CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: THE NIGHT BEFORE

Walter watched as the purple bricks dissolved bit by bit in the water, eventually soaking the entire glass into a purple ocean, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit enchanted.

Such results were enough to make him famous in the chemistry world, and he could even publish a paper in a prestigious journal.

Even if the first author on the paper had to be his boss’s name, he could still be the second author.

His reputation could also surpass those classmates who looked down on him, and even his teachers.

What a pity...

This was a business that couldn’t see the light of day; these were results that couldn’t see the light of day.

"No smell of alcohol."

Ethan sniffed carefully, indeed there was no hint of alcohol.

"That’s right, no smell of alcohol."

Walter nodded with some pride.

Anya who was watching from the side was a bit confused, but she soon understood the key.

No smell of alcohol was indeed the most important part.

This way, when these grape bricks are sold, they are not considered wine, and they can even be legally marketed.

"After being brewed in water for three days, they will turn into wine, and the taste is quite good."

"Well done, Walter, you are indeed my master brewer." Ethan recalled the advertisements for those grape bricks from his previous life.

Strictly prohibited from staying in water too long, or they will begin to ferment into grape wine.

At that time, it could even be used as promotion.

"But how’s the cost?"

"The cost is still a bit high, but trust me, boss, I will make it about the same price as brewing a bottle of wine, then we won’t have to worry about brewing illicit wine anymore." Walter dreamed of this day, and also looked forward to his three percent share.

Ethan stared at the grape wine slowly fermenting in the water, feeling the gentle stir of his ’True God’s Name.’

Indeed, just like he had suspected.

As long as it’s related to elements of violence, once he has some creative manifestation, it can cause a resonance with ’True God’s Name,’ thus creating new authority.

Grape bricks, illicit wine.

In an angle only he could see, the hefty ’True God’s Name,’ Instigator and Protector of Violence, slowly sprouted new tendrils.

Those tendrils were purple, just like grape vines, extending and bearing new fruit.

A dense cluster of liquid constantly evolved, finally forming a new true name, authority.

Researcher and Transformer of Wine.

Ethan directly used this authority on the cup of fermenting grape water before him.

In the next moment, he handed it to Walter.

"Take a sip."

"What’s up, boss?" Walter looked at Ethan in confusion, not knowing why he was doing this, but he drank a sip anyway.

Then he realized that the grape water in his hand had somehow turned into very tasty grape wine.

How was this possible?! Walter was shocked; he didn’t understand how this grape water, just starting to ferment, had suddenly turned into grape wine?

Moreover, this flavor was at least akin to something stored in a cellar for over a year.

"Boss, how on earth did you do this?"

"Don’t be so tense; it’s just a little magic trick." Ethan didn’t reveal much, patting his shoulder, and casually took a bottle of illicit wine from the box beside him, opened it, and took a sip.

The flavor improved similarly.

But that was about it.

This authority’s current effect was still too unremarkable.

He was almost exhausted, able to only make the grape water before him, and the two boxes of illicit wine next to it, taste better.

The efficiency was too low.

But with the sale of grape bricks, maybe this authority will grow rapidly, and by then if it can be given to Walter, along with his research capabilities...

Perhaps, he could truly dominate the world of illicit wine.

"Walter, work hard, get our grape bricks to mass production soon, I will give you six percent." Ethan added encouragement once more.

And Walter was already full of excitement, six percent! Six percent!

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The time after that flew by.

Ethan also lived his days step by step.

Apart from taking care of business, there was practicing his painting skills.

With days of training, he had already retrieved the feeling of his previous self, coupled with those masterpieces from his past life in his mind, he was confident that no matter the challenge, he could handle it.

If worst came to worst, he would just replicate those famous works, become a transporter of famous paintings then.

He refused to believe that gathering the strengths of Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Picasso, Dali, and other big names, he could still lose.

Of course, amid this, he also met once with Sofia.

He and Sofia chatted happily; Sofia had a simple and gentle personality, being with her felt no pressure.

Her painting skills weren’t bad, Ethan also gave her some pointers.

When she left, she already invited Ethan to visit her home next time.

Everything was going smoothly.

What he couldn’t get from John Hott, he could achieve through other means.

Just that on the day he returned home, for some reason, Anya stepped on the gas really hard, almost bumping Ethan up.

The time finally pushed to a day before the gamble.

On this day, the great painter Pupol arrived at Winster.

Pupol was a figure renowned throughout the Kingdom, and even, not just within the Kingdom, he was famous in the Old Continent too; he could be said to be a prominent person in contemporary art history.

His paintings had once been auctioned at the Royal Capital Count Galord Auction House for a staggering thirty million Golden Rye, hailed as the pinnacle of the collecting world.

The fantastic artistic style he created was popular worldwide, countless followers studying, imitating, admiring him.

Numerous universities rushed to offer specialized courses.

With such an art titan coming to the relatively art-deficient Winster, it naturally drew huge attention.

Local newspapers of Winster had started warming up a month ago; these past two days, they reported on Pupol’s news and past honors daily.

His itinerary was intensely exposed.

Naturally, Ethan also received notice from Winster University.

El called to inform him that his test had been negotiated with Pupol, who was very interested to reserve two hours for him to showcase his painting skills.

But the premise was on-the-spot topic, on-the-spot painting, and judged by Pupol, along with a bunch of Winster artists, and teachers and students of Winster University’s Art Department.

This ruled out the possibility of cheating.

Unless Ethan already knew Pupol, Pupol directly helped him cheat.

But if this were the case, Ethan wouldn’t be doubted and attacked by Ramon, he would have already gained fame in the art world.

The time entered the final countdown.

The people of Winster were each busy with their own affairs.

They were either busy making a living, looking forward to witnessing a great artist’s demeanor, or rubbing their hands in anticipation.

On this night.

Palon had a dream.