Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 60 [Unfinished Great Work]

time.

4:40 pm.

Almost half a quarter of an hour had passed since El entered the classroom.

He never came out.

The snow is falling heavier.

Everyone's patience continues to wear thin.

Various suspicions have spread among the people.

But most people had only one voice, which was that Ethan probably didn't draw anything good.

Otherwise why didn't El come out yet?

Only a few people still believed that Ethan was okay.

One of them, naturally, was Bob.

He now almost worships Ethan as a god. No matter what Ethan does, he believes he can succeed.

Another one is Sophia, who is still a little worried.

Even though she did think Ethan was talented.

But the theme of time... and with such a short time, what can be drawn?

"Principal, why don't I go in and take a look."

Ramon spoke at this time.

Just as Lauren was about to agree, he saw El almost staggering out from the direction of the classroom, holding an easel in his hand.

But anyone can see that he is now completely disheartened.

Ethan's paintings, I'm afraid...

"Where are the Ethans?"

Seeing El approaching the crowd but Ethan nowhere to be seen, Ramon spoke again.

"He...left."

El spoke with great difficulty, his throat seemed to be stuck.

He himself didn't know how he got out of there, and he even thought about running away.

But he couldn't bear to give up all this. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance?
"Gone? I think he ran away? I knew this person had a bad character, as expected..."

Ramon almost laughed out loud when he heard this answer.

He has already won.

This business is really doing well.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar.

The good show that we had been waiting for for so long today turned out to be a farce.

It's such a waste of time.

Many people have already planned to leave.

El mustered up his courage, looked at Loren and Pubol, and said, "Why don't we take a look at his work first? He left behind some paintings. Maybe he left early because of something urgent."

Hearing this, the crowd quieted down a little.

Loren glanced at Pubol.

Pubol nodded: "Let's take a look, since we are here."

Pubol is indeed a fairly friendly person.

With his nod, El took a deep breath, then straightened the easel in his hand, allowing the painting to appear in front of everyone.

The moment they saw the painting, everyone was stunned.

If that can still be considered a painting...

There was a series of incomprehensible lines on the canvas. At first glance, it was extremely messy and it was impossible to tell what was painted on it.

It's totally like doodling, real graffiti.

Even if you look closely...

Well, it seems to be just a doodle.

Is this the work of the student named Ethan?

No wonder he escaped early.

Can this thing be called a painting?
Ramon laughed out loud.

The others present couldn't help but laugh. Now it was confirmed that this was a farce.

This person from Winchester University is in big trouble.

We invited such a famous master, but the student he tested turned out to be a complete idiot.

Just when everyone was waiting for Pubol to get furious and the farce to end.

The great painter walked quickly to the canvas, stretched out his hand, and carefully, as if afraid of damaging something, gently stroked the lines on it.

"Grandmaster……"

El couldn't help but speak.

Pubol raised a finger to stop him: "Shh..."

As if afraid that he would alarm something.

This scene made everyone present gradually quiet down, and no one was confused.

Master, what happened?
"Don't you feel that time has stopped here?"

Pubol finally turned around and left the painting to everyone again. He pointed at the lines on it with just one finger: "Look at these lines, they are amazing. I feel like time is flowing in my hands..."

He closed his eyes as he spoke, completely intoxicated.

The others were still stunned, but some of them did have good artistic attainments, such as teachers from the Art College of Winster University and artists in the Winster art world, who gradually felt something different from this graffiti.

If you look closely, you'll see that this drawing isn't just a random sketch; the lines actually form a clock, and also look like some kind of running monster.

This painting is indeed not finished, it is just a prototype.

But even this prototype is already very artistic.

Its style is surprisingly close to that of Pubol, quite whimsical.

No wonder Pubol was so intoxicated.

That student named Ethan is actually a genius?

Then why didn't he finish it?

"What's that student's name? Ethan? Find him back here, right now. I want to see him finish this piece. I have a feeling it's going to be a great piece! Quick, quick, quick!"

Pubol's voice grew louder and louder, almost roaring at last.

El was startled by the roar, then he was overjoyed and immediately trotted off to find someone.

Ramon in the field had a gloomy face. He couldn't understand how that pile of shit could be a great work.

This damn Pubol, what the hell is he talking about?
Sure enough, all artists deserve to die.

"Mr. Pubol, are you mistaken? This thing..."

He also wants to turn the situation around.

Pubol interrupted him harshly: "Shut up! Who are you? Are you questioning my artistic level?"

"I'm Ramon, we just talked, and I don't mean to offend, I just..."

"Ramon? Are you a painter? Can you draw?"

"no……"

"Then shut up. You are not qualified to judge this work."

Pubol, who used to be very unrestrained and always laughing and scolding, now spoke in a stern voice. He regarded Ethan's painting as a treasure and would not allow anyone to desecrate it.

Ramon's face became uglier as he was yelled at, so he had no choice but to shut up.

But he immediately sneered in his heart, forget it, even if that kid really painted a masterpiece, so what, he is finished, and he will never be able to paint any great work again.

That thing is just a waste draft.

Thinking of this, Ramon felt happy again.

But at this moment, El came back trotting. He smiled and said to Pubol, "Master, I just called Ethan's home. He just got home. He said there was an emergency at home, so he left without saying goodbye. He said he can finish this work anytime."

"Okay, okay, you let him come. No, I want to visit him in person. Ethan, Ethan, this person is so interesting. I didn't expect to meet such a genius in Winster!"

Pupo was immediately overjoyed and praised Ethan loudly.

In the crowd, Ramon was already shivering all over.

what's the situation? !

Why, why is Ethan still fine?
　Second update!

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　　Also, let me say something off topic, one is about the technical issues of painting. There were indeed some flaws in what I wrote before. This time I consulted relevant people, and it should be relatively better.

　　The second is that the previous chapter was changed. Lewis died. The previous writing was a bit presumptuous and too symmetrical. I wanted Velen to kill him, but the result was inferior. Friends who want to read it can read it again. It doesn’t matter if you don’t read it. Lewis is dead anyway.

　　
　
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