Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 215 [The Sukarni Club]

a new day.

Ethan is preparing to move out of the Aphponia Hotel.

The house is all ready, and the furniture was rushed out and bought yesterday; John Holt has already taken care of all of that.

John Holt has finally figured things out; he knows that he can only continue to advance his career by relying on Ethan.

So there was really no need to ask him; he had already taken care of things ahead of time.

After tidying everything up, Ethan and Anya got into the car.

After getting in the car, Ethan kept fiddling with a gold Ryan coin.

The Golden Ryan was commissioned by the kingdom's second king, Ryan I, and bears the image of that king.

Ethan tossed the gold coin into the air, then clasped his hands together to cover it, laid it flat, and handed it to Anya.

"Guess whether it's heads or tails."

Anya looked at Ethan speechlessly, seemingly not understanding why the young master was being so boring and childish.

"front."

"The other side."

Ethan revealed the answer: the other side.

“Again,” Anya said, wrinkling her nose as if she was a little unconvinced.

the second time.

Ethan won again.

"I'll throw it." Anya seemed to sense that something was wrong.

So the third time, Anya tossed the coins.

Ethan won again.

The fourth time, the fifth time, it was the same.

"You cheated," Anya still protested.

"Then tell me how I cheated," Ethan said with great interest.

“I don’t know,” Anya said matter-of-factly.

"..."

In fact, Ethan used the same method as last night.

He controlled his luck.

That's right, he can control his luck for a short time now.

This ability comes from a portion of the authority of the King of the North Sea.

It seems that Sandro had a similar ability back then, as evidenced by the time they were preparing to deal with Albertin, when they decided by drawing lots.

Sandro won.

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

But think about it carefully: if Sandro had lost, the whole course of events would have been completely different. So no matter what, Sandro would not have lost.

This ability might not be very useful in other situations, but it is surprisingly useful in gambling.

“Give me back my gold coins.” Ethan reached out his hand.

“No.” Anya put the gold coins into her pocket and turned to look out the window.

Ethan was speechless for a moment, then looked at Anya looking out the window.

He began to think about the prayers from the previous night.

There was no doubt that the other person was not praying to him, but for some reason, the prayer ended up connecting with him.

One possible interpretation of this matter is that after Ethan's 'True God's Name' evolved again and he gained control of part of the North Sea King's authority, he successfully occupied a vacant authority and became the source of that authority.

In other words, in a sense, Ethan has become a god at this moment.

That's why Ethan could hear the other person praying to the so-called savior of darkness.

But this is just speculation; it's impossible to confirm it based solely on a prayer.

Ethan did nothing; he simply continued to carry out the established plan.

We moved, and then we went to buy a car. The car purchase naturally had to be done according to Anya's wishes, since she was the driver.

Anya ultimately chose a Klaus lance, but this time it wasn't the black one; it was the white one.

Ethan didn't care, as long as Anya was happy.

As Ethan drove out of the dealership, his afternoon plan was to have afternoon tea with Joseph.

Joseph had returned to the capital several days earlier than him and had been very busy these days because he had just changed to a new position and was busy with social engagements all day long. Until last night, he finally managed to call Ethan from somewhere and invite him to have afternoon tea.

Afternoon tea was arranged in a private club.

The membership-based kind.

However, the club had clearly done a good job; they seemed to recognize Ethan the moment he stepped into the house.

A waiter quickly stepped forward and politely said to Ethan, "Mr. Ethan, you've arrived. This way, please."

"you know me?"

Ethan was acting strangely.

"Of course, Mr. Ethan is a famous painter. I certainly know you. I really like your painting, 'The Orphan of St. Quantico'."

This club is called the Sukani Club. Before coming here, Ethan asked John Hott to look it up. The founder was named Sukani, who was once a lieutenant general in the kingdom.

This club was initially designed for military officers, but it was later opened to everyone, though memberships are still very difficult to obtain.

In retrospect, there was indeed a reason why it was difficult; the level of the waiters at this club was far beyond that of ordinary people.

The waiter led Ethan to the private meeting room where Joseph was.

This reception room is ridiculously large, almost like a large room, complete with a pool table, card room, smoking room, lounge, bar, and balcony.

There's even a swimming pool on the balcony.

When Ethan arrived, Joseph was on the balcony, enjoying the breeze, drinking coffee, and reading the newspaper.

"Hey, Ethan, you're here."

Joseph pulled his sunglasses down a little, stood up, and gave Ethan a quick hug.

"How are you doing? Are you getting used to the weather in the capital?"

"Not bad, right? How are you? Have you arranged everything?"

"Thanks to you, my old man has finally given me a new opportunity. My official position is now the Chief of Operations Four of the Kingdom's Security Bureau, mainly responsible for the security of the capital, specifically, underground affairs. What do you think?"

Joseph looked at Ethan.

Ethan simply nodded.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Wine? We have everything here. Even if you're looking for a woman to relax with, the selection here is top-notch."

Joseph winked at Ethan.

"Cafe."

Ethan went out onto the balcony and sat down in a deck chair. From here, he could see the sea directly; the view was beautiful.

Joseph picked up a phone from the table next to him, said something, and soon a cup of iced coffee was brought in.

"I heard you're planning to have a solo exhibition?"

"Yes, didn't the painting last time not sell?"

Ethan took a sip of his coffee; it tasted excellent, and the ingredients were definitely not cheap.

The two of them looked at the sea together, the waves rising and falling.

Joseph finally spoke again: "So, let's join forces. Just like I said before, you didn't come to the capital just to hold an art exhibition, did you?"

Ethan still didn't answer, and after a while he said, "Tell me first, what is the Dark Savior?"

“Savior of Darkness?” Joseph couldn’t help but laugh when he heard the term. “I’ll take that as a yes, Ethan.”

He raised the coffee cup in his hand and held it out to Ethan.

Ethan thought for a moment, then bumped hands with him.

The sun was high in the sky, showing no sign of setting, and the sea was bathed in its golden light.

Like this golden age, it seems it will never end.

(End of this chapter)