In the stillness of the late night, Lin Yide sat at his desk, a cup of coffee brewed by Lyney in his hands, savoring its rich aroma.
At that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice rang out, "Congratulations, Host, on completing the trial event—killing Rocky Avildsen. You have been awarded 400 trial points."
Hearing this, he couldn't help but mentally criticize the system's stinginess.
Rocky Avildsen was practically a One-Punch Man in the game, and even in reality, he had risked his life to defeat him.
And all he got was 400 trial points?
His current total was only 700 points, a far cry from the 5,000 needed to exchange for the Vision.
It seemed he had to speed up his efforts to cause trouble for the nobles, hoping they would be generous enough to let him farm more trial points.
After finishing writing "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes II," Lin Yide felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.
He stood up, walked to the bedroom, lay down on the soft bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
…
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Lin Yide's face.
However, he wasn't awakened by the warm sunlight, but by the noisy commotion outside.
His head was a little dizzy, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his mind.
Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Old Dirk entered. His face was etched with worry.
"Young Master, there are many students from the Fontaine Research Institute protesting outside the villa," Old Dirk said anxiously.
Lin Yide yawned casually, seemingly unconcerned. "Let them protest. Young people have nothing better to do."
Old Dirk opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something more, but didn't continue.
Lin Yide stepped forward and gently patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "It's alright!"
With that, Lin Yide began to dress and wash up in an orderly manner.
Once he was ready, he strolled leisurely towards the dining room.
Inside, Lyney and Lynette were already sitting at the table, their faces filled with worry.
Clearly, they were also affected by the protests outside.
Lin Yide, however, acted as if nothing had happened, calmly taking his seat.
He cleared his throat and said in a calm tone, "Lyney, Lynette, you must remember to remain calm and composed at all times. Don't be easily disturbed by external things."
Hearing his words, Lyney lowered his head in shame. "Yes, Father, I understand," he said sincerely.
Lynette echoed, "We will remember, Father."
Seeing their reactions, Lin Yide nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he began to enjoy his breakfast.
His composure and calmness instantly infected Lyney and Lynette.
The fear and worry in their hearts gradually dissipated.
After breakfast, Lin Yide walked out of the door.
The scene outside immediately came into view: groups of emotionally charged students, holding up various banners and signs, chanting protest slogans against him.
He stepped forward and glared at them.
In that instant, the noisy scene seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, becoming silent as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Lin Yide said slowly in an icy tone, "Lower your voices, or I won't mind inviting you all for tea, one by one."
With that, he didn't linger, walking straight through the crowd and striding away.
The students were intimidated by his powerful aura, and no one dared to stop him.
After a while, some students mustered the courage to wave their banners again, continuing their protest.
But compared to before, their voices were much weaker.
…
After leaving home, Lin Yide took a ship to the Opera Epiclese.
The Fontaine Aquabus had not yet been built, making travel inconvenient.
He had heard that the Spina di Rosula was encountering great difficulties in building the Aquabus.
The ship sailed smoothly on the water for more than an hour, finally reaching its destination.
After getting off the ship, he saw many students holding various banners and signs protesting against him again.
Ignoring these agitated students, he walked steadily into the opera house.
The opera house was already bustling with activity, and the audience seats were almost full.
A highly anticipated trial was about to begin, and the defendant was Baron Colton, the Dean of Academics at the Fontaine Research Institute.
Lin Yide stood at the plaintiff's stand, using the name of the West Factory to sue Colton.
Soon, the trial officially began.
Colton's defense attorney was Blake, a seemingly refined middle-aged man.
"First of all, we firmly deny the charges brought by the plaintiff.
My client, Mr. Colton, was forced to confess to those fabricated charges after being subjected to cruel torture. Such confessions cannot be considered legal and valid evidence."
He spoke eloquently, his words full of confidence.
Lin Yide tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Colton, who looked timid and uneasy in the defendant's seat, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his lips.
"Attorney Blake, you seem very confident. Then, I would like to call my witness."
As the words fell, Helen walked to the witness stand.
Blake was still full of confidence, having bribed and threatened her with both soft and hard tactics the day before.
In his opinion, Lin Yide calling her as a witness was simply shooting himself in the foot.
He could even counter-sue him for defamation.
However, Helen's first sentence shattered his illusions completely. "Colton, this shameless scoundrel, actually tried to force me to have a relationship with him under the guise of a thesis defense!"
Blake was stunned, completely unable to believe it.
He couldn't help but blurt out, "Didn't we agree?" His voice was full of confusion and unwillingness.
Lin Yide coldly mocked, "Do you think everyone will succumb to the threats of the nobles? There will always be someone who stands up and shouts out what's hidden in their hearts!"
These words resonated powerfully within the magnificent Opera Epiclese.
But Helen smiled wryly in her heart. Could she not shout?
The methods of the West Factory were far more ruthless than Colton's.