The snow finally stopped on the third day.
Long-lost sunshine poured into every corner of Wenster, even considered bright.
El’s mood, at this mont, was like the sunshine outside the window.
He was joyfully reading a freshly printed newspaper from this morning, with the headline being Pupol’s interview.
The attached photo was of him shaking hands and warmly hugging Ethan.
Obviously, he admired Ethan extrely.
And what he said in the interview strongly highlighted this point.
"A giant star is rising!"
Seeing this remark, El almost burst into laughter.
If the tests at school two days ago were only a positive hit, then this newspaper interview was the confirming blow.
Originally, the school’s attitude toward Ramon’s departure was still ambiguous, but after seeing this interview, Ramon was directly dismissed.
And he was required to leave the school that day.
Ramon naturally protested, but no one paid attention.
The students of the Law School also had complaints, but eventually, they fell silent.
Who could bla Ramon for being rigid and serious in his deanor, teaching students to abide by doctrines, and to bravely take responsibility for their actions?
This ti, he was the one who started the trouble, promising that if he lost, he would resign himself.
So, he could only resign; this was leading by example.
Thinking of this, El couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
He put down the newspaper and glanced at the wall clock; it was almost three in the afternoon.
This is Ramon’s final ti to leave the school.
He hurriedly got up and walked outside; he had to properly see off this old friend.
Thinking of the eting today, where the senior officials not only dismissed Ramon but also praised him, hinting that if he retained Ethan at the academy, the Art School might develop into the largest school in Winster University soday, and the position of principal might as well...
With a fervent heart, El arrived at the steps of the school entrance, just in ti to see Ramon trudging down slowly.
"Dean Ramon, oh, I can’t call you Dean now, are you leaving?"
Ramon heard El’s words, turned back and stared at him fiercely.
"El, don’t be too complacent, this matter won’t be settled so easily. You, a fallen one who abandoned the gods, will also face punishnt. At that ti, the Sacred Fire will show you the consequences of siding with heretics!"
"Ramon, this is the New Continent. I can report your remarks to the religious managent bureau at any ti."
Ramon snorted coldly, turned his head, and left in silence.
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The testers of the grape blocks called Ethan as soon as the three days ended.
Without exception, they all wanted to imdiately purchase a batch of grape blocks. So greedy ones, like George, even wanted to pre-order for several batches ahead.
This outco was not unexpected for Ethan.
After all, the situation was like this.
Grape blocks held endless possibilities.
After handling business matters, Ethan began painting.
He had to quickly complete the alternate world version of "The Persistence of mory".
Only then could he solidify his position in the art world and hence move towards becoming a great artist.
Just as he was sketching a corner, Anya said Pupol sent soone with a gift.
Only then did he rember that Pupol said yesterday he wanted to give him a gift.
Originally, he thought that yesterday’s interview was the best gift, but now it seed not, this master was more generous than imagined.
The person delivering the gift left it and swiftly left, also ntioning that Pupol had already left Wenster, as he had an upcoming exhibition to hold in the Royal Capital.
Pupol’s gift was packed in a large gift box, but from the outside, it was unclear what it was.
Ethan opened the box and saw a sheet of white paper inside.
Yes, the kind used for painting, lying peacefully inside, and nothing else.
He didn’t quite understand Pupol’s intention, and was about to touch the paper when suddenly a line of text appeared on it:
"Wherever you are, if you encounter trouble and need my help, write your na on this paper, I will respond to you, but rember, you only have one chance."
This line of text existed for but a fleeting mont before dissipating.
Ethan frowned slightly.
Although he had already sensed yesterday that Pupol might be hiding so secret, he seed to be even more mysterious than imagined.
Is he also a real nasake?
So what is his real na?
Recalling the real na list, one that fits closely is the World Refractor, whose third real na is the World Depictor, which sowhat resembles the profession of a painter.
But then again, Ethan’s understanding of real nas was still too little, and the real na translations in The Truth Newspaper might not necessarily reflect the aning in ancient languages.
Looking at the white paper in the box, Ethan contemplated and finally decided to put it away for now.
Pupol seed like a good person, but who knew what kind of person he truly was.
After all, Ethan had only t him twice, and Pupol’s second encounter was sowhat overly enthusiastic.
In the evening, Ethan prepared to attend a banquet.
The one John Hott invited him to.
According to John Hott, the banquet would have several City Hall officials and people from the legal field.
Ethan could just seize the opportunity to open up the situation.
Moreover, he could also lay the groundwork for his plans to legally sell grape blocks.
Due to Pupol’s interview in the newspaper, Ethan had obviously beco a hot figure.
He arrived at the banquet scene, and no one cared about his Mafia identity; everyone saw him as a star, one by one raising glasses to him, chatting about art, paintings, and what Pupol said to him that day.
Ethan welcod everyone, having amiable conversations with each.
After a round of drinks, Ethan excused himself, saying he’d had too much, and went to the smoking room to take a break.
Upon entering the smoking room, he saw soone who shouldn’t be there.
Albertine Court.
"Nice to see you again, Ethan."
Albertine greeted Ethan with a smile.
"Agent Albertine, why are you here? Are you conducting a surprise inspection? Then you’ve co to the right place, alcohol is everywhere. If you barged out now, you could reap a huge harvest, City Hall officials drinking in groups, this is quite an accomplishnt."
Ethan spoke while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"Care for one?"
Albertine shook his head, walked to Ethan’s side, stood side by side, and looked at the quiet night outside the window.
"Actually, I’ve co tonight to discuss a business deal with you."
"Oh?"
Ethan turned his head, looking at Albertine’s overly rational face, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
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