Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 233 [Lady Southard]

Just as Ethan was wondering whether he should force his way out.

The door to the room was shaken by loud knocking.

"Ain, are you in there?"

It was the voice of a mature woman.

The princess, who had been in a daze, seemed to suddenly come to her senses, but she remained calm and said to the outside, "I'm here, Aunt, what's wrong?"

Is Ethan with you?

The woman spoke again.

Who is it?
Ethan had no recollection of the voice, but he realized that the person seemed to have come to rescue him.

"Yes, we are discussing some art-related issues."

Without batting an eye, Einbeze got off the piano, slowly put her clothes back on, looked at Ethan, and silently mouthed something to him.

What do you say?
Ethan nodded.

"Open the door."

Einbetz said this to someone outside.

Then, she quickly and softly apologized to Ethan, her face flushing slightly as if she were shy.

This left Ethan even more confused.

Are you shy? What were you doing just now?
As the door opened, a lady dressed in a vintage-style gown strode in.

Although she is middle-aged, time has not taken away her beauty. She is very well-maintained, with no wrinkles on her face. Time seems to have given her nothing but a mature charm, so it is difficult to tell how old she is.

She first looked around the room, then glanced at Einbeze, and finally focused her gaze on Ethan.

It is extremely meaningful.

"Auntie, is something the matter?"

"Einbetz asked."

“It’s nothing, I just have something to say to Ethan about my daughter.”

The noblewoman spoke calmly, with a certain air of authority.

"Well then, I won't bother you any longer, Ethan. You go with your aunt. We can talk again another time."

Einbeze made no attempt to stop her.

Ethan had a strange feeling that he had just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

Because he had no idea who this elegantly dressed lady was, let alone her daughter.

However, it would be a good thing to be able to leave this place.

So he bowed slightly to Einbeze and then followed the noblewoman.

It wasn't until Ethan and the lady had walked away that Einbad's face turned completely red, burning red, even her neck was stained red.

She couldn't help but cup her face in her hands and whisper to herself, "How strange, how strange, why can't I resist this time? He... he smells so good."

As Ethan walked along the road to the palace, he tried several times to strike up a conversation, but the noblewoman remained aloof and unapproachable.

Once they were completely outside, she slowly said, "Have your driver come with you, get in my car, I have something to tell you."

“But…” Ethan had to interrupt.

"My daughter is Sofia."

Upon hearing this, Ethan dared not speak.

He never imagined that this noblewoman was actually Sofia's extremely mysterious mother.

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder she was able to give Sofia such a luxurious mansion.

She could also make Ned's face turn as dark as could be whenever Sophia mentioned her.

What did Einbetz call her just now?
aunt?

So that's the current king's sister?
It seems Ned had quite a story when he was young.

Ethan had no choice but to tell Anya about the car, and then got into the lady's car.

“You can call me Mrs. Southgate.”

After getting into the car, the lady spoke her first words.

"Yes, ma'am."

Although Ethan hadn't actually done anything to Sophia, he felt a little guilty, for some reason. "Did I ruin your plans?"

She then added another sentence.

If Ethan hadn't been drinking nothing, he would have definitely spat it out.

"No, absolutely not. You came at just the right time and saved me. I want to thank you."

Ethan quickly shook his head.

"No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened tonight."

Mrs. Soster said seriously.

"clear."

Ethan knew that such things shouldn't be said carelessly, and the fact that the princess hadn't been involved in any such rumors indicated that the secrecy was well-maintained.

It's just really hard to imagine...

"She's not the kind of person you think she is, but you don't need to know the reasons behind it. Just keep quiet."

Mrs. Southfield emphasized it again.

Ethan could only nod.

"Now let's talk about Sofia's problem. What are your thoughts on this?"

Mrs. Soster was very direct.

"What are you thinking about?"

"If you don't want to marry her, stay away from her."

"We're just friends..." Ethan really felt his statement was too...

"Ha." Mrs. Southd sneered and looked out the window.

"I'm giving you two choices: one, kill the little girl following the car and stay with my daughter; two, leave my daughter."

Ethan was initially embarrassed and ashamed, but upon hearing these words, his expression instantly turned serious.

"No, you absolutely mustn't make a move on Anya. As for Sophia, I'll handle that."

“Young man, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a mother, and I love my daughter, so I can do a lot of things. Before things get worse, I can give you a choice. You’re a smart man, so don’t do anything stupid. Get off the bus.”

The moment the word "get off" was uttered, the car came to an instant stop.

Ethan was left on the road, watching the expensive Klaus vintage Knight disappear into the night.

Ethan suddenly had a strong urge to smoke.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Anya stopped the car, looked at Ethan's face, and sensed his exhaustion.

"Nothing, I'm just a little tired. I want to take a shower and go back to Winster for seafood."

"Then let's go back."

Anya answered without hesitation.

"Yes, I'll go back in a while."

Some slept soundly that night, while others spent the entire night sleepless.

Tefra was the one who didn't sleep a wink all night.

After all, finding enough blood to feed that horrible mummified corpse is no easy task.

Fortunately, the South District, this godforsaken place, has no shortage of those penniless, smuggled, and destitute people.

No one would care if more and more of these people died. In fact, the Royal City Hall would love for as many of them to die as possible, so that the Royal City wouldn't become more and more crowded and chaotic.

At least that's what Tefra himself thinks.

At this moment, Karst had eaten its fill of blood and flesh. Its withered and rotten body had been restored to its original form. Its skin was fair and white, and its muscles had become elastic and full of vitality.

Most importantly, its face is handsome and beautiful, completely unlike a normal human, extremely eerie.

It was stroking its own face, as if admiring its own appearance.

"What, are you afraid of me?"

It glanced at Tefra beside it.

Tefra simply gave a pale smile and shook her head.

"How could ignorant mortals possibly know the wonder and magnificence of immortality!"

(End of this chapter)