"You look well, much better than last time."

Ethan looked at him.

In fact, the last time he killed Casar and came to Saint Kuanti, he had already seen Saint Kuanti once.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to summon Saint Kuanti's projection successfully and in time during the subsequent battle against Sandro.

That time, it was also in this church.

However, compared to then, Saint Kuanti seemed very ethereal, just an outline, and it was difficult to communicate.

This time, his form was almost like how he had appeared in the historical interstice, and he could even speak clearly.

"It's much better, indeed, and I have to thank the King, you preserved the city and also brought those children to see me."

Saint Kuanti spoke, lowering his head, showing absolute respect and gratitude to Ethan.

Listening to Saint Kuanti, it seemed as long as the city existed, he would not dissipate.

Moreover, Ethan had a guess that the more prosperous the city became, the stronger his power might be.

However, this was a good thing for Ethan.

After all, in Saint Kuanti's eyes, Ethan was the one to whom he had devoted all his faith, he was someone Ethan could command.

"So, have you remembered more things?"

Ethan had asked him this question before.

Because he really wanted to know the ins and outs of the entire Saint Kuanti incident.

Although that matter had ended a long time ago, and he had gained a lot from it, there were still some mysteries about it that needed clarification even now.

For instance, how the whole incident began.

Initially, Ethan suspected that this matter was most likely initiated by the King of Winster, also known as Loren, after all, he was a fanatic Sea God's Believer, he might have wanted to get the crown of the King of the Beihai to achieve something.

However, Loren was already dead, and this matter was no longer verifiable.

Though, later on, Ethan did once inquire Ned, in his capacity as the Divine Envoy of the Sea God.

Ned's answer was somewhat ambiguous; he said he knew Loren was up to something, but he really didn't know it would trigger the Saint Kuanti incident.

Another possibility could be that Sandro initiated the Saint Kuanti incident.

Because, in the historical interstice, he appeared as a sort of behind-the-scenes manipulator, he almost got that crown if it hadn't been for Ethan.

But now it's not a problem, there's Saint Kuanti, the person 'involved.'

As long as he can remember the causes and consequences, it would be enough to clarify everything.

"Better than before, I do remember some things, I remember I was asleep, since my physical form dissipated, I've been in a slumber, trying to maintain power, sealing that thing, but one day, I heard a certain sound…"

At this point, Saint Kuanti seemed to fall into confusion again.

"What sound?"

"I can't say, but that thing suddenly came alive." Saint Kuanti was still somewhat confused, but when he talked about that thing, he immediately became alert, full of vigor.

"It seemed like some kind of call…"

"I suppressed that thing, but that call didn't cease, so... I started looking for that call, I remember I seemed to find that call, and I seemed to see some things... I..."

At this point, Saint Kuanti paused again, as if he couldn't remember.

It seemed that his recovery was still insufficient.

"It's okay, take your time to think, you'll remember." Ethan comforted him.

"Hmm." Saint Kuanti nodded and didn't dwell on it further.

Ethan glanced towards the distant Sofia, her prayers seemed to be nearing an end.

"I better get going."

"Wait, my King, I remembered something else, in this church, I also hid an item that might be useful to you."

Dinner was held in the open space outside the armory.

The good weather of the day extended into the night, with clear skies, and you could even see the stars above distinctly.

So everyone simply lit a bonfire and began a celebration on the open ground.

Although Saint Kuanti is a place of sorrow, one couldn't remain in sadness forever; a new beginning was always needed.

Even the orphans from Saint Kuanti began to smile amidst the gradually cheerful atmosphere.

Everyone sang and danced by the bonfire, and surprisingly, Sofia was loved by the children.

For besides painting, she was also skilled in dancing and singing; after all, being the daughter of the Chief Judge, she had received various education and training since childhood.

Everyone also drank some wine.

It was an unspoken secret.

The revelry lasted until the early hours of dawn, with everyone getting quite inebriated.

Sofia was supported by Anya, and escorted by Ethan, to her room.

However, as Ethan was about to leave, she held onto Ethan, drunkenly saying, "Do you know... what wish I made in front of Saint Kuanti?"

"What wish?"

"I… won't tell you." She smiled slyly.

"Rest well."

Ethan left.

Arriving outside the house, the night was deep, and even the stars in the sky had dimmed.

In the entire camp, most were lost in dreams.

Only Ethan and Anya had frighteningly bright eyes.

Ethan glanced at the watch on his wrist, nodded to Anya: "It's about time, let's get ready to depart."

Anya nodded, gently whistled softly.

In the next moment, in the darkness, more people with bright eyes appeared.

They all wore pitch-black trench coats, and under the coats, bulged typewriters.

This was the night of revelry.

Indeed, it was a night of revelry.

The sea started to stir with the wind, revealing the silhouette of a large ship in the not-freezing harbor.

Tonight, it would sail with the wind and waves.

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Indeed, the sea was getting windy.

The wind also swept across the night of Winster.

On this night when most people were asleep.

Some were sleepless.

For instance, Billy.

Billy was once a minor leader under the Conte family, with the death of Sandro, he could only drift into the Bolita Clan.

But in reality, he didn't like Ethan, nor did he like the Bolita Clan.

He had always reminisced about Sandro.

Perhaps this disloyalty was discovered, and he had been assigned the most arduous tasks these days.

For instance, tonight, he was tasked with transporting the latest batch of goods, rushing overnight to Itasca City.

Truly not a job for humans.

On such a late night, one should be in bed holding a woman sleeping.

He cursed silently many times, but still braved the sea wind and lit a cigarette.

Glancing at the already dim sky, he took a few casual puffs before tossing it to the ground, then got into the car, slamming the door shut.

"Everyone stay alert, I just have a feeling the wind tonight is making one uncomfortable."

Such a wretched day, when would such days ever end?

He truly missed the days when Sandro was still around.

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