Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 56 [Time]

Half past one in the afternoon.

Compared to the excitement on the cliffs of Winster University, the city of Winster was not actually affected too much.

People still go about their daily lives.

No one changed because of Pubol's arrival.

Apart from……

Palen.

Palen was drinking after waking up from a nightmare in the morning, and he had already drunk a lot of alcohol.

Even with his huge capacity for drinking, he felt dizzy at this moment, but there was nothing that could stop him from continuing.

Because his hands still couldn't stop shaking.

Pick up the bottle again.

A hand suddenly snatched it away.

"Don't drink any more, Palen. There's nothing to be afraid of. He knows nothing, and we have the upper hand."

The speaker was a man with a big beard.

His name is Gary, Bearded Gary.

He was once the biggest leader under Joan and also the most loyal one.

Even after Fred came, he couldn't replace him. He was always Joan's confidant.

But things happened so quickly that night, and Fred, as the second-in-command, asked him to stay on top of his territory, so he didn't have a chance to come to the rescue.

Later, Fred died, and Ethan took over the Cabrera family's territory without settling accounts with the old people.

Gary's territory didn't change, and he didn't do anything.

At most, I would contact Palen privately from time to time.

Using a code word that only those core members of the Cabrera family could understand.

For a long time, Palen ignored Gary.

He doesn't want to die.

He was afraid of Ethan.

until……

Until that accident.

Lewis.

Palen finally reconnected with Gary.

Then, Gary contacted all the elders of the Cabrera family he could trust.

In secret, the former Cabrera family has been resurrected once again.

Gary seemed very excited and kept smoking, filling the whole room with smoke.

"We have those people to help us, and he is not at home. This is the opportunity God has given us, Palen. Don't be afraid. When the time comes, I will bring his head to you."

Gary lit another cigarette and then took out his pocket watch and took a look at it.

It's almost two o'clock.

Everyone is ready.

Just waiting for the moment the bullet leaves the gun.

Two o'clock.

Put out the last cigarette.

Gary took out a custom-made Magnan 717, which was also the pride of Magnan Company and its power was second only to the hand cannon.

He wiped the surface of the gun gently and then loaded it hard.

My only regret is that I have never been able to get hold of one of those things called a Winster typewriter.

Otherwise, today will go much smoother.

But it doesn’t matter, after today, everything will be there.

"Palen, if you're scared, just hide somewhere no one knows you. I'll find you when this is all over."

Palen said nothing, but poured himself another glass.

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Half past two in the afternoon.

The sky is already very gloomy, and the feeling of snow can no longer be hidden. It remains to be seen when it will fall.

But the snow could not affect the enthusiasm at Winster University at all.

At this point, Pubol had finished the conversation and entered the dinner time.

Many of Winster’s celebrities finally found a chance to talk to him.

Pubol was not aloof; he was pleasant to talk to and even had a sense of humor, often making people around him laugh. Ethan watched the great painter from a distance.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties with a rather exaggerated mustache. He is not handsome, but his temperament is indeed unique.

There is a kind of... um...

Ethan thought for a long time and came up with a word: avant-garde feeling.

Pubol is indeed an avant-garde figure in the art world. His painting style is unique and completely different from any previous one.

When he first debuted, his painting style was severely criticized by critics, who believed that he was blaspheming art.

Because his painting style is very strange and often unexpected, the content of his works is imaginative and has a sense of fantasy.

So later his painting style was also called fantasy.

Ethan had studied his painting style these days and he already had some alternative plans in mind.

It depends on what questions the other party will ask.

Time passes little by little.

It's almost three o'clock.

The most eye-catching part of today is about to come.

The great painter Pubol personally assessed the talent of a student.

This matter had been spread a few days ago. A great painter, an ordinary art student, and a talent assessment, this was already very eye-catching.

In addition, the identity of that student is not simple.

The student's last name was Pauletta.

This is a surname that has been very popular in Winster City recently.

In addition, this evaluation also involves some conflicts within the University of Winchester.

It was so much fun.

The time was almost up and Ethan had been called over by El.

Although it was said beforehand that the test would be conducted in public, once it really started, it was impossible to let Ethan paint in front of a crowd. The pressure would be too great.

El was really afraid that something might happen to Ethan, so he argued for it, and with Loren's tacit consent, he finally arranged a seaside classroom for Ethan to use as a studio.

Others continued their meal outside.

Give Ethan two hours and see what he can draw.

Three o'clock sharp.

The entire dinner scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone is looking forward to and searching for the next leading actor.

Pubol is also looking.

Ethan took the initiative to step forward and walked in front of Pubol.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Pubol, I'm Ethan Porretta, and I'm happy to take your test."

Ethan behaved very politely, even using the bow that only nobles used.

Many people have been attracted by Ethan's appearance.

After all, his face is too handsome.

"Ethan, Ethan, I seem to have heard your name." Pubol touched his beard, thought for a while, but seemed not to remember it.

"Anyway, be careful, young man. I'm not some nice guy. Don't take my words as a joke. When it comes to artistic pursuits, I only consider good and bad. If your painting is too bad, I will criticize you mercilessly."

“That’s nature, that’s what art is.”

"Well, everyone..."

Pubol amplified the sound so that everyone present could hear it.

"My theme for this young man is...time."

time?

When hearing this topic, many people looked confused.

What kind of theme is this?

How to draw?
Compared to the concrete sea, people, flowers, mountains...

Time is a truly baffling subject.

"Time? Okay, I think I have some ideas." Ethan walked towards the studio without looking back.

People outside are still in confusion.

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