The main event of the centenary celebration, the most important thing, is naturally the centenary speech.

This is also what El was most looking forward to.

Because it would be delivered by him, and as long as he stood on stage and spoke those words, he would truly be the president of Winster University.

This was truly a historic moment.

After taking a deep breath for a long time below the stage, El finally steadied his breath and slowly walked to the front of the stage.

Below was a dense crowd, people he couldn't even imagine were sitting there now.

A year ago, no, just a few months ago, he could hardly imagine himself standing here speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

Below the stage, Ethan was chatting with Oswaldo.

"Sir Oswaldo, it seems the recent land reclamation project has encountered quite a bit of resistance. I saw Vito's people working on the sewers when I left today. Need any help?"

"Probably not, maybe it will be fine in a few days, or... it might be fine after today?"

"Oh?"

"But you, Ethan, what painting have you prepared today? If there's another masterpiece like 'Saint Kuanti's Orphans', you must let me know, it would help me a lot."

"Well, sir, look forward to it. There's indeed a piece that will surprise you."

As El completed the speech without a hitch, the applause from the audience was thunderous, and he took the opportunity to invite Oswaldo to the stage to deliver a message.

Ethan exchanged a glance with Ned.

"It seems like he's sensed something."

This was their shared thought.

But it was also normal; during this period, it was just the two of them who were still at each other's throats in Winster.

Both sides had been quiet for a long time, but what had to erupt would eventually erupt.

"It's fine, we're well prepared. The existing evidence is enough to bring him down, not to mention the more critical pieces."

The ledger.

This was what would completely bring down Oswaldo.

Today, Herlosh would obtain this item.

Herlosh did not attend the celebration today; actually, Oswaldo had invited him.

But Herlosh's excuse was that he needed to quickly complete the report on Oswaldo.

He had already prepared part of it in advance for Oswaldo to review.

Oswaldo was very satisfied upon reviewing it. His term was less than a year, and with such a report to assist, if he made his name in Royal Capital first, the probability of him moving to the capital after his term would be greater.

So he didn't insist on Herlosh attending.

Herlosh was quietly observing the entire manor from his room.

The manor still had people today.

Besides the servants, there were a few guards.

Logically, today was definitely not a good day to make a move.

But, there wasn't time to care about that anymore; today Ethan was to land the final blow, everyone would stop pretending.

It was eleven o'clock, time to prepare for lunch.

The servant had prepared lunch and came to call Herlosh to the dining room.

On his way to the dining room, a shadow, hard to discern, flashed by, and the servant fell to the ground.

Then, someone slowly walked out of the shadow.

"All the people in the house have been taken care of, where is the study?"

This person appeared very ordinary, carrying a heavy dark aura, precisely Ethan's ace assassin, Shadow.

Herlosh looked at the suddenly fallen servant, seemingly a bit scared, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "That... over there."

"Don't worry, he's not dead, just passed out; after sleeping for a day, he'll be fine."

Shadow seemed to see what he was thinking and said slowly.

"That's good." Herlosh breathed a sigh of relief.

Expertly reaching the study door, Herlosh used the alchemy tools to unlock it and directly triggered the mechanism inside, entering the secret room.

Everything went without a hitch.

Indicating that Oswaldo hadn't detected anything.

After finding the ledger in the secret room, Herlosh said, "How about... forget it, after all, what you want is just this."

"Give it to me, you stay here." Shadow said.

"I... are we really going down there?" Herlosh was very resistant.

"The young master said, you can refuse, but the two million is gone."

"Fine! I'll go down!" Herlosh raised his voice slightly and immediately lowered it again, "but you have to go with me."

"Wait."

Shadow left with the ledger, returning after a while.

Gazing at the deep underground entrance, Shadow jumped straight down.

Hesitating for a moment, Herlosh could only grit his teeth and follow.

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At Winster University.

The centenary speech had ended.

After Oswaldo, Ethan also went up to speak for a while, after all, he was now quite famous.

After the speeches, it was time for the centenary performance.

Although the students were well-prepared, it was clear that everyone's mind was no longer on this.

They were all thinking of quickly going to see Ethan's personal art exhibition and then starting the auction.

So after a while of performance, most people were already quietly leaving.

Because Ethan and his group had already left the venue, heading to the site of Ethan's personal art exhibition today.

To hold a personal exhibition for Ethan, Winster University directly allocated an entire building to serve as the venue, showing how much importance they placed on Ethan.

The scene inside had already been set up, with all kinds of works displayed within.

Initially, Ethan's idea was to gather a bunch of unknown paintings to pose as his works since he didn't have much time to paint.

But later, he abandoned that idea.

Not out of any reverence for art, but indeed because he thought if these paintings had issues later, it would affect his reputation.

So he adopted an extremely opportunistic approach, which was to draw a bunch of simple, incoherent lines or simply color blocks.

Anyway, the more abstract, the better.

If anyone accused him, saying this wasn't art, it was disrespectful of art.

He could still counter with his surrealism.

But what he never expected was, facing these nonsensical, perfunctory works, the exhibition-goers were all mesmerized, as if they comprehended the profound meaning within.

His fame was so great, it reached a level where people simply didn't dare to question him.

Even if he brought in a urinal and labeled it, people would probably praise it as a good work.

"So, you see, art is deception and self-deception."

Ethan couldn't help but say to Ned.

Ned laughed upon hearing this.

As people entered the venue, penetrating deeper, they increasingly anticipated the final paintings.

Because Ethan had said, aside from some casual works today, there would be two pieces of heavy masterpieces.

One of which was naturally the promised 'The Last Justice,' but what would the other be?

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