Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Chapter 1143: Capitano's Stand "Frost"

Four days later, in the early morning, on the deck of the Fatui command ship.

Dozens of warships loaded with soldiers and weapons formed an array around them, like a dark cloud hovering near the coast of Nata. The air was filled with the oppressive feeling of impending storm.

During these four days, Nata had already completed the mobilization of the entire nation.

From Sitrali to Katsina, every Natasha took up arms.

Temporary fortifications can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the six major tribes, and everyone is ready to sacrifice to protect their homes.

In order to make the "fake death" scene realistic enough, Capitano took the initiative to act as a middleman, and on the grounds of "avoiding unnecessary casualties", he won an opportunity for Nata and the Fatui to have a last conversation before the war.

Alechino agreed. She didn't want to reach a settlement through negotiation, but just wanted to give Capitano some face and see how many cards Mavica had.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

Mavica also nodded, not with any intention of compromise, but wanting to see for herself how powerful these invaders were.

Both sides knew that this negotiation was just a routine procedure before the war, and no one would back down from the bottom line of "Heart of God" and "Homeland".

Today is the day when this negotiation that is doomed to be fruitless officially begins.

On the deck of the command ship, Alechino turned sideways to a Fatui beside her and conveyed the order clearly.

"Listen, prepare all warships for battle."

"Load the naval guns with live ammunition, and soldiers line up and stand by. Once my signal is given, immediately launch an attack on Nata. After this battle, everything will be over!"

"Yes!" The captain of the Fatui who was named immediately straightened up, responded respectfully, turned around and walked quickly to the communication room to convey the order to the entire fleet.

Not far away on the side of the ship, Tartaglia was holding the railing, looking at Nata with fiery eyes.

He was just like Paimon, who was excited when he saw a table full of delicious food, his eyes were full of uncontrollable anticipation.

"Are we finally going to fight?" A flamboyant smile appeared on Tartaglia's lips.

"Fire God Mavika, I really want to see soon whether your strength can live up to my expectations!"

For him, this negotiation was just an unnecessary prelude. Only real fighting could make him feel the meaning of life.

Alechino described the next course of action and said:

"According to the information sent by Capitano, Mavica has agreed to our proposal. She will then conduct final diplomatic negotiations with us on the shore east of the Flower Feather Society. No mistakes are allowed."

Tartaglia listened to the tedious process of "diplomatic negotiations" and immediately showed an impatient expression on his face, and couldn't help but complain:

"Diplomatic negotiations? That sounds so boring. We have so many troops. Why don't we just attack and tear down Nata's defenses?"

"Wouldn't it be easier if we just defeated Mavica and handed over the Heart of God? Why do we have to go through all this nonsense?"

Negotiations are a waste of time; only real fighting is worth looking forward to.

He felt uncomfortable at the thought of saying some insignificant pleasantries to Mavica.

Alechino turned to look at Tartaglia and said coldly, "Fighting is always the worst option."

"If we can achieve our goal through negotiation and avoid unnecessary casualties, that would be the best solution for us. If we can replicate Fontaine's deal and obtain the Heart of God without bloodshed, that would be even better."

She always remembered the smooth journey to Fontainebleau. As long as the mission could be completed at the lowest cost, there was no need to start a large-scale war.

Moreover, the Nataris have always been brave and good at fighting. If they really fight hard, even if the Fatui can win, they will have to pay a heavy price.

After hearing what Alechino said, Tartaglia felt even more reluctant.

He quietly rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "I actually hope the negotiations break down, so that we can legitimately fight the Vulcan with real weapons."

"I want to see if the title of 'God of War' is just an empty title."

A flash of cold light flashed in Alechino's eyes, and she warned him in a "friendly" tone: "If you dare to deliberately disrupt the negotiations and ruin our plans..."

She didn't finish the rest of the words, but the cold look she gave Tartaglia made his back go cold, and his originally restless thoughts were immediately suppressed.

He quickly raised his hands, forced a well-behaved expression on his face, and promised:

"How could I possibly cause trouble? Even though I enjoy fighting, I know what's important and will definitely prioritize orders. I won't cause you any trouble."

Alechino looked at his "cowardly" look and nodded with satisfaction.

She did not forget that the last time she delivered supplies to Mond, Tartaglia almost got into a fight with the Knight of Favonius named Amber because of a small quarrel. In the end, it was she who stopped them in time to avoid any trouble.

This negotiation is about obtaining the Heart of God. We must not let this battle maniac ruin things. We must keep a tight rein on him in advance.

