Chapter 58

The night grew deeper.

Sophie Lukia was still checking the growth status of plants in a greenhouse of the Second Botanical Garden.

After being suspended from the acting director position, Sophie Lukia did not appeal to the Chief Tower Spirit of the Intelligent Management Center of the Junior Academy.

Not to mention, the reason given by the tower spirit is quite justified.

Just saying that after an appeal, her already flawed record would gain another unsightly entry, which made Sophie Lukia hesitate.

Without seeking family help, Sophie, through her connections and a little help from a Magic Stone, immediately rented a greenhouse in the Second Botanical Garden to continue her research and experiments.

The experiment she is currently conducting aims to verify the possible positive impact of the new germination method mentioned by Lin Ke in his 'paper' on the seedling rate of the Silver Star Flower.

Although Sophie Lukia's previous 'paper' was not published, the Paper Review Office retained a copy, and there is also a backup on the internal network.

Therefore, from a regulatory standpoint, Sophie Lukia is fully entitled to conduct in-depth research based on the new germination method.

The reason she is doing this is simple: to take revenge on Linke Grand.

That country bumpkin actually dared to cause her to lose the acting director position—utterly unforgivable!

Snatching away that country bumpkin's next research achievement is the first wave of revenge Sophie Lukia plans to deliver.

According to the information she received, after that country bumpkin resigned from his part-time job at the Third Botanical Garden, he fell into a series of troubles.

Now, there are several groups of people who want to deal with that country bumpkin.

She just happened to take advantage of this gap, carried out the experiment, obtained results, published a paper, and vented her spite thoroughly.

As for colluding with those several groups in the Southern District who want to deal with that country bumpkin, Sophie Lukia feels that such an idea popping into her mind is a taint on her noble bloodline.

What qualifications do a bunch of country bumpkins and mud-legged peasants have to cooperate with her?

What Sophie Lukia wants is to use her own methods to give that country bumpkin a hard slap.

That slap will be delivered soon.

Several sets of experiments have yielded results in succession; the data collected so far, after analysis, show very solid results.

So solid that Sophie Lukia feels it's a great pity.

Because the two 'papers' are published together under the same name, their quality and rating are far higher than if they were published separately—simply incomparable.

Thinking of this, Sophie feels both regret and even greater joy.

What she cannot obtain, that country bumpkin also must not even dream of obtaining.

Once that country bumpkin discovers this, he will surely suffer a heavy blow.

Imagining that country bumpkin's sorrowful face, Sophie couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth upward.

……

Elsewhere.

Southern District Detention Facility.

Harold Andrews, after three consecutive days of applications, was finally permitted to visit Lifusi Fulansi.

Visiting room.

"Who are you?"

Lifusi Fulansi, wearing handcuffs and shackles, sat on the inner side of the glass wall, his blood-red eyes fixed on the black-robed person opposite, and asked coldly.

"Vice President Lifusi, I am Harold Andrews, entrusted by Chairman Antoine Hilton to come and visit you."

Harold Andrews' face always bore a gentle smile, appearing very approachable, like a sunny, cheerful young man.

"I've heard of you."

The ferocity in Lifusi's eyes gradually subsided, his voice still hoarse: "A first-year Newblood who was the first to report the academy's promotion news."

"That's me."

Harold Andrews nodded modestly; from his expression and posture, it was easy to see he took pride in it.

"Idiot!"

Who would have thought Lifusi would suddenly give no face, opening with mockery: "Utterly stupid!"

Harold's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, not knowing why Lifusi's attitude changed so abruptly.

But this person is very good-natured; being scolded didn't anger him, instead he curiously asked: "What did I do wrong? Vice President Lifusi, please feel free to point it out; I would be extremely grateful."

"Do you know why everyone, including the academy, uses the saying that the first to report the academy's promotion news?"

Lifusi's face showed a contemptuous smile, his tone mocking: "Because even the academy cannot confirm who truly is the first person to advance to First Grade Wizard Apprentice! Looking at your smug look, you really think you're a genius among geniuses? Idiot!"

Harold stared dumbfounded.

After a moment, he came to his senses and self-mockingly said: "Ah, Vice President Lifusi is right—I am utterly stupid!"

"Alright. I don't have time to accompany your whining."

Lifusi then waved his hand again, showing some impatience: "Calling me this late, if you have something to say, just say it."

"Sorry for taking up your time."

Harold hurriedly apologized, then got to the point, speaking solemnly: "Enrique Bernalis is dead, killed by Linke Grand's hand."

"And then?"

Lifusi shrugged, appearing indifferent.

It seemed as if Enrique had never worked under him, nor had they ever had internal strife or fierce combat.

Chairman Antoine Hilton hopes to obtain your opinion on how to deal with Linke Grand.

Harold was somewhat surprised by Lifusi's attitude, but didn't show it, and continued: "Whether to suppress, kill, or ignore—it's entirely up to your thinking."

"Ha!"

Lifusi snorted again, his expression turning cold, his eyeballs gradually reddening as if spitting fire: "My opinion? My opinion is to let Antoine Hilton die! Don't think I don't know—Enrique learned of my weakness from whom!"

Upon hearing this, Harold was greatly shocked.

Speaking of which, is the internal strife atmosphere in the Newblood Mutual Aid Society really this intense?

Lifusi Fulansi dragged his heavy shackles as he stood up, leaning his upper body forward, lowering his head to look down at Harold.

His pair of fiery red eyes locked onto Harold's, his voice growing hoarser, as if forced from his throat: "Go tell Antoine Hilton, don't treat everyone like fools. When I get out, I'll settle this score with him properly!"

Having said that, Lifusi Fulansi turned and left.

Reaching the door of the visitation room, Lifusi Fulansi stopped again, without turning back, and said directly:

"Also, you shouldn't treat everyone like fools.

"Do you really think I can't see that you want to use me as a blade against Linke Grand?

"Idiot, just an idiot! Utterly foolish!"

It must be said, after the Rage Fire Meditation Method backlashed, his lust spent, the calm and rational Lifusi Fulansi finally seemed like a person.

Harold Andrews sat dazedly on the stool, long unable to come to his senses.

He didn't know where he had gone wrong—his tone, expression, even small gestures, he had practiced them over and over in front of the mirror.

He was actually seen through his little thoughts at a glance.

Harold suddenly wondered whether those five guys might also have seen through his intentions.

Wouldn't that ruin his plans?

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