Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 228 [A New Era of Art]

"Vassini, now that everyone's here, shall we begin today's agenda?"

The one who spoke was old Carney, the head of the Le Thierry family.

The Le Thierry family is now second only to Martino's family. Old Cani is highly respected and was a friend of Vasini's father.

Therefore, it is appropriate for him to speak.

Vasini usually respected this godfather.

That's right, old Carney was his godfather, even though the Sun God Cult was suppressed in the New World, especially in the capital, where it was practically wiped out.

But religious elements are still deeply ingrained in the blood of the Fengcui people.

Moreover, they found a new way out: the Savior of Darkness.

Old Carney was also a follower of the Dark Savior, but he wasn't as devout.

"No rush, Carney, let's wait a bit longer."

However, today, Vasini acted very strangely; he rejected old Carney's offer and did not even address him as Godfather.

"Alright, so what are we waiting for?"

Old Carney felt a little embarrassed, but forced himself to ask another question.

"Henry."

Vasini leaned back as he spoke, appearing both relaxed and serious, his eyes seemingly wandering over everyone.

Those present actually felt an indescribable pressure, something that Vasini had never felt before.

Then, the entire sanctuary fell completely silent, the only sound being the soft tapping of Vasini's fingers on the table.

The sound was like the tolling of a bell, or the sound of knocking on a door, striking the hearts of those present again and again.

Finally, time passed, I don't know how much.

In the pitch-black sanctuary, time seemed to stand still.

The doors of the sanctuary were pushed open again.

The moment the sunlight streamed in through the door, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

There's a sense of relief, like something is finally coming to an end.

At the same time, an idea also came to them.

Could it be that Henry has arrived?

Henry did indeed arrive.

But it wasn't his men who came; it was his head.

His head was placed on a tray and slowly carried in by a member of the Martino family.

At first, the people present didn't pay attention, but then they smelled a strong stench of blood.

Only then did they realize what was happening and turn to look.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the head with its eyes still open.

stunned.

This is...this is too barbaric and cruel!
This is completely a bloody atmosphere from the old days when everyone was carrying knives and hacking at each other.

But times have changed, how can you still do that?
Moreover, this is a sanctuary.

This is really...

Although everyone's heart was in turmoil, no one dared to say anything.

Henry's head has been delivered; what else can they do?
Many people haven't used knives or guns for decades, and some have never done this kind of work before. The smell of blood makes them instinctively nauseous.

And there's one more, most important question...

How exactly did Vasini manage to do that?

No sooner had they announced that Henry hadn't come than Henry died.

This is too scary!

Vasini, however, felt no terror whatsoever. In fact, he appeared incredibly devout. He looked at Henry's head, first drawing a dark triangle, and then slowly turned Henry's head, whose eyes still held the lingering fear, towards everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have something to announce now."

—————— The last door slowly opened before everyone.

Then, what everyone saw was another item covered by a cloth.

However, for some reason, the shape of this thing doesn't look like a painting at all.

Could it be a sculpture?
"Yes," Ethan said, "it was the work of a technician friend of his."

That makes sense: skilled worker, sculptor.

Did they carve a sculpture of the Fairy of Spring?
Rubens sneered inwardly. It wasn't a painting after all; his chances of winning were even greater.

As everyone knows, sculpture is much more difficult. How could a mere technician possibly create a masterpiece?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Ethan, come on, let us see what a masterpiece it is."

Everyone was itching to get started and couldn't stand still any longer.

Ethan nodded, still looking slightly tired.

Because he had to accompany him throughout the entire process and maintain support for Vasini.

That's right, Vasini was able to kill Henry without anyone noticing, naturally with the help of Ethan.

Fortunately, he was currently in the sanctuary and had additional assistance; otherwise, Ethan would have had a hard time helping him from such a distance.

He couldn't help but wipe away his sweat before regaining his smile. He stepped forward and looked at everyone, saying, "Then, I will unveil this masterpiece for you!"

As he spoke, he suddenly ripped the cloth, finally revealing the object.

When the object was fully revealed to everyone, everyone was stunned.

Even Andy, the president of the arts association.

He had no idea beforehand that Ethan had placed this item in the exhibition hall.

If he had known beforehand, he would have stopped Ethan.

This is insane and absurd.

Because what was covered by the cloth wasn't a sculpture at all; it was actually a toilet!

Hard to understand.

Everyone present was in a state of utter confusion.

They already had a vision in mind, but even the wildest, most outlandish ideas would never involve a flush toilet.

What does it mean?
"Ethan..."

Hughes' face had turned pale. He knew that his disciple had always been unconventional, but this was just too unconventional. He could only accept the outcome for him.

Meanwhile, Rubens was already laughing heartily. He had worried for nothing, thinking it was some kind of masterpiece. But alas, he had no idea.

"This can be considered a work of art?"

"How can this not be considered a work of art?"

At this point, someone seriously refuted Rubens.

It was Pope who refuted him. He spoke very seriously as he walked over to the toilet and looked at it as if it held some secret.

Andy and his friends, the members of the Gallery of Mirrors, were equally serious.

Some of them have to do it, like Andy, who can't say it's not a work of art, otherwise what will happen to his reputation?
Is it acceptable to allow someone to desecrate the arts center with a toilet?
There are also some people who genuinely believe this is a work of art. The Mirror Gallery has always believed that art comes from all things themselves, and this toilet, which is full of the sweat and wisdom of the craftsmen, is a work of art.

More importantly, Ethan's ideas and his way of expressing them are unprecedented and ahead of their time.

Driven by this atmosphere, more people joined the appreciation group, and even many of the people Rubens himself brought with him switched sides.

The main reason is that they were impressed by Ethan's previous paintings. So, how could someone as artistically talented as Ethan be wrong?

This is a work of art!
"No, how could you..."

Now it was Rubins' turn to be dumbfounded.

The reporters who followed quickly captured the scene.

They had a strong premonition that this was the beginning of a new era.

(End of this chapter)