bookbashuk Chapter 331 Ethan: Do you know how many shicops a loaf of bread costs?
Chapter 331 Ethan: Do you know how many shicops a loaf of bread costs?
Chapter 331 Ethan: Do you know how many shicops a loaf of bread costs?
next second.
There was a loud "bang".
The old drunkard smashed his glass and stood up!
Staggering, he walked unsteadily toward the lone "young believer".
I slammed my hand on his desk!
He stammered, "Only ignorant fools like you would believe in some kind of disaster...some kind of crisis in the magical world!"
"Pah! I refuse to believe in such superstitions!!"
"Who does that guy named Yi-Yishang think he is?! Bring it on! I'm not afraid of him!!"
"6
'
The rude shouts attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.
The believers stopped praying.
They all gathered around.
Grasping the old drunkard's hand, he said sternly, "Everyone has their own beliefs and way of life. Please don't disturb your fellow countrymen."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The old drunkard flung his hand away from his grasp.
He angrily reached into his pocket and pulled out a filthy, bristly wand.
Pointing at the silent young believer, he shouted, "What crisis! It's all a lie fabricated by Ishan and the Ministry of Magic! It's all to control us!"
"I won't fall for that!"
"6
'
He was met with silence.
Despite being pointed at by a magic wand.
However, the young believer remained silent throughout.
No.
To be precise.
It was as if they hadn't seen the old drunkard at all.
He continued sipping the unidentified liquid from the tin glass.
This is utter disregard.
More than any words, they were a tremendous insult to the old drunkard.
Her face turned red all the way down to her neck.
His face was purplish and swollen, as if it was about to burst open.
"Are you... are you mute?!"
The old drunkard tapped his wand, and a burst of sparks shot out!
Shoot it at that tin wine glass!
"Bang!"
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
In full view of everyone.
The spark actually passed through the wine glass.
It shot onto the table!
It left behind a charred mess.
It was as if space itself had changed in that instant.
It looks misaligned.
Ok?
'
The old drunkard was taken aback.
Blinking, she looked blankly at the undamaged wine glass.
It missed...
...?
Then a startled shout rang out from the crowd: "Merlin! That...that wine glass is actually a painting?!"
I noticed that I slightly changed the angle of my view.
You'll find out.
The lifelike tin goblet held in the young believer's hand.
It was just a painting standing on the wall!
Transformation of space.
That's how the curse "passed through" the wine glass and landed on the table!
In an instant.
The believers suddenly became agitated!
They considered a possibility: an alien radiance bursting forth from that golden mask!
at the same time.
That "young believer" who remained unmoved throughout.
It was as if he had finally decided to pay attention to them.
He slowly got up.
The shadows rose with his movements, and the light receded with his movements.
as if.
He himself is like a rising sun.
Similarly, it is the greatest and deepest darkness.
A shadow fell over the troublemaking old drunkard.
An invisible sense of oppression spread out.
The old drunkard couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes widening with fear.
However, he stubbornly shouted, "You...you want to fight?! I'm not afraid of you!"
talking.
He waved his pathetic wand like a club.
The "young believer" turned his head and stared at him unmoved.
Open up.
A clear, melodious voice flowed from his lips: "Do you know how many slices of bread cost these days?"
The old drunkard: "Huh?"
Before he could even react...
The "young believer" clenched his fists tightly, and his voice suddenly became passionate and powerful!
"A whole 9 scoops! That's a loaf of bread! And back then, a butterbeer only cost 2 scoops!"
"The entire magical world is gripped by fear because of this rising enemy!"
"In every corner, countless people are preparing and fighting for the coming storm!"
"But you, my dear friend."
The young believer's voice suddenly softened.
Through the golden mask, his gaze fell upon the old drunkard, who stood frozen in place.
A deep blue glow shimmered under the lights.
"The reason you can still sit here peacefully, enjoying your morning beer and indulging your temper is because someone is working hard to maintain order."
The old drunkard: "I...I..."
He sobered up considerably, as if he had finally realized something.
His voice trembled.
The "young believer" continued, "And this peace is not something that can be obtained through alcohol or by yelling at young people..."
'
The words fell.
He wiped the golden mask off his face!
His young, handsome, and spirited face was revealed!
Ethan Vincent!
Plop!
The old drunkard's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright!
A murky yellow liquid flowed from between her twitching legs.
After today.
I'm afraid he'll never touch alcohol again in his life.
Ethan glanced at him casually.
I cast a little curse on this insolent old drunkard.
In other words, I'll be having nightmares for a while.
Then, Ethan turned his head.
Looking at the believers who were trembling with excitement.
He raised his fist.
It was as if the words were being nailed firmly into everyone's heart.
He declared in a resounding voice, "It was won through resistance, through the unwavering will of every individual!!"
"Ooooooooo!!!"
The believers collectively reached a climax.
He knelt down before Ethan with a thud.
Hot tears streamed down from beneath that golden mask!
"Savior! Please end all disasters and lead us into a new world!"
"I offer my loyalty, my lord!"
"Please look at me!!"
Your inspiring speech will benefit many more people.
[The light brightness increases, and for a period of time, it will illuminate the hidden extraordinary objects for you.]
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth.
I opened my arms, bathed in the shouts.
Like a benevolent god.
He proclaimed in a clear voice, "When darkness comes, I will guide you to a safe haven."
"Now, I will bestow upon you the blessing of light."
In the midst of the conversation.
A golden, magical power flowed out.
It flutters among the believers.
It made them feel clear-headed and clear-headed.
The believers fell silent.
Bow your head reverently and savor this gift.
the other side.
Old Tom stared in disbelief at the frenzied scene.
I think I saw it in a daze.
Ethan was like Merlin descended to earth, his whole being radiant.
half an hour.
Old Tom silently shrank under the cupboard.
He covered his ears and put on a mournful face.
I retract the foreword.
He was completely unaccustomed to such a terrible believer!
Ethan Vincent is simply not in the same league!
at the same time.
Harry, who had arrived as agreed, silently withdrew his foot from the tavern.
Ron asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
He met his good friend's indescribable gaze.
Ron peered curiously into the distance.
then.
They all fell silent.
He turned back to Harry and said, "How about we come back later?"
Harry nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes."
Now inside.
It seems like some kind of event is underway where Aurors will come knocking on your door to offer you warmth and comfort.
As expected of Ethan!
Even on the way to buy school supplies.
They can all give an inspiring speech!
Mr. Weasley, who accompanied him, grinned.
He exclaimed sincerely, "Merlin's beard... now I understand why every Minister of Magic gradually becomes wary of Ethan!"
It possesses this ability to control people's hearts, much like a soul-stealing curse.
No wonder it can shake the very foundation of every ruler!
unless.....
Ethan replaced the Minister of Magic with one of his own.
beside.
Hermione stared at the dazzling golden light, her eyes filled with longing.
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