Genshin Impact: Invincible! Starting from kidnapping Linnet

Chapter 585 The Reclusive Prophet Viserfnir

Inside the prison, Navelette looked at the corpses of the jailers lying on the floor. She couldn't help but admire Raelil's decisiveness.

Tick ​​tock...

The sound of water dripping on the ground could be heard, and every now and then a few strangely shaped rats would dart around nearby; the environment was quite poor.

Based on this comparison, the prison in Canria and the one in Fontainebleau are worlds apart.

Let's not talk about the prisoners' food. Why not?

After all, the meals in Melo Petersburg are rather unpredictable, but at least you can get a full meal.

"Um..."

Navelette held a pocket watch in his hand, glanced at the time, and realized he still had more than ten minutes before he could appear, which was specially arranged by Han Yu.

In front of me was a long corridor, with the doors of individual prison cells on either side.

With nothing else to do, Navelette wandered around aimlessly. A pungent stench permeated the air; the conditions here were appalling. Some of the prisoners in the cells were already dead, reduced to skeletons.

"That Villette!"

A slightly authoritative male voice echoed down the corridor. He remembered the voice; it belonged to the prince arranged by Han Yu, a renowned nobleman.

"What is it?" Navelette tightened her sleeves.

"Cough..." The prince was almost driven mad by Villette. Now that things have come to this, you're asking me what's wrong? Didn't you personally send me in here?!

"Well then, Mr. Villette, I'll give you more money than you can spend in a lifetime, how about that? Let me go." The prince finally regained some of his senses.

One hour ago...

The ground suddenly trembled violently! The prince was startled awake. Because he had made arrangements with everyone, he was doing fairly well here.

After all, the jailers here are well aware of this person's identity. If they flatter him well enough, he might give them an official position when he gets out someday, which would be better than suffering here.

"Someone is coming."

"Your Highness, what are your orders?" The speaker was an old jailer, who was really eager to get promoted.

Before the man could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed past, taking the old jailer down to the ground with him, a dagger lodged in his chest!

"Oh no! There's a monster..."

Hearing the commotion outside, the prince probably guessed what had happened! There must be something wrong with what Rhinedoth was researching.

But here's the problem: the old guard in charge is dead, and the key to the cell is still in the duty room. What if that thing gets here? Wouldn't I be torn to pieces?

That's why the prince suppressed his urge to berate Vilette and instead put on a fawning smile. Interesting. He'd dominated the empire for so many years, seen all sorts of storms, and had plenty of money. He'd never met anyone unmoved by money!

What kind of impartial and incorruptible judge? No, no, no, it's just that you haven't given enough!

If Han Yu were there, judging from the other person's expression, he would definitely say something like, "Hey... you've finally met him today."

Perhaps if it were someone else, the other person might have thought it through and struggled with their mindset, but Violet remained unmoved at this moment.

He's a man... he's a dragon, he shouldn't be swayed by money, but rather he's never lacked money.

In Fontaine, it's no exaggeration to say that Vilette is in charge of everything. He's not short of money, and besides, no one would recognize the money from Canria anyway.

Fucaros handed over all power to him; even if Frinna became the water goddess, it was still Vilette who ruled Fontaine. As for Fou, well... all she had to do was be beautiful!

"I heard you're not married yet? I have several very beautiful daughters, some of the most stunning beauties in the empire..." The prince smiled, awaiting Vilette's reply.

Good heavens! This guy wants to be Villette's father-in-law?

"Hey? Where is everyone?"

The prince's furious voice echoed throughout the corridor as he berated Villette as an impervious wretch. Shortly after, the cell door was ripped open by claws, followed by screams of agony.

Navelette walked deeper into the prison, encountering Rael along the way. However, Rael concealed his presence, and Rael only felt a stream of water pass by.

...

“Villet?...Sir, right?” Visavernil was dressed in a court robe and leaned on a cane. He was calm and composed, not at all like a prisoner.

"Yes."

Viserfnir appeared calm, but was actually extremely anxious.

He is, after all, a prophet. First, Dain will send someone to rescue him; that kind-hearted younger brother with a strong sense of justice never disappoints him.

But the most important thing is that the power will be unleashed, at which point he can use it for his own purposes. Outsiders say that he and the Sage Helotati are the Black King's most trusted people.

But the result was quite the opposite; the two of them, without prior agreement, divided up the power and betrayed the Black King.

Calling these two the most cunning and manipulative people in Kanria is no exaggeration. They know how to be patient, are adept at scheming and manipulating others, and even their closest relatives are merely pawns in their path to power.

“What if I say I insist on leaving?” Viserfnir gripped his cane, and a wisp of black mist appeared at his feet, which looked very eerie.

"You are a sinner. As the High Judge, without the King's permission..."

Before Vilette could finish speaking, the other party turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from the spot.

But the next second, the black smoke seemed to crash into an indistinct barrier, and ripples of water appeared on the barrier.

"I never expected that you, as the Grand Inquisitor, would be so unassuming." Viserfnir suddenly sneered, but then thought about it again.

“My prophecy will not be wrong. The Black Sun Dynasty is destined to perish, but we are destined to become special beings in this world.”

As the black mist dissipated, Viserfnir closed his eyes and stretched out his left hand, as if to win over Vilette.

"How about it? Join us, and I won't mind giving you that power to make you even stronger."

Villette frowned. How come Han Yu had predicted everything this guy did?

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Viserfnir chuckled in a deep voice, "I admit you have some strength, but in the face of that kind of power..."

Five minutes later...

It must be admitted that before Viserfnir divided up that power, he did have some means and strength, but he was no match for Vilet.

"How can he be so strong?" Viserfnir gasped.

This power is beyond description; it can only be described as abnormal.

As for why it was five minutes? For the first four minutes and fifty-five seconds, Vilette was just imprisoning the other party, but this guy was too talkative and annoyed the dragon, so a big jet of water knocked down the great prophet, Mr. Vesefenel.

"No wonder the prophecy couldn't detect you. It turns out you and Han Yu are both outsiders. You're really good at disguising yourselves."

Viserfnir crouched in the corner, sighing repeatedly, but more than anything, filled with anxiety. According to the prophecy, his younger brother Dain was already confronting the Black King at this time, and as for that power...