Sun.
Without a doubt, if discussing which name holds the most powerful authority, it must be the sun.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no change in that strong light.
He tried a series of names in succession like 'Owner of the Stars,' 'Controller of the Moon,' 'Master of Darkness,' but none worked.
This indicated either these names' authorities were already claimed by someone, or he was using the wrong approach, or perhaps, the 'True God's Name' wasn't as powerful as he imagined.
After trying many names again, he still couldn't achieve anything; instead, the water in the bathtub overflowed and scalded Ethan's foot.
He had no choice but to pause his thoughts and go for a soak.
Luckily, after obtaining that emblem, Ethan could now summon the 'True God's Name' at any time. So, he simply wore the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and believe it or not, it fit perfectly.
Immersed in warm water, Ethan continued pondering over his name, and unknowingly, he fell asleep.
He didn't know how long had passed before Anya woke him up.
The sky outside was already pitch black, and the water had turned cold.
Anya stood at the door, facing outward, slowly saying, "Sir, dinner is ready. After eating, you should go out to take care of matters."
Saying this, she thoughtfully handed him a towel.
Ethan awkwardly accepted the towel, quickly wrapped it around himself, and asked, "What matters?"
"The price of mediation is the Bolita family yielding everything, including the docks, casinos, taverns, brothels. Al had fully authorized you before his death. You need to sign all relevant contracts tonight and then leave." Anya's tone became utterly calm again; she had already adjusted her emotions.
"If I leave, what about my father's funeral?"
"I will host the funeral. You must leave tonight, as Al's dying order was such. He also said that if he died, you should leave as quickly as possible."
From this sentence, Ethan sensed the danger of this night.
Clearly, even with Sandro's mediation, Alberto still felt unstable.
Ethan once again found himself at a loss for words.
On one hand, he indeed lacked resonance with these people and affairs; on the other hand, he didn't want to die.
So he returned to his room, where a new suit was neatly laid on the bed, evidently prepared by Anya.
Ethan tried it on; it fit very well. In the mirror, the pure black, single-breasted suit made him look elegant and handsome.
Dinner was simple: roast veal steak, buttered asparagus, accompanied by a bowl of mushroom soup and half a loaf of bread. At the long dining table, only Ethan was dining, with Anya standing by his side.
Ethan ate somewhat absent-mindedly, and felt full after half of the steak.
"My father's body..."
"It's already handled. Al's death news cannot go out, at least not tonight."
Ethan wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
"Let's go."
Given the circumstances, it's best to end all this and leave here.
Still driving the latest model from Klaus Company, Anya drove away from the estate, heading into the city.
Ethan leaned back in the rear seat, rubbing the emblem on his ring finger, and began a new round of attempts.
Anya didn't notice anything unusual, which indicated that only Ethan could see the 'True God's Name.'
After trying all the names he could think of, Ethan fell into deep thought.
Maybe his approach was flawed; searching from the root might be the direction.
'True God's Name' being fully activated is the Bolita Clan's leader's emblem, Bolita, Mafia, crime?
King of Evil?
No.
Robber?
Protector and Controller of Robbers?
In an instant, the 'True God's Name' trembled, that mercury-like thing quickly writhed and was swiftly dyed black, eventually forming a line of bizarre characters Ethan had never seen, yet he knew their meaning:
Instigator and Protector of Violence.
And at the next moment, this line of strange characters engulfed him, as if he had submerged into an ocean.
Soon after, he heard a voice, very distant.
But suddenly, it became incredibly clear, as if right beside his ear.
"...He's just a complete waste who has nothing to do with the family. He has no influence in the family at all. Are we really going to kill him? Joan, after all, we promised Sandro to stop the war."
"We only promised to stop the war, not to stop killing. Fred, the prohibition is about to start. If we want to stand firm, we absolutely cannot miss this opportunity. Even if that guy named Ethan is utterly useless, he carries the Bolita surname. He must die. We must make the old loyalists of the Bolita family despair so that we can integrate all forces quickly."
Not only were there voices, but also light and images.
It was a smoke-filled deluxe suite, with two men sitting across in the living room smoking.
"Or are you being sentimental, Fred?"
"Sentimental? Joan, from the moment I lured and ambushed Alberto with you, I have no sentiments left for the Bolita surname. I was only worried about Sandro's reaction..."
"Sandro won't come personally tonight. He's sent his fourth lieutenant Emilio. Emilio isn't weak, but I believe you can hold him for half a minute, and I only need ten seconds to kill that useless Bolita kid."
"Are you going to do it directly?"
"I want to tell people that anyone who stands in my way cannot exist in this world."
The smoke spiraled, Ethan could feel something flowing on those two men, he could sense them, even control them.
"Sir, we're here."
Anya's call shattered the images, pulling Ethan up from the deep sea.
The car had stopped, and outside the window, amidst the bright city lights stood a palace-like building.
What stood out the most was its sign, Beihai Star.
The most luxurious hotel in Wenster, and its owner was rumored to be Sandro.
The transaction for tonight was arranged here.
Looking at this hotel, Ethan's ears still echoed with the conversations he had just heard.
Now, two choices lay before him.
First, leave here immediately and escape overnight to the Royal Capital.
It can be foreseen that he would live in perpetual pursuit, and whether he can escape smoothly is also unknown.
Second, step into this hotel and face a destined murder.
Ethan's heart began to pound wildly.
Only when Anya knocked on the car window outside did he regain his composure, taking a deep breath.
Opening the car door, October's cold wind howled in Wenster, carrying the scent of alcohol with the shouts and songs of people drunk, as if bidding farewell to the God of Wine and everything related to Him.
A new era is about to arrive.