Chapter 48 The next move.

In the outskirts of Liyue, between the flowing water, mountains and ruins, countless soldiers of the Fatui are stationed here, secretly researching and replicating the Talisman of No Taboos under the orders of the Executive Officer, Lord [Young Master].

"How's the research going?"

Tartaglia approached the advance team soldiers and asked: "How many are there?"

"Sir, we have basically reached the number we set in advance. We can start implementing the next plan."

The musket guerrilla soldiers clasped their fists and bowed their heads to report.

He took the "No Taboos" scroll brought to him by his subordinates, held it in his palm, and rubbed it with interest.

He casually said, "Not bad. With this power, I think I can have an extra chip to overturn the chessboard."

He smiled nonchalantly, and threw away the talisman that he had squeezed into shapeless pieces in his palm.

In fact, he prefers simple struggles based on physical strength to those that rely on external forces. However, as an alternative means to achieve his goals, he can choose not to use it, but he cannot do without it.

Unfortunately, before the talisman that was carelessly wasted and discarded could fall to the ground, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Tartaglia:

"Overturn the chessboard? With just these, I'm afraid you're not even qualified to sit at the chess table."

Tartaglia was startled, frowned and turned his head. He didn't hear anyone approaching...

"Who is it?"

The subordinate who was originally reporting matters to the young master looked at the newcomer and shouted loudly.

This is a secret base specially found by the Fatui. Not only is the terrain remote, but those who know about it are also kept as small as possible. Apart from the researchers and guards, only the executive officer, Master Gongzi, is left with full responsibility for management.

At this time, a strange face suddenly appeared in the base, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions. The Fool's Fire Gun Guerrilla Soldiers had already set up their guns. Several Water Gun Heavy Guards and Wind Fist Vanguards behind them heard the movement and immediately prepared for attack, pointing their weapons at the newcomers.

The seemingly overwhelming numbers of the Fatui did not intimidate the newcomers. The unexpected visitors remained expressionless and even folded their arms in disdain.

The visitor was a young man, his white clothes were intricate and elegant, his deep sea-blue eyes revealed a chilling look of mourning, his fluffy wolf ears were twitching slightly, and his face showed no emotion.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he politely took out his hands from his trouser pockets and crossed them over his chest. God knows whether he was indicating that he had no intention of attacking or simply changed to a more comfortable posture.

Tartaglia's expression was somewhat unexpected. He frowned slightly, but was also surprised:

"You are... the newly appointed twelfth seat of the Fatui Executive?"

"It's me."

The boy nodded reluctantly.

He introduced himself patiently: "Bai Yiweier, codename Hidden Wolf."

The musketeer guerrilla soldier, who was one step behind the young master and closest to the opponent, froze in his position with his gun raised, and his fingers trembled a little when he heard this.

He had heard from his colleagues in the team that this new executive had fought a big battle with the Eighth Seat of the Fatui Executive, Lady, and the result was terrifying...

The Lord [Hidden Wolf] who seemed to be at the bottom was not only slightly better, but even had a crushing advantage.

No one knows why the queen, who had always allocated seats to executive officers based on their strength, originally placed this god in the twelfth seat.

Seeing that the noble executive officer's emotionless eyes were fixed on his superior Tartaglia, the musketeer guerrilla pulled his gun back two inches without permission, trying to minimize his presence as much as possible.

The other party had just said something sarcastic, but by observing the tone and expression, Tartaglia felt that this colleague might not be provoking, but rather stating the facts...

But since this guy had made fun of him behind his back, it was hard for him to resist thinking that his new colleague was the type that was easy to get along with.

"I'm glad to meet new colleagues from my home country here, but...what do you mean by that sentence just now?"

Dadalia was not a pushover either, he asked with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Literally."

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked uninterested, less aggressive and more lazy and sleepy.

He barged into her research field without paying attention to him and said some provocative words without explaining himself. Dadalia almost slapped him in the face.

I just felt that the boy in front of me looked young, and his fluffy wolf ears were even a little cute. His attitude was neither as arrogant as the lady nor as sharp-tongued as the scattered soldier, as if the world owed him eight million...

But for some reason it makes people want to start a fight.