Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 242 [The Battle of Morma]

Ethan hadn't read the Truth Paper in a long time, because he had stopped attending True Names gatherings after Roland's death.

So he didn't rush to look at the list of real names, but instead started reading the news.

This time, the front page news is about the Battle of Morma.

Morma...

It was that private plot of land that was filled with suffering and poverty.

In the aftermath of the Battle of Morma, who ultimately benefited?
This is the main title.

Ethan didn't know much about it, after all, he had just been cleaning up the mess in Winster not long ago, and Morma was still too far away from him.

After carefully reading the news, he roughly got some information.

The Battle of Morma was in fact a rebellion. There were signs of an ancient god's resurrection in the Morma region, and the natives used this as an excuse to start an uprising, but it was eventually suppressed.

This matter was not reported in the newspapers; at least in the mortal world, it was completely blocked, as if nothing had happened there. All people could see and hear was the newly enacted private plot law.

As for what actually happened behind the bill, no one cares, or perhaps there's no way to care.

However, The Truth Daily is ultimately a newspaper for people with real names, and it mainly reports on supernatural events involving real names, so it didn't go into much depth in this particular case.

Aside from describing some battle damage, the story begins to unfold around the resurgence of the ancient gods.

It is clear that the Kingdom's victory this time was not easy. According to the incomplete statistics of the Eye of Truth, the Kingdom lost at least ten True Name Level 5 or above experts, and countless others below True Name Level 5.

Among them is a top-tier fighter suspected to be True Name Eight, speculated to be a member of the Kingdom's Guard Bureau, either Solomon or another general, Naberius.

Upon seeing Solomon's name, Ethan understood why Solomon had suddenly withdrawn from Winston. It turned out that something major had happened in Morma that forced him to leave; otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned the King of the North Sea.

But was Solomon's departure really a coincidence?
If Morma hadn't rebelled, could Sandro's plans have continued?

Or perhaps Sandro is secretly connected with Morma?
All of this is now unknowable.

As for the resurgence of the ancient gods, the Truth Report speculates that the natives awakened their slumbering god 'Ariyes' from beneath Morma through some means. This ancient god governs the natives' land, agriculture, life and death, and is regarded as the god of the earth and the god of life.

In this great battle, the ancient god was completely destroyed, and the kingdom may have obtained something of considerable importance, possibly the god's body.

The body of God?
Ethan couldn't help but recall Sandro's dying words.

Be careful of them.

Are they referring to the kingdom?

Faced with those ancient beings that have revived, they will stop at nothing to kill and devour them.

If one day they discover themselves...

Ethan took a deep breath.

Then he started looking at the list of real names.

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This was not a good day for Tefra.

In fact, ever since that damned rich kid took that position, he felt like every day was hellish.

He must reclaim that position, because it is rightfully his.

It is a reward for his hard work and dedication over the years, for all the dirty and tiring work he has done.

It's not something that kid can take away just because of his surname or bloodline.

He would give anything for this.

For example, reviving the karst landscape.

Fortunately, Karst's awakening brought good news, absolutely good news: just last night, he almost killed Vasini.

Unfortunately, it still fell short by just a little bit.

Useless things.

Tefra couldn't help but curse inwardly, especially when the other party asked him for fresher blood again.

Even though that guy had already gathered Luca's old followers and had plenty of manpower at his disposal, he still wanted to order him around. He said he was tired of eating those filthy things and his strength was no longer improving. To completely kill Vasini, he needed to eat clean and pure food, such as twenty young and beautiful virgins.

It’s just...

This finally made him decide to seek a second force—the Western bandits.

Even though he always thought they were just a bunch of country bumpkins with nothing to offer.

But he's willing to risk everything for that position.

He instructed his men to prepare the blood offerings, and then changed his clothes to meet the two men.

7 p.m.

Wangdu West District.

Pendulum Town Bar.

Undoubtedly, this is a name with a strong western flavor, and in fact, there are many similar places in the western district of the capital today.

In fact, the street where this bar is located is called Noon Street.

The reason why immigrants from the west love the western district so much is not only because they both have the word "west" in their names, but also because other areas were developed earlier and occupied by various groups.

Only the western district, which was developed the latest, still has room for them to survive.

Even so, due to the Kingdom's development plans for the Western District in the past two years, it has vigorously promoted education and art-related fields. For example, the Kingdom's Academy of Fine Arts is located in the Western District, which has resulted in the Western bandