CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: THE HAPPIEST DAY

Palon dreamed he returned to that night again.

The sound of gunfire kept ringing in his ears, and he could only hide under the bed, trembling.

Everything outside was unknown, and his strongest support, brother Joan, was already dead.

He didn’t know what kind of fate awaited him.

The miserable outcomes of countless losing families in conflicts flashed through his mind, and he could only fearfully stuff his fist into his mouth to avoid making sounds, comforting himself that he wouldn’t be discovered hiding there.

Then, he was viciously dragged out from under the bed by a pair of strong hands.

Palon woke up.

He sat on the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes were already red; he almost suffocated to death in the dream.

He hurriedly grabbed a bottle of alcohol nearby, took two gulps, and finally calmed down a bit.

Yet, thinking about the things he had to do tomorrow, his heart still kept racing.

Can he really do it?

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A new day has arrived.

The weather is still good, sunny, but the air is getting colder, and the whole atmosphere is permeated with a scent of upcoming snow.

It is indeed about time, as the coldest winds are sweeping in from Beihai at this moment.

In half a month, perhaps all of Winster will be covered in snow and ice.

When Ethan woke up, he distinctly felt this chill; if not for his body being modified by the ’True God’s Name’, he would be thinking about where to get a pair of long johns.

After washing and dressing in a very casual sky-blue suit, Ethan seemed quite relaxed.

He didn’t think there was anything special about today.

Even though he was going to be evaluated by the internationally renowned painter Pupol later, it was just whatever.

For breakfast, he ate seafood soup with a piece of cod; on such a cold morning, one should eat some hot food to get through.

After eating, Ethan drank a cup of hot red wine and finally felt comfortable.

Riding to Winster University, passing through downtown, Ethan noticed some main roads were adorned with banners welcoming Pupol.

This painter’s influence is far larger than imagined.

At ten in the morning, he arrived at Winster University.

Today, Winster University was more lively than usual.

The school’s parking lot was already almost half full, indicating the crowd.

These people were here to catch a glimpse of the great painter.

However, Pupol has not yet arrived at Winster University; his visiting time today is eleven o’clock. After touring the campus, he will dine at the school and continue exchanges, with three in the afternoon reserved for Ethan.

Ethan was indifferent, treating it as social practice.

Today, those who could come to Winster University were certainly prominent Winster City figures, otherwise obtaining an invitation was impossible.

In the future, Ethan intends to establish himself in Winster’s high society, and will inevitably have to interact with these people, so this is early acquaintanceship.

Climbing the steps, Ethan barely made a few before being called out.

Turning around, he saw Bob Older.

Ethan had indeed helped him get today’s invitation.

Bob’s spirits seemed increasingly vibrant, and even his hair appeared denser.

He was holding a little girl’s hand, ascending step by step.

"Good morning, Bob."

"Good morning, young master, this is my daughter Monica. Monica, quickly greet the young master."

Bob patted the little girl’s head, unable to hide his happiness.

He had never felt so right about working for the Bolita Clan as he did now.

In previous days, he had no qualifications to participate in such an event.

He was merely a second-rate lawyer; yes, he was a Winster University graduate, but his grades at the time weren’t great, his family background wasn’t strong, and he didn’t know any big names, leaving him to do the dirty work at law firms, serving as a lawyer for the underworld.

Only the most excellent among his classmates, those with the highest family background, could attend such events, or people like Murphy.

Now he was here, with his daughter.

Today was the happiest day of his life.

"Call me Ethan, big brother is fine. Hi, Monica, hello there. How old are you this year?"

As they chatted, they entered the school.

Upon appearance, many looked their way.

This was inevitable, as he had already become a prominent figure at Winster University, as well as an unseen protagonist of today’s grand gathering.

People couldn’t help but pay attention to him.

El naturally noticed him as well.

Originally engaged in conversation with a middle-aged man, El immediately concluded it upon seeing Ethan and walked swiftly towards him.

"Ethan, you finally arrived, you..."

One could hear that El was still devoid of confidence, as his words bore a hint of urging Ethan to flee.

"El, good morning, let me introduce, this is my family’s lawyer, Bob, and his daughter..."

Ethan interrupted him and began introducing Bob.

Sofia soon arrived and greeted Ethan.

Some legal and political guests accompanying Sofia also greeted El.

Taking the chance, Ethan introduced Bob to Sofia.

Bob, who was originally a lawyer, couldn’t touch this level prior, but now, with a middleman, he immediately struck up conversations with those in law and politics.

Among the exchanges, someone was even an alumnus of the same year as Bob.

Bob felt a bit ecstatic, even a bit unreal.

Could he really engage in delightful conversations with such people one day?

A visible staircase slowly unfolded before him.

Truly, it was the happiest day.

After leading Bob, Ethan walked away with Sofia.

"Ethan, are you nervous?" Sofia couldn’t help but ask.

"Nervous? No way, this sort of art, it’s there if it is, not if it isn’t, right?"

Ethan laughed.

Sofia laughed too.

Only Anya was bored kicking a pebble; a pebble was kicked out, heavily embedding in the wall.

Around eleven o’clock, the great painter Pupol finally arrived.

As he stepped into the campus, the usually quiet massive buildings collectively emitted an almost humming sound.

Like a torrent running within.

Too many people were greeting him, trying to converse, showing goodwill, or making other contacts.

A large number of newspaper reporters were closely following, constantly taking photographs.

In such a heated atmosphere, Winster’s sky showed no sign of improvement; instead, near noon, it slowly turned overcast.

That somber feeling indicated a big snowfall was incoming.