Rosier's Test

On the outskirts of London, Rosier Manor.

Vincent sneezed for no apparent reason.

Even with the heat-preserving alchemical device, he would have known someone was plotting against him.

"Ah-choo—"

That resentment ran pretty deep.

"Wayne, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine. Someone's probably thinking about me."

Vincent lifted the hot tea before him.

Seeing how accustomed he was to it, Devin did not give it any further thought.

Selena brought over some pastries, then headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Clement was chatting with the Waynes.

"Vincent? We don't interfere much in his affairs."

"He knows what kind of friends to make, and he knows what he should and shouldn't do."

Whenever the conversation turned to their son, the pride on the Waynes' faces was impossible to hide.

A person's character was influenced by many factors.

Dad had come from the special forces and believed that a bigger fist meant harder truth.

Mom was gentle and intellectual, and she loved reading all kinds of books.

Their family relationship had been very harmonious, and Vincent had not suffered any psychological trauma as a child.

"It was already good enough if this brat didn't bully other people." Eric shared an amusing story.

It had happened when Vincent was in primary school.

He had always been the best student at school. His grades were either perfect scores or first place.

One day after school, a major order had come into the shop.

By the time the Waynes finished up and rushed over, Vincent had already completed all his homework.

If not for the students from another school lying sprawled on the ground, they really would have thought he had been obediently waiting the entire time.

"My clothes were cleaner, and my backpack looked nicer, so they came looking for trouble."

Vincent had