Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 306 [Torture]

After a whirlwind of meaningless banquets and parties.

Ethan finally received the most important invitation.

An invitation from the second prince, Adrian.

Joseph personally delivered the invitation, and he was also responsible for picking Ethan up to attend the meeting.

As soon as he got in the car, Joseph said, "Trafford has finally spoken up."

After that night, Trafford was transferred to Joseph's hands.

As for how to handle it afterward, that's up to Joseph.

"good news."

Ethan nodded.

"The bad news is, Michelle is dead."

"How did you die?"

"Suicide, of course, the official story would be that he died from his injuries."

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Indeed, in such a struggle, no one is a true fool.

Before real danger arrives, all connections will be severed.

"However, Trafford's testimony alone was enough for the Third Division to take it from the eldest prince."

"So, that's why our Prince Adrian finally agreed to see me?"

"Not at all, Your Highness has indeed been very busy these days."

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Ethan remained silent.

The car drove through the city and finally stopped at a club.

Ethan was familiar with this club; it was here that he met Joseph when he first arrived in the capital.

Sukarni Club.

This Second Prince really has the demeanor of a soldier; even after returning to the capital, he still hangs out in the officers' club.

Guided by Joseph, Ethan arrived at the top floor of the club.

This floor was probably specially set up for Adrian, or perhaps the entire club originally belonged to His Highness.

His Highness was not indoors; he was swimming in the outdoor pool on the balcony.

When Ethan and his group arrived, the prince was swimming from one end to the other.

A man in military uniform was waiting by the pool with a bathrobe in his hand, his eyes seemingly fixed on the water, or perhaps silently observing Ethan.

With a "crash".

Adrian finally emerged from the water. The sun was shining brightly on him, making him appear incredibly dazzling.

He has a near-perfect body proportion; every muscle on his body looks like it was meticulously sculpted by a craftsman, and even the speed at which water droplets fall on him seems perfectly synchronized.

He is like the sun god.

Even though his hair was purple, it didn't diminish his radiant glow at all.

Perhaps it was because his smile was too dazzling.

His appearance was also frighteningly handsome, even surpassing that of the eldest prince, who was already considered handsome.

Impeccable.

They look like characters straight out of a myth.

He casually draped the bathrobe over himself and then opened his arms to Ethan and the others.

"Oh, Joseph, this must be Ethan, right? Our great artist, our great hero, welcome!"

"See Your Highness."

Ethan bowed meticulously, following protocol.

"No need to be so polite, Ethan. If anyone should be bowing, it should be me to you. Without you, we would have suffered a crushing defeat this time."

There seemed to be some kind of force surging within.

Ethan could no longer lower his head.

Adrian was already sitting on a recliner nearby.

"Sit down, sit down, Ethan, and Joseph, you've both worked hard." He gestured for Ethan and the others to sit on the recliners nearby. He wasn't as aloof and unapproachable as the rumors suggested.

After Ethan and the others sat down, he spoke again.

“What shall we drink? Consider it a victory celebration. Constantine, go and get a bottle of wine. Let’s open the bottle of gin that Father bestowed upon us.”

The man in military uniform who had been waiting by the pool had vanished like a ghost.

It's clear that Adrian values ​​Ethan a lot.

"Actually, Ethan, I've admired you for a long time. I really like your paintings."

Ethan was already somewhat immune to this kind of rhetoric.

It seems that almost everyone who meets him says similar things.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Highness."

"Do you know which of your works is my favorite?"

Which one?

Generally speaking, people like Ethan's works in similar ways, such as "The Orphan of St. Quantico" or "The Persistence of Memory".

I imagine this Second Prince is similar.

"It's 'The Last Supper'."

However, his answer was completely different.

"why?"

Ethan was somewhat surprised.

This work is relatively obscure among Ethan's paintings, far less famous than his other works, and it only appears at auctions, never in newspapers.

"Because I really like the desire you depicted in that painting, the image of that person who devours everything. Humans have desires, after all."

Adrian said this.

Before anyone knew it, the man named Constantine had returned, holding a bottle of wine that had already been opened, the golden liquid dripping into Adrian's glass.

"Ethan, what are your desires?"

He suddenly asked, looking directly at Ethan.

Ethan saw his eyes, a pair of purple eyes with a faint golden glow, as if once you made eye contact, there was no escape.

"Power, money, beauty, what do you want?"

Adrian's words suddenly seemed extremely distant, as if they came from the horizon, yet they were also so grand, like some kind of judgment.

It seems like Ethan would be crushed to pieces if he made a mistake.

"family."

After a moment of distraction, Ethan used the name of the true God to counter this grand imagery.

He slowly uttered a single word.

"Oh? A family? Interesting."

Adrian swirled the wine in his glass and nodded again.

"That's right, you're from Fengcui. People from Fengcui value family. Very good. Come on, let's drink."

Constantine reappeared beside Ethan and Joseph at some point and offered them wine.

Adrian then reverted to his radiant and beaming self, as if the grand vision he had just witnessed had never existed.

Ethan and Joseph drank together.

The wine was indeed excellent; even Ethan, with his discerning palate, couldn't find fault with it.

"From now on, if you need anything, you can go to Joseph, and Joseph will help you. If you want to see me, you can also go to him, and I will help you."

Finally, Adrian said again.

When they left, Ethan didn't react much while sitting in the car, but Joseph let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had sweated a lot.

"Ethan, you rascal... I don't know whether to call you lucky or unlucky. His Highness seems to value you highly, and it's fortunate that your answer was true, otherwise, I'm afraid..."

Joseph kept shaking his head.

Ethan then turned and glanced at the Sukarni club behind him.

This Second Prince is indeed extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)