Suddenly, Alechino discovered a problem. It seemed that someone was missing?

"Where's the Doctor? Why isn't Dotore here?"

As she spoke, she looked around, but she still couldn't see the iconic bird-beak mask figure of Dotole.

When Tartaglia heard Alechino's question, he was also stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I don't know... I didn't see him when I woke up this morning. I guess he's working on some research again."

He added, remembering what Dottore had said to him a few days ago.

"You know what I mean. He doesn't care about the Heart of the God of Fire at all. He's more concerned about Nata's research on dragons and phlogiston. He might even be fiddling with his machines on the research ship right now."

Alechino followed Tartaglia's gaze and looked at the ships loaded with scientific research equipment next to the command ship.

Researchers in white coats were busy back and forth on the deck.

Her face darkened.

"Dotore, I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll order the demolition of those research ships next door, and all your research these days will be wasted."

"one!"

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared from behind Tartaglia.

Dotole, wearing a bird-beak mask and with his hands behind his back, jokingly said, "Are you really that irritable, Alechino?"

"I was just debugging some interesting machinery and wasted a few minutes. No need to dismantle my research ship, right?"

Alechino looked at Dottore who suddenly appeared, and did not hide the displeasure in his eyes at all.

She stepped forward and reminded him in a serious tone, "This isn't a matter of wasting a few minutes."

"You should know that Nata's Heart of God is the last one. The Queen's plan is missing this finishing touch."

"From Monde to Fontaine, we have paid too much: the rich man's money; Madam, the lives of the stragglers..."

"If anything goes wrong at this critical moment, not only your research vessel, but also our lives will be in jeopardy!"

As Dottore listened to Alechino repeatedly emphasize the importance of the Heart of God, even using the Queen's plan to pressure him, he sneered:

“It is foolish to devote energy to actions that yield no reward.”

"The Heart of God is far less valuable to me than Nata's research on phlogiston and dragons."

"I'll leave the specific diplomatic matters to you. I'm not interested in these roundabout negotiations. As for the battle..."

"Just wait and see what happens. If a fight really comes, I have my own way."

After saying that, Dottore no longer paid attention to Alechino's gloomy expression and walked straight towards the boat.

Tartaglia looked at the tense atmosphere between the two men and wisely did not interrupt, but just followed behind silently, but in his heart he was even more looking forward to the breakdown of the negotiations.

This way, we can fight the God of Fire and see what the "method" that Dotore mentioned is. It's really killing two birds with one stone.

Alechino looked at Dottore's back and suppressed the displeasure in his heart.

Now is not the time for internal strife. It won’t be too late to settle accounts with this madman who only cares about his own research after obtaining the Heart of God.

……

At the same time, a negotiation site had already been set up on the beach west of Huayu Club.

It is called "decoration", but it is actually too simple.

An ordinary wooden table was placed in the middle of the beach. The tabletop even had a few obvious scratches. There was a simple wooden chair on each side of the table. Apart from that, there was no other decoration.

This empty beach thus became the last communication platform between Nata and the Fatui.

Mavica stood by the wooden table, her long red hair blown by the sea breeze, her eyes staring sharply at the distant sea level.

The densely packed winter ships were like a dark cloud, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

Soon, a small boat emerged from the group of ships and was slowly drifting towards the land. Three familiar figures could be vaguely seen on the bow of the boat.

Mavica withdrew her gaze from the distance, glanced at "Capitano" standing beside her, and said calmly: "Your colleagues are here."

……

It is worth mentioning that the "Capitano" standing next to Mavica at this moment is not the real First Executor of the Fatui, but a substitute impersonated by the Apostle of the Ice Abyss "Frost".

In order to make this "fake death" scene realistic enough, Yuanshang gave Shuangjiang "calf horse" a cruel and devilish special training during this period of time.

From the way of dealing with people, for example, how to speak in a low tone and how to maintain the dignity of the chief executive when facing colleagues.

To the details of expression, such as the swing of arms when walking and even the frequency of breathing.

Then there's the logical thinking, such as how to behave when facing Mavica, and what expression to show when facing fellow Fatui.

Yuan Shangdu put forward almost harsh and high requirements, which required that the product must be 100% consistent with the prototype.

Under Yuanshang's philosophy of "train until you die", if Shuangjiang is not careful, he will be whipped by Yuanshang with the "spiritual injection stick".

After this hellish training, Shuangjiang now plays the role of "Capitano". His expression, tone and movements are exactly the same as the real Capitano, to the extent that it is difficult to tell the real and fake Monkey King from the real one.

……