also take out some people to help as soon as possible."

Ningguang held her forehead and said, "I am so annoyed every day. The purge will vacate a lot of positions."

"This broken place is really a pool of mud. If possible, I really don't want to develop here."

Fu Li also sighed: "Let's work hard for a while. Once we are on the right track, the cause and effect points will come."

"Okay, and this time we need to kill a great nobleman of Vistalia. Who are you going to let go? We can't let this person reveal that he is related to us."

"There is already a candidate, and he is on the way. Don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll leave first. There are still a lot of things for me to deal with." Ningguang waved her hand and said enviously: "It's still the most comfortable to be in the main body. I slack off in class every day..."

"..."

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The Vistalia Empire, one of the strongest countries in the world, as a nobleman of this country, and a marquis, it is naturally a high position and power.

Even after the End War, the boundary between nobles and commoners is gradually becoming blurred, but there is still an invisible gap.

The noble forces that have held power for so many years will naturally not give up and let the common people in their eyes continue to take advantage of them.

Unfortunately, the current emperor Jupiter is determined to weaken the power of the nobles, which makes many old nobles very dissatisfied.

Frederick von Bertani, one of the marquises of the Vestalia Empire, is nearly seventy years old and ruthless.

He served as a field marshal during the End War. Although he has retired now, he still has a strong network in the army.

Today he sat in the church as usual, listening to the lively singing of the choir.

This is one of his new hobbies since the End War.

Perhaps because he had seen the death of countless noble children, he would come to the Church of the Holy Trinity several times a week in his later years to listen to the children's voices in the choir to calm down.

"Poor children, you sacrificed for the benefit of Vestalia, but in the end, His Majesty still wanted to deprive us of the little power we had left..."

Listening to the singing of the choir, Frederick fell into deep thought, and he was constantly disappointed by Jupiter's actions.

The children he mentioned were not the peasants who died the most, but the nobles who went to the battlefield.

After the death of a large number of young male nobles, the power of the nobles weakened, and their heirs had not yet grown up.

Although their wives inherited the title, many of them had not received systematic education for heirs before. Even if there were some outstanding female nobles, they still could not change the general trend of the decline of the entire nobility.

When he thought of this, Frederick felt extremely irritated. If it weren't for the children's voices in the choir that kept soothing his heart, he would probably have done something.

The guards around him were waiting quietly, not daring to disturb him.

Last time, an ignorant guard disturbed him, and now even the body has not been found.

After the choir stopped, Frederick opened his eyes and waved with a smile. The guards behind him quickly picked up the specially prepared candies and sodas to distribute to the children.

It's not that Frederick is so loving. This is just to show his noble demeanor in front of the peasants.

"Take it, children." Frederick's smile looks quite kind, but people who know his background think that he is a man who does things by any means.

Once someone dares to disrespect him, no matter whether the other party is male or female, old or young, they will see his most terrifying side.

"Thank you, sir." The children in the choir said to him happily after getting the candy.

Frederick enjoys this feeling of being respected. In this way, he feels that the rules of this world still need them to maintain.

He took it for granted that children are innocent, so their praise is the best, it is

There is no adult with such dirty thoughts.

Obviously, he never thought that he was also an extremely dirty person.

"It's time to go. I will come again next week." He pinched a child's face and said goodbye to them with a smile.

After leaving the church, when Frederick was about to get on the carriage, he saw the choir teacher following him.

The guard immediately stopped her.

"Stop!"

"This... Master, here is a gift made by the children for you." The choir teacher dressed as a nun said in panic.

Frederick turned around and saw that the female teacher had a gray complexion and heavy dark circles under her eyes, looking like she had not rested well for many years.

"You mean, the children prepared a gift for me?"

"Yes..." The female teacher took out a piece of linen and handed it to the other party, "This is the children's blessing to you, Master. I taught them sewing for several days for this."

Frederick pushed the guard away, stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at the childish handwriting on it, with a very satisfied smile on his face.

"It's a very good gift, I will keep it well."

As a great nobleman in Vestalia, most of the material wealth in the world can't make him excited.

Although the thing the female teacher took out was only made of linen, it perfectly met Frederick's preferences, which gave him the capital to show off to other nobles.

Even the children in the choir were singing about my kindness, Master, which shows that Vestalia still needs me.

When material things can't satisfy a person, he will focus on spiritual needs.

This is the case with Frederick. Perhaps he is unwilling to leave the army and unload the field marshal, and he needs spiritual comfort.

The so-called self-deception is nothing more than this. Even if he is a cunning person, he cannot escape the flaws of his heart.

"Master, can I ask you a question?"

The female teacher suddenly lowered her head and said quietly.

"What?"

Before Frederick could say anything, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. He looked down and saw a blood-red spear piercing his heart.

The female teacher dressed as a nun looked at him expressionlessly at this moment:

"The parents of those children have all died in your hands. Let the descendants of those who died in your hands praise you. Is this your bad taste?"

"You... uh——"

Frederick could no longer speak. Before he died, he saw the mocking eyes of the other party and the horrified eyes of the guards.