A week had passed since the Pure Water Association's assassination attempt.
During this time, the Marechaussee Phantom launched a large-scale investigation of the nobility with great fanfare.
Unsurprisingly, the results of the investigation showed that the nobles were still exemplary citizens of Fontaine, without the slightest
Yide, sitting in his study, couldn't help but curl his lips into a contemptuous arc as he read this news in the Steambird newspaper.
In his opinion, this Pure Water Association assassination must have been orchestrated by the nobles, and most likely by that old fox, Tywin.
The reason was simple: it would be difficult for the Pure Water Association to infiltrate Fontaine and carry out an assassination without being detected by the Marechaussee Phantom's secret agents.
Without the protection and assistance of the nobles, how could they have succeeded so smoothly?
His gaze gradually turned cold. He had taken note of this hatred.
Once he dealt with that beast, Vacher, he would personally bury the Marechaussee Phantom, and as for the Lannis family, he would wipe them all out.
At that moment, the study door was gently pushed open.
Lyney carefully carried a steaming cup of coffee as he entered with his sister, Lynette.
He gently placed the coffee on the desk, his face full of concern. "Father, how is your health? Are you feeling any better?"
Yide looked at the well-behaved Lyney siblings, and the lines on his face gradually softened. "I'm almost fully recovered. You don't need to worry."
As he spoke, he picked up the coffee and took a deep breath, inhaling the warmth into his heart.
"By the way," Yide put down the coffee cup and turned his gaze to the two of them, "How are your studies going lately?"
Lyney puffed out his chest and confidently replied, "Father, I have completely mastered the content that the two teachers have taught me."
Lynette, on the other hand, seemed a little uneasy. She lowered her head, her small hands unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her clothes, and said in a trembling voice, "Father, I… I'm not learning as well as my brother."
She raised her head and stole a glance at Yide, then quickly lowered her head again, afraid of seeing disappointment in his eyes.
Lynette's heart was filled with frustration and grievance.
She had clearly worked very hard, but whenever Ms. Arlecchino taught those complex mathematical formulas, her mind would become a blank. Looking at those dense numbers and symbols, she would feel dizzy.
She didn't know why she couldn't learn these things well. Was she really that stupid?
Yide listened to their answers and fell into deep thought.
Lyney was definitely a super genius. Such a person would succeed in any field. He should be the best successor to his business.
Lynette, on the other hand, was relatively mediocre and had a more introverted personality. How should her future be planned?
Just as Yide was lost in thought, Lyney's voice broke the silence of the study.
He took the initiative to say, "Father, you don't need to worry about Lynette. I will help her learn those things. I believe that as long as we work together, she will definitely make progress."
Yide snapped out of his thoughts and gently shook his head. "Lyney, Lynette, everyone's talents and interests are different.
We can't force others to learn things they don't love. That will only make them feel pain and torment.
Moreover, there is an endless amount of knowledge in this world, and not everything is useful. The important thing is to find the path that suits you and pursue what you truly love."
After hearing her father's words, the grievances and frustrations in Lynette's heart disappeared like morning mist.
Lyney could learn the same things instantly, but she couldn't learn them no matter what.
She was very afraid that Yide would no longer like her because of this.
However, now she didn't have to worry anymore.
Yide thought for a moment and continued, "From today onwards, Lyney will continue to study as before, mastering all the knowledge taught by the teachers. I will have them make higher demands on you to fully develop your talents and potential.
As for Lynette, you only need to focus on the field you love and learn the knowledge that truly interests you."
The two nodded.
At this moment, Old Dirk walked in slowly and whispered, "Young Master, Inspector Ophelia and Inspector Ebel have returned."
Upon hearing this, Yide immediately got up from his seat, walked through the long corridor, and hurried towards the office.
As soon as he entered the office, his gaze fell on the thick notebook in Ophelia's hand, while Ebel stood quietly to the side.
"Inspector Ophelia, Inspector Ebel, thank you for your hard work." Yide said with a smile and a very gentle tone.
Ophelia and Ebel waved their hands in unison, humbly saying, "It's no trouble, it's no trouble, this is what we should do."
Then, Ophelia began to report their recent investigation results in detail.
There were approximately two hundred ships in the Fontaine region, and more than a thousand shipowners and crew members depended on these ships for their livelihoods.
If the Spina di Rosula built the Fontaine Aquabus, these shipowners and crew members would directly face unemployment.
Because of this, they would spare no effort to stop the Fontaine Aquabus construction project.
Yide was not entirely clear on how the Spina di Rosula solved this thorny problem.
But from the sporadic dialogues and descriptions in the game, it could be inferred that this process must have been full of hardships.
Clementine had devoted herself to this cause and died young.
And Callas, after being slandered, was besieged by everyone, leaving behind the indelible stigma of "Callas the Unfaithful."
In fact, it was not difficult to solve this problem. As long as there was enough Mora as economic compensation, the opposition from these shipowners and crew members could be quelled.
However, the key problem was that they did not have enough Mora.
Currently, the wealth of Fontaine was mainly concentrated in the hands of the nobles.
Thinking of this, Yide suddenly had a solution.
Find those who have money.
What was the Marechaussee Phantom's investigation worth?
The real "investigation" should be as thorough and in-depth as the West Factory's.
Only the innocence of money can prove a person's innocence!