A new day.

Ethan was preparing to move out of the Aphrodisia Hotel.

The house was ready, and the furniture had been expedited for purchase yesterday; John Hott had handled all of it.

John Hott had figured things out; he knew that he could only advance in his career by sticking with Ethan.

So without needing any orders, he had already taken care of everything.

After organizing everything, Ethan and Anya got into the car.

Once in the car, Ethan kept playing with a Golden Rye coin.

The Golden Rye was minted by order of the Kingdom's second King, Ryan I, and it bears his likeness.

Ethan tossed the coin into the air, then clasped his hands over it, and stretched them flat towards Anya.

"Guess, heads or tails."

Anya looked at Ethan somewhat speechlessly, seemingly unable to understand why the young master was being so childish.

"Heads."

"Tails."

Ethan revealed the result, tails.

"Again." Anya seemed a bit dissatisfied, wrinkling her nose as she spoke.

The second round.

Ethan won again.

"Let me toss it." Anya seemed to realize something was off.

So for the third time, Anya tossed the coin.

Ethan still won.

The fourth time, the fifth time, still the same.

"You're cheating." Anya still refused to accept it.

"Then tell me, how am I cheating?" Ethan was intrigued.

"I don't know." Anya was confident.

"..."

In fact, Ethan was using the same method as last night.

He controlled the luck.

That's right, he could now temporarily control luck.

This ability came from a part of the King of the Beihai's authority.

It seemed that Sandro had a similar ability, evidenced by that time they were deciding on how to handle Albertine; they drew lots, and Sandro won.

At the time, it didn't seem like anything.

But upon reflection, if Sandro had lost, the entire event would have gone in a completely different direction, so no matter what, Sandro was not going to lose.

This ability might be average elsewhere, but it's surprisingly useful in gambling.

"Give me back the coin." Ethan reached out.

"No." Anya put the coin in her pocket and turned to look out the window.

Ethan was a bit speechless, then watched Anya look out the window.

He began to ponder the prayer he heard last night.

Undoubtedly, someone wasn't praying to him, but for some unknown reason, the prayer ultimately linked to him.

There's a plausible direction to guess about this, which is that with Ethan's 'True God's Name' evolving again, and mastering part of the King of the Beihai's authority, he successfully occupied a vacant authority, becoming the source of that power.

In other words, to some extent, Ethan had already become a god at this moment.

So when others prayed to the so-called Dark Savior, it reached Ethan.

But this is just speculation; confirmation can't come from just one prayer session.

Ethan did nothing, just continued with his established plans.

Move house, then buy a car.

Buying the car naturally needed to follow Anya's preference, since she was the driver.

In the end, Anya chose a Klaus Long Spear, but not the black one, it was the white model.

Ethan didn't mind, as long as Anya was happy.

Driving the car out of the dealership, Ethan's plan for today afternoon was afternoon tea with Joseph.

Joseph had returned to the Royal Capital a few days earlier, and had been busy ever since because he had just taken on a new position, keeping him occupied daily with social engagements. Last night, after getting wind of something from somewhere, he finally called Ethan to invite him for afternoon tea.

The afternoon tea was arranged at a private club.

A members-only type.

But evidently, this club did its job well, as they seemed to recognize Ethan the moment he stepped inside.

A waiter quickly approached, politely saying to Ethan, "Mr. Ethan, welcome, please follow me."

"You know me?"

Ethan was a bit puzzled.

"Of course, Mr. Ethan is a famous painter; of course, I know you. I really like your piece, 'The Orphan of Saint Kuanti'."

This club was called the Sukani Club, and before coming, Ethan had John Hott look into it. The founder was named Sukani, a former Major General of the Kingdom.

This club initially catered specifically to officers and only later opened to everyone, but membership spots still remain hard to come by.

Now it seemed there was a reason for the difficulty. The level of service from the staff here far exceeded the norm.

The waiter escorted Ethan to the private reception room where Joseph was.

This reception room was also ridiculously large, almost like a big house, complete with billiards, cards, a smoking room, a lounge, a bar, and a balcony.

There was even a pool on the balcony.

When Ethan arrived, Joseph was on the balcony, sipping coffee, reading a newspaper, and enjoying the breeze.

"Hey, Ethan, you're here."

Joseph lowered his sunglasses slightly, stood up, and hugged Ethan.

"How's the weather treating you here in the Royal Capital?"

"Not bad, and you, got everything sorted?"

"Thanks to you, my old man finally gave me a new opportunity. My formal position now is Chief Director of the Kingdom Defense Bureau's Action Division, in charge of the Royal Capital's security affairs, specifically underground matters, how's that?"

Joseph looked at Ethan.

Ethan just nodded.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Alcohol? They have everything here, even if you want to find a woman to relax, they've got top-notch ones too."

Joseph winked at Ethan.

"Coffee, I think."

Ethan went to the balcony, reclined on a lounge chair. From there, he could see the sea, the view was beautiful.

Joseph picked up a phone from a nearby table, said something, and soon a cup of iced coffee was brought in.

"I heard you're planning a solo exhibition?"

"Yeah, the painting didn't sell last time, remember?"

Ethan sipped his coffee; the taste was excellent, certainly not cheap ingredients.

The two of them watched the sea together, waves ebbing and flowing.

Joseph finally spoke again, "So, let's partner up, just like I said before. You didn't come to the Royal Capital just for an exhibition, right?"

Ethan still didn't answer, and after a while, he finally said, "Tell me first, what is the Dark Savior?"

"Dark Savior?" Joseph burst into laughter at the term, "I'll take it as your agreement, Ethan."

He raised his coffee cup, extending it towards Ethan.

Ethan thought for a moment, then clinked his cup with Joseph's.

The distant sun hung high in the sky, showing no sign of setting, casting a golden splendor across the sea.

Just like this golden era, seemingly never to fade away.

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