The scenery of Winster in late September has its own charm.
Looking from the sea in the distance, the city doesn't seem to be shrouded in the sultriness of sumr.
On the contrary, the sumr in Winster is cool, and you can even feel the breeze passing through the city.
Yet it still carries a hint of sumr, a sense of sunlight that envelops you in pleasure.
This is why the elders in Winster always say, you can miss most of the beautiful things in life, but you mustn't miss Winster's sunshine.
This kind of sunshine is only present for these two months; soon, Winster will start to cool down.
Fortunately, Ethan returned just in ti to catch the tail end of it.
Otherwise, he would again have to feel the sa as coming ho last year.
"Winster, I'm back."
Ethan, feeling a rare sense of excitent, stood on the deck and shouted into the wind.
The crew mbers were behind him, sipping small drinks and whispering.
Many of them had never been to Winster, and they were brimming with curiosity about this northern city.
Moreover, they could drink on deck without any worry because this ship belonged to the Sea God, which is technically a ship of the Sea God Sect.
Drinking is legal on the Sea God Sect's ships.
So overall, they were very satisfied with this journey.
As the ship slowly approached Winster, that warm and refreshing feeling drew even closer.
The sea was lapping at the shore, and seagulls flew overhead.
What a comfortable and nice place.
Everyone on the ship sighed in admiration.
And when the ship finally docked, they sighed inwardly again.
Ethan truly has vast resources.
On the shore, many people stood densely packed, all in tidy formal attire, exuding an impressive aura. At first glance, one might think they were welcoming so of the Kingdom's top dignitaries.
But if you look closely, you'll notice they all belong to the sa family, with identical outfits. So individuals even wore insignias, which those who know Ethan recognized as the insignia of Ethan's family, the Bolita Clan.
A flower entwined with thorns growing out of black mud.
In fact, Ethan's left hand also wore a ring with the sa insignia.
When the ship completely docked, Ethan was the first to disembark using the gangway. What greeted him was not cheers, but instead a series of intense cara clicks.
Flashes were going off and on incessantly.
Ethan was not only a treasure for journalists in the Royal Capital but also a blessing to Winster's reporters.
In the two months without Ethan, they could only barely sustain themselves by transporting news from the Royal Capital.
Now that Ethan had finally returned, they couldn't help but take lots of photos, eager to get the first-hand information. They were truly starved for too long.
Behind the caras ca the cheers.
To be precise, it wasn't cheers—it was more of the sound of salutation, as mbers of the Bolita Clan saluted and respected Ethan.
Ethan felt a bit helpless, thinking this was too ostentatious, as if it was providing ammunition for those claiming he is a Mafia leader.
But then again, it was all goodwill from the family. Besides, this was Winster—who would dare to really speak recklessly here?
Ethan first embraced Vincent upon disembarking. They were the closest of relatives, with no need for many words, just simple gestures.
Next were the other family mbers, Eugene, Walter, and a few important leaders.
Ethan greeted them one by one.
Then there were so of Winster's businessn and dignitaries.
They didn't shy away; instead, they took it as a sort of honor to welco Ethan.
In the crowd, Ethan also saw one person, the president of Winster University, El.
Ethan also went up and hugged him.
"Welco back, Ethan. I heard about your endeavors in the Royal Capital—truly inspiring," El said with a flattering tone, though there was so genuine emotion in it.
Ethan realized they really felt so sense of pride in coming to welco him.
Ethan had underestimated the impact of what he did in the Royal Capital on those in the north who had long been excluded from the core circle of the Royal Capital.
After the dignitaries, it was the reporters' turn. The reporters squeezed forward like mad, bombarding Ethan with questions: "Mr. Ethan, is it true that you conquered all the artists in the Royal Capital with a toilet?"
"Your Excellency Ethan, may I ask you..."
A flood of questions sward over.
Luckily, the family mbers were not there for nothing; they quickly blocked these people, escorting Ethan to the Klaus Long Spear, which had already been driven to the dock.
Anya had already gotten into the car first, feeling a sense of reunion with an old friend.
Ethan didn't sit in imdiately. Instead, he turned and said to the reporters, "Ladies and gentlen, I've just returned today and am a bit tired, so I won't be doing interviews just yet. I'll hold a press conference in a couple of days, okay? Today, let just go ho properly."
Then, he got into the car.
The car started moving, slowly leaving the scene under the protection of the family mbers.
Of course, Vincent also got into the car.
With Ethan's words, the reporters weren't as frenzied, but they still followed reluctantly, as if hoping to move Ethan sufficiently to obtain first-hand information.
But inside the car, a serious conversation had already begun.
Ethan completely put away the genial smile he had outside. He glanced at Vincent, who had co along, and asked, "Where is Virel? Where did he go?"
Even before disembarking, Ethan had noticed one thing—Virel was not among the crowd.
Moreover, the core mbers of the family obviously weren't in high spirits.
Sothing must have happened.
"Virel had an accident."
Sure enough, Vincent gave Ethan the answer he expected.
"What happened?"
"It was a trap."
By the ti the car reached Bolita Manor, Ethan had already understood the whole story.
The events naturally began after the big guy Zola ca with the report that day.
To protect the life of the fat man Sindore, Virel nevertheless went to Itasca City with so n.
Virel had actually made adequate preparations. He took the top experts recently selected by the family and used the latest firearms produced by the weapons factory, even equipping two sniper rifles.
Originally, Vincent also wanted to go along, but Virel stopped him.
"Even if it's a trap, we can't have all of us fall into it. If it's just , it will be easier to rescue people then." Virel was prepared for sothing to happen.
And sothing did happen.
The other party's call actually ca yesterday evening, and it was Vincent who answered it.
"It seems Mr. Virel doesn't want to co ho, so how about Mr. Vincent, you co to pick him up in person?"
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