Ethan didn't ask much about why Vincent had something like the Blood of Truth.

Just like Vincent said, "We each have our secrets. Just as I won't ask why you are the King of the Beihai, you should not ask why I possess the Blood of Truth. You need only know that I will always love you, and I will always love the family."

To be honest, Ethan was moved.

That stirring rooted in his bloodline enveloped him.

Even if this bloodline originally did not belong to him, now, it belonged to him.

His surname was Bolita.

After dinner, Ethan did not rest but went to the private liquor factory.

It wasn't to inspect the production of the grape bricks, but to retrieve a Winster typewriter.

He needed to ensure the quality and produce a perfect enough sample.

Because this gun was meant to be a gift.

The recipient, naturally, was the special action commissioner from the Royal Capital's Kingdom Defense Bureau, Solomon.

Today, the little matter Solomon and he discussed was...

The Winster typewriter.

"I heard you've developed a firearm that can fire continuously, with astonishing power. Such a weapon should be contributed to the Kingdom and used on the front battlefield; that would be its best destiny, wouldn't it?"

"Of course."

This time, Ethan couldn't refuse.

After all, this was proposed by Solomon, who was truly an important figure.

Fortunately, Solomon was a reasonable and rule-abiding man.

So Ethan didn't end up with nothing.

"Naturally, I am a person who respects rules. I like equivalent exchange, so by contributing this weapon to the Kingdom, the Kingdom can give you an opportunity. You can have partial monopoly rights in the northern part of the Kingdom. You can have the exclusive manufacturing and sales rights for this weapon. How about it?"

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Actually, if you look at it closely, Ethan even profited from this deal rather than losing.

Because he obtained the manufacturing and sales rights for the weapon, even if it was just this one weapon.

You know, rules can change.

Once he got this ticket to enter the arena, manufacturing and selling other weapons in the future is not out of the question.

And in the Kingdom, being an arms dealer is not that easy.

When Ethan first designed the Winster typewriter, he had considered this aspect.

But after understanding the market further, he temporarily gave up.

Because the waters run deep here, just obtaining one weapon manufacturing and sales right was difficult, with unknown numbers of people eyeing it.

For a Mafia member to step into this business, it's as challenging as climbing the heavens.

Unexpectedly, today everything fell into place by accident.

Thus, Ethan attached great importance to this matter.

And to set up a weapons factory, an appropriate host is critical, which made his need for Huoyan increasingly significant. He had to recruit him.

Ethan was busy all night at the private liquor factory before returning home satisfied.

Early the next morning, he personally delivered the special edition Winster typewriter to the hotel where Solomon was staying.

After getting back and having breakfast, Ethan planned to catch up on some sleep before continuing to paint.

But he received a call from Sofia.

"Ethan, I was wondering... if you are free today to come visit me at my house? The weather is pretty nice; we could have some tea in the garden and discuss painting techniques?"

Sofia was a bit cautious.

Although Ethan was a bit tired, going to Sofia's house was an important matter.

So he agreed.

However, he didn't ask if her father was home.

That would be too intentional.

Whether he was there or not, there would always be a second time.

You inevitably run into them eventually.

He immediately began to tidy up, particularly choosing a pink coat that stood out in the winter.

This naturally elicited Anya's strong discontent, but she still helped Ethan with all the preparations and even took care of the gift.

Sofia loved sweets, chocolates, and boldly designed brooches and small jewelry.

Ethan had already inquired about this.

Everything prepared, Ethan headed directly to Sofia's house.

Honestly speaking, the two homes were not that far apart.

Because Sofia's family also lived in the eastern part of the city, though her father, being the Grand Chief Judge, naturally resided in the core and most luxurious residential area, which differed from Ethan's family's outer estate.

Near their house, there was even a dedicated patrol by the self-defense force under City Hall around the clock.

After passing the inspection, Ethan smoothly arrived at the door of Sofia's house.

Sofia was already waiting at the door. She was obviously dressed up too, with exquisite makeup and wearing clothes of a lighter color palette; she seemed to think Ethan would appreciate these colors.

"Ethan, welcome, please have your driver rest in the lounge first and call her when you're leaving."

Anya opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, following Sofia's servant.

Sofia then led Ethan towards the garden.

Sofia's house wasn't much larger than Ethan's but was more refined, with a more meticulous interior and architecture.

As they walked, Sofia spoke, "My father is home today, but he is working in his study for now. If he has time later, I'll introduce you to him."

"It would be a great honor."

In the garden, tea, snacks, and easels had already been prepared.

Though there was no sun, and it hadn't snowed, the sky was clear.

The two sat down, had some tea, and after chatting about surrealism for a bit, Sofia proposed that Ethan paint her a portrait.

Of course, Ethan did not refuse.

Furthermore, a portrait couldn't be completed in a short time, giving Ethan more reasons to visit Sofia's home.

As the painting session began, Sofia sat there, allowing Ethan to observe her.

As the outline of the painting neared completion, Ethan inadvertently saw a man standing silently at one corner of the garden, watching them.

Sofia noticed the man as well.

She did not exhibit any panic or fear but rather stood up, ran quickly toward the man, and threw herself affectionately into his arms, sweetly calling him Dad.

The man indulgently ruffled Sofia's elegant hair.

It was clear he loved his daughter dearly.

This man seemed to be less than fifty, sported an elegant handlebar mustache, and wore retro casual attire of the old continental court, standing there with an exceptional presence.

This person was naturally the man Ethan wished to meet with all his heart.

The big boss behind John Hott, the Grand Chief Judge who sat in the center of the judgment seat at Winster Court.

Ned Shire.

Ethan had already set down his paintbrush and respectfully gazed at him.

"Dad, let me introduce you; this is my friend and also my teacher, the recently famous artist in Winster, Ethan."

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