Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 142 [Black Rose]

If there is anyone in Winston City who can create a trend other than reporting tax evasion, it is only one person.

Ethan.

The news that Ethan's modified version of "The Persistence of Memory" was sold at a sky-high price of 10 million gold in the royal capital was passed back to Winster at the fastest speed.

The various Winston newspapers that had been reporting extensively on the disadvantages of tax evasion, encouraging people to file their taxes, or reporting on tax-themed topics, all replaced their reports with Ethan's photo and the painting the next day.

Of course, whether or not you have that painting depends entirely on your own ability.

Because Ethan's finished drawing was never shown in Winster, the only photo available in Winster was the original sketch.

At this time, it depends on your connections and your grasp of timing.

During the painting competition that day, the person who was there and smart enough to take a picture of the sketch would be the biggest winner.

They also have the right to interview Ethan first.

That's right, Ethan is ready for an interview.

This is also necessary work.

Whether it is to continue to consolidate and strengthen his popularity, or to intentionally or unintentionally leak some information that he may be holding a personal exhibition, reporters are the best helpers.

Even though it is a turbulent spring now.

Many people are eyeing him covetously.

"How about this tie of mine? Does it look old-fashioned?"

Ethan was adjusting his tie for the interview in front of the mirror while looking back at Huoyan.

The Living Flame has finally come to Winster.

He didn't come alone this time. Ethan sent people to move almost all of his belongings here.

This put an end to his idea of ​​going back.

"It looks good. You look good in anything you wear." Huo Yan tried to make his smile sound sincere enough.

The main reason is that he really doesn't want to come. He is a scientific research talent. He never goes out except for necessary things on weekdays. He would rather study alone in the laboratory until he dies.

But there was no way, he couldn't disobey Ethan's death order.

After all, he knew Ethan's true identity.

King of the North Sea.

"Let's take a look at that, and see if there's any clue." Ethan looked at how uncomfortable he was and couldn't help but smile. A otaku like him should be taken out to get more sun.

Flame, who was feeling uncomfortable at first, immediately felt relieved when he saw what Ethan was pointing at, because he quickly got into the state.

What Ethan was pointing at was the trophy that Vincent brought back that day, the heart.

I have to say that the power of the Iron Tyrant's real name is really strong. So many days have passed, and without external energy, the heart is still beating slowly.

Huoyan walked over, looked at it, and took out tools from somewhere.

After studying it for a while, he said, "This should be the creation of the Iron Tyrant True Namer, and it is of a very high level."

An expert is an expert after all. He saw through the composition of this heart in just a moment.

"One of my main opponents now is an Iron Tyrant True Namer, who is probably at level five." Ethan had already chosen his tie, adjusted his collar, and looked at Huoyan again.

"Do you have any way to help me crack this creation of his?"

"It's difficult, after all, the level gap is too big. But if it's just targeting his creations, I can give it a try."

Huoyan said this, then, as if remembering something, quickly produced a long wooden box. "By the way, come and see my work. It's made exactly as you requested. I've added three special features: indestructibility, extreme long-range capability, and increased power. I haven't actually tested it yet, but I believe it should be able to achieve maximum damage within a thousand meters."

The wooden box was opened, revealing a dark black rifle with a streamlined body and an extremely long barrel. On top of the gun body was a beautifully polished lens barrel.

This design is completely different from other rifles of the same period, and it was created by Ethan.

The reference objects he chose were Barrett, AWM and other famous guns.

"It's truly a work of art. I have to once again admire your aesthetic appreciation. How did you come up with such an elegant piece?"

Huo Yan gently stroked the sniper rifle as if he were caressing a lover's hand.

Ethan didn't say anything and just picked it up. It was quite heavy, but for someone with a real name, it should be no problem.

He looked at the telescope again and found that this telescope seemed unusual.

"Haha, you see, the thing I'm most proud of about this gun is actually the barrel. It's also an alchemical artifact. I gave it the eagle-eye property, and it can also be linked to the gun. This gun is actually a four-property artifact, and it's priceless."

When Huo Yan talked about his work, he chattered nonstop and was like a completely different person.

Ethan was very satisfied. A gun like this, if placed in the hands of the right person, could fully exert its 200% power.

For example, Anya.

After being promoted to Scarlet Servant, Anya gained a stronger grasp of firearms.

Just at this moment, Anya walked in from outside. Just as she was about to say something in return, Ethan threw the gun to her.

As soon as Anya took it in her hand, she was immediately attracted by the feel of the gun and its unique shape.

"Like it?"

"Yeah." She liked it at first sight.

"This is for you. Practice well."

"What's its name?" Anya couldn't let it go.

"Black Rose, let's call it Black Rose." Ethan looked at Anya, who was wearing a black hunting suit and holding a black sniper rifle.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was praising someone or talking about the gun.

"Oh, by the way, young master, the reporters outside have arrived and are waiting for you in the reception room." Anya took a while to remember why she came here and said quickly.

But she still couldn't help but hug Black Rose tightly.

"Got it. I'll go first. You arrange a place for Huoyan to stay and give him the information about the weapons factory."

Ethan said as he left his office.

The reception room was not far from his office. As soon as he entered, he saw today's interviewer.

It's a man.

The man was not sitting on the sofa. He was standing in front of the French window, as if observing the courtyard of the Pauletta family.

It wasn't until Ethan walked into the room that he seemed to react. He turned around, looked at Ethan, and introduced himself calmly: "Hello, Mr. Ethan, let me introduce myself. I am Morgan, an independent reporter. Nice to meet you."

Ethan also smiled and extended his hand.

But he actually cares about one thing, that is...

This independent journalist named Morgan has very bright eyes, so bright that they are even a little weird.

(End of this chapter)