The Kingdom grows in the black mud, its foundation already solid, its vines breaking through the soil, yearning for sunlight, longing for the day it can grow into towering shadows.
On this night, a true banquet was held at the Bolita Family Manor.
Although not many people attended, it was already grand enough.
Because this banquet gathered the most heavyweight figures in the underground of Wenster now.
Besides the most core mbers of the Bolita Clan, Ethan, Anya, Vincent, and Virel.
Palon was still in attendance.
Because he showed enough firmness in this incident.
Even until the end, he did not choose to side with Sandro.
So Ethan and the others used him to enter Sandro’s castle.
He was considered a hero of sorts in this regard.
Apart from Palon, Eugene naturally also received an invitation.
This made him overjoyed, for he finally entered the real core, being favored by the young master.
However, this was entirely what he deserved.
Because in this incident, his performance was perfect enough.
He completed Ethan’s plan one hundred percent.
This guy, though overly eager and flattering, indeed excelled in practical affairs.
Besides Eugene, there was another person who ca, Walter.
His wine also perford excellently in this incident.
In the living room, a soothing waltz was flowing.
At the dinner table, Eugene had already had a bit too much to drink, his nose seed sensitive, turning red from the stimulation of alcohol, he smiled and raised his glass to Ethan, shouting, "Young master, I must express my deepest respect to you, I’m so in awe of you, it is you who made our Bolita family reach unprecedented heights!"
This guy never forgets his earnest heart even when drunk.
However, Ethan was not averse, he raised his glass in response to him, "You are remarkable, Eugene, tonight, you deserve any praise."
"Really? Young master, hehe, then can I make a wish to you?"
With the stimulation of alcohol, Eugene seed particularly bold.
"Say it, as long as I have it, I can grant you."
"Young master, I have had a dream since I was a child, I want to open a bank, I want to be a banker!"
Eugene seed to truly have this dream because when he spoke of this, his eyes appeared sowhat clear.
"A bank?" Ethan put down his glass, "I fear I can’t grant you this for now, but I can promise you, if there’s any plan to open a bank in the future, you will surely be the first president."
"Actually, a bank may not be a bad direction."
It was then that Palon, who had been silently drinking, suddenly spoke.
Palon rarely expressed his opinions because of his status and personality.
Before, he was timid, inferior, and fearful, coupled with his identity as Joan’s younger brother, his status in the Bolita family was almost like that of a hostage.
But following a series of events, Palon was also changing.
For example, now, he beca sowhat profound and reserved, with more of his own thoughts.
So Ethan looked towards him.
"Why do you say so?"
"A while ago, I was drinking with the son of a Finance Officer, he inadvertently ntioned that the Kingdom seems to intend to restart the military tax bureau system from the war years, to curb the current nationwide evasion of taxes and money laundering."
After taking a sip of wine, Palon continued.
"Given that Wenster is located in the north, the news is always a bit slower, so I suspect this plan has already been restarted, we need to make preparations for it."
These words were evidently spoken after careful consideration.
So everyone felt it very reasonable.
After all, businesses in the black mud, while profitable, all involve dirty money and must go through channels to launder it, posing significant problems and risks in taxation.
The Kingdom indeed had a rather lenient control before, and that was due to the economic boom in recent years, making the relevant asures sowhat out of step.
Now, the Kingdom decided to take action.
Palon’s concerns were not without reason.
Especially for soone like Virel, who was older and had a more direct impression of the military tax bureau.
It was a powerful Kingdom machine, even more so than the current Prohibition Bureau.
If that machine were to be restarted, it would indeed be a major trouble.
Palon’s unintentional point forced Ethan to genuinely start considering the possibility of establishing a bank or preparing so more legitimate money laundering thods.
However, that was not the the of tonight.
The the of tonight remained celebration and reward.
After thoroughly killing Sandro, with the newspaper reports, with more and more people beginning to join under Ethan, and especially with George’s substantial death, the era of the five great families of Wenster completely ended.
Bolita beca the only surna.
Ethan’s ’True God’s Na’ underwent another transformation.
It changed from the previous ’Controller and Protector of Violence’ to the new ’Controller and Guardian of Violence’.
At the sa ti, new branches sprouted, and Ethan obtained new true nas he could bestow, and there were two.
Tonight, he decided to bestow these two true nas to Eugene and Palon.
As for Walter, Ethan naturally had a reason to invite him.
Because besides the change in the ’True God’s Na’ resulting in new true nas, the branch ’Researcher and Transforr of Fine Wine’ also had a change, it split into a new true na to be bestowed.
Most likely, it was the recent uproar of the brick wine business that caused this change.
Ethan naturally awarded this unexpected joy to the deserving person.
As the banquet was drawing to a close, Ethan stood up and gently tapped his wine glass with a spoon.
"Ladies and gentlen, let us raise this glass to the distant Klei in Hell, may he be fierce as ever in the flas of Hell."
After finishing the drink, Ethan moved to the phonograph and switched the music.
The waltz turned into a grand symphony.
Ethan stood in the center of the living room, the lights suddenly dimd, leaving only the massive Bolita family crest behind him shining.
The entire living room transford into a solemn and sacred Sanctuary, Ethan began to call nas at the dining table.
"Palon."
"Eugene."
"Walter."
Although they were initially unsure, after being nad, the three of them felt an irresistible urge, they stood up and walked towards Ethan.
Then, the mont Ethan extended his hand, they slowly knelt down on one knee, allowing Ethan’s hand to hover above their heads.
He began to recite the most sacred phrases: "From today onwards, I bestow upon you the family na, granting you the power to share all glory with , bestowing you the qualification to follow for eternity, granting you to be... Bolita!"
As his words fell, the emblem on his finger quietly changed, as if sothing was about to fully grow out from the thorns.
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