Decision on Punishment

"..."

Linsey sat in the shop, her eyes somewhat vacant.

The ones next to it Wala Wala, are not much different.

The two people in the shop were facing a dilemma—what to do with Hilude?

Killing them outright would have done just what they wanted, which is truly unpleasant.

But if we don't kill her, we can't just let her go.

As for handing it over to the Art Association...

"Wala Wala, how long can a seventh-level artist typically live?"

Wala Wala replied, "The artist of the Seventh Stage has already integrated his Essence, inner self, and soul into one. If nothing unexpected happens, living for one or two thousand years will be a piece of cake."

One, two thousand years...

Linsey blinked.

For ordinary people, a century is a lifetime.

But for those who awaken to this lifespan, to make an inappropriate calculation, it's roughly equivalent to having one-tenth of their lifespan taken away.

Is this really enough to atone for this guy's crimes? At this moment, Wala Wala asked Linsey, "Linsey, have you thought of a solution?"

Linsey looked conflicted. "Let's leave her here for now."

"Isn't this girl so weak she's about to die? If she dies on her own, that would be best, and we wouldn't have to make the decision; if she doesn't die, I'll figure something out then..."

Click—

Just then, the door to Linsey's shop was pushed open.

Miss Fenlei from the next street walked in with a bright smile and greeted Linsey behind the counter, "Mr. Linsey, do you still have..."

"I may have arrived at the wrong time!"

Miss Fenlei's expression changed drastically when she saw Hilude lying on the ground.

Before Linsey could even explain, she rushed out of the store and disappeared down the street with the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance.

"..."

Linsey and Wala Wala exchanged a glance. "She went to report it to the police?"

"What should we do? We can't exactly turn ourselves in first."

"We can't just leave them here any longer."

"..."

"Let's go find Yao Xing!"

"Doesn't the Fimbul Theater have professional writers? Let's at least find out exactly how many crimes this guy has committed before we make a final decision!"

Linsey and Wala Wala had an idea.

Bringing people directly to the theater from the street might be a bit too conspicuous.

So they rented a boat.

They placed Hilude and her wheelchair on the boat and headed south toward the Blue District.

It was noon.

There are fewer performances in the theater, but many people are preparing for the Art Festival.

When Linsey and Wala Wala arrived at the Fimbul Theater, Yao Xing was also rehearsing and didn't have time to come and greet them.

So the person who hosted them in the reception room became the theater's owner Fimbul.

Fimbul looked at the Wala Wala in front of him and greeted him with a smile:

"This is our first official meeting since you left, isn't it, Selina?"

"By the way, according to Yao Xing, I should call you Wala Wala now?"

He was facing the theater owner who had once treated him well.

Wala Wala put away his previous playfulness and greeted him with the air of a junior, "It has indeed been a long time, Mr. Fimbul."

"However, I have some things I need to trouble you with this time. Please take a look."

The words fell to the ground with Wala Wala.

Linsey pushed the wheelchair up and lifted Hilude up.

Upon seeing the unconscious, Fallen Artist, Fimbul's expression subtly shifted after a moment's recollection:

"Very powerful Essence, on par with me, Seventh Stage."

"And this face... I seem to recognize her... the brilliant playwright, Miss Hilude?"

Fimbul's tone became even more puzzled. "She hasn't appeared in the City of a Thousand Sails for decades. How did you manage to bring her here?"

Linsey replied, "Remember when the theater actors caused trouble and kidnapped the Kuwait Family girl? The reason all of this happened was because it fell into this guy's script."

"..."

Fimbul frowned slightly.

He used his skills to immerse himself in the state of the two young men in front of him, simulating their corresponding emotional changes, and quickly made a deduction. "Black Tide Island, Fallen Artist?"

"So this guy couldn't suppress his desires and started targeting people in real life?"

Linsey nodded in reply:

"That's right, we're a bit unsure how to deal with this guy right now."

"So before making a real decision, at least we need to find out how many bad things she has done."

Fimbul's attitude was subtle:

"Viewing the script of life comes at a considerable price."

Then he changed the subject. "But since this guy dared to target our theater's actors, it is indeed necessary to investigate him."

"Come on, let's go backstage."

"Seth should be free now, let's have him check this guy's bottom line."

In addition to purchasing scripts from well-known authors.

Top-tier theaters like the Fimbul Theater naturally cultivate a group of their own writers.

Linsey and his companion were led by Fimbul.

We arrived at a room inside a theater corridor.

A disheveled, middle-aged man lay on the office floor.

"..."

The room was filled with disassembled script pages, thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, and a musty smell permeated the entire room.

The Seth that Fimbul mentioned, who could see the Destiny Script.

It could only be this man lying on the ground at this moment, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Fimbul, why did you come in?"

"Genius creations require an absolutely quiet environment. Are you trying to ruin my new script?"

Fimbul stepped forward and kicked the man's left leg. "Seth, if that's what you're saying, then the new script must have a beginning?"

The man on the ground closed his eyes and said, "Inspiration is the most ruthless woman in the world."

"After a night of passion, all lingering feelings are left behind and will never visit my mind again."

Seeing the man's reaction on the ground, Fimbul shook his head and smiled, "Alright, I'm not here to rush the manuscript."

"I came to see you today because I wanted you to take a look at this guy's life script. Hilde, do you remember him? The once-genius creator."

Upon hearing the name Hilude...

The man lying down opened his eyes and got up from the ground.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the unconscious girl:

"Hilude? Fate's backlash?"

"What did this guy do to cause this to happen?"

"I love dead colleagues the most, you don't mean you want me to save her, do you?"

Fimbul replied:

"You just need to look at what she did in the past."

Seth's expression was serious:

"Checking fate, especially against a powerhouse of this level. While it won't cost me an arm or a leg, it will... for the next month or two..."

Fimbul said directly, "For the next three months, I won't be pressing you for any scripts!"

Seth immediately beamed with joy, and his powerful Essence spread out, enveloping the girl in front of him with his skills. "You should have said so earlier."

"Isn't this guy's past misdeeds? I'll dig them up for you right away!"