Chapter 469: The Decision on Punishment
Chapter 469: The Decision on Punishment
"..."
Lindsey sat in the shop, her gaze slightly dazed.
Valawala, beside her, was no different.
The two of them were grappling with a dilemma—how to deal with Seraphina?
Killing her outright would only fulfill her wishes, which was truly unpleasant.
But letting her go was not an option either.
As for handing her over to the Art Association...
"Valawala, how long is the lifespan of a Seventh-Stage Artist?"
Valawala replied, "A Seventh-Stage Artist's Essence, mind, and soul are unified. Barring any surprises, they can live for a thousand to two thousand years with ease."
A thousand to two thousand years...
Lindsey blinked.
A hundred years is a significant portion of a regular person's life.
But for Awakened ones with such lifespans, doing an inappropriate conversion, it's like taking away one-tenth of their life.
Can this really make up for this person's crimes? At this moment, Valawala asked Lindsey, "Lindsey, have you thought of a solution?"
Lindsey's face was filled with hesitation.
"Let's just leave her here."
"Isn't this person on the verge of death? If she dies on her own, that's the best outcome, and we won't have to make this decision. If she doesn't die, I'll figure something out later..."
Click!
Just then, the shop's door was pushed open.
Miss Fenlei from the neighboring street entered with a bright smile, only to see Seraphina lying on the ground, her expression changing drastically.
Without time for Lindsey to explain, she rushed out of the shop, and her footsteps faded away at the end of the street.
"..."
Lindsey and Valawala exchanged glances.
"Did she go to report us?"
"What should we do? We can't possibly turn ourselves in first."
"Anyway, we can't keep leaving her here."
"Let's go find Remstar!"
"Aren't there professional writers in the Fenburr Theatre? Let's at least find out how much evil this person has committed before we make our final decision!"
Lindsey and Valawala had an idea.
It might be too flashy to bring her directly to the theater.
So, they rented a boat.
They placed Seraphina and her wheelchair on the boat and headed south towards the Blue Zone.
It was noon.
The theater had fewer performances, but many were preparing for the Art Festival.
When Lindsey and Valawala arrived at the Fenburr Theatre, Remstar was in the middle of a rehearsal and couldn't come to greet them.
So, the one who received them in the guest room, was the theater's owner, Fenburr.
Fenburr looked at Valawala and said with a smile, "This is our first formal meeting after your departure, isn't it, Valawala?"
"Yes, according to Remstar, I should call you Valawala now."
Facing the theater owner who had shown him kindness in the past.
Valawala put aside his previous carefree attitude and greeted him as a junior, "It has been a long time, Mr. Fenburr."
"However, I have come this time to trouble you with a matter. Please take a look."
As Valawala's words landed, Lindsey pushed Seraphina's wheelchair forward.
Fenburr saw the fallen artist, Seraphina, lying there unconscious, and his expression turned subtle as he recalled, "A very powerful Essence, on par with mine, at the Seventh Stage."
"And this appearance... I seem to have an impression of her, the genius playwright, Miss Seraphina?"
Fenburr's tone turned more perplexed as he asked, "She hasn't shown up in Thousand Sails City for decades, how did you manage to bring her here?"
Lindsey replied, "Remember when the theater actor had issues and the Kuwaiti young lady was abducted? All of this happened because this guy's script came into play."
"..."
Fenburr furrowed his brows slightly.
He used his skill to bring the states of the two young people in front of him, simulating the corresponding emotional changes, and soon made an inference: "Black Tide Island, Fallen Artist?"
"So this guy couldn't suppress the desire in his heart and started targeting people in reality?"
Lindsey nodded and replied, "You're right, we're not sure how to deal with him."
"So, before making a real decision, we need to figure out how much evil he's done."
Fenburr's attitude turned subtle, "Viewing life scripts comes at a significant cost."
Then he changed the topic, "But it's necessary to investigate this guy since he dared to target our theater's actors."
"Come, let's go backstage."
"Set, that guy should be free now, let him see this."
In addition to purchasing scripts from renowned writers.
Fenburr Theatre, being a top-tier theater, naturally cultivates a group of writers of its own.
Lindsey and Fenburr led the way.
They arrived at a room on the inner side of the theater's colonnade.
A middle-aged man with a somewhat unkempt appearance was lying on the office floor.
"..."
The room was filled with torn script pages, and the sunlight was blocked by thick curtains, creating a musty atmosphere throughout the room.
Set, the one Fenburr mentioned who could view fate scripts.
Could only be this man staring blankly at the ceiling at this moment.
"Fenburr, why are you here?"
"Genius creation requires an absolutely quiet environment. Are you here to ruin my new script?"
Fenburr kicked the man's left leg, "Set, if you put it that way, the new script should have a beginning, right?"
The man on the floor closed his eyes, "Inspiration is the most ruthless woman in the world."
"After a night of debauchery, all affection is cast aside, and my brain will never be visited again."
Watching the man's reaction, Fenburr shook his head and smiled, "Alright, I'm not here to rush your script."
"I came to ask you to help view this guy's life script. Seraphina, do you remember? The once-genius creator."
Hearing the name Seraphina.
The man on the floor opened his eyes and got up to closely examine the unconscious girl, "Seraphina? Fate Script?"
"What did this guy interfere with to end up like this?"
"Dead colleagues are my favorite, but you don't want me to save her, do you?"
Fenburr replied, "You only need to view what she did in the past."
Set's expression turned serious, "Viewing fate, especially for someone at this level. It won't make me lose an arm or a leg, but in the next one or two months..."
Fenburr directly stated, "In the next three months, I won't rush you for any script!"
Set immediately beamed with joy, and the powerful Essence unfolded, enveloping the girl in front of him with his skill, "You should've said so earlier."
"Aren't these his past deeds? I'll find them for you to see right away!"
(End of Chapter)
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