On the streets of Fontaine,
Every street lamp had an old noble remnant hanging from it like a swinging pendulum, swaying softly in the breeze and emitting a half-dead groan.
Mondstadt was so much better—the old nobles there were either hanged one by one in the streets or stripped of all their power. Unlike the nobles of Fontaine, who were utterly towering in power and morally corrupt, leaving that honest dragon Neuvillette without a proper reason to deal with them.
Chapter 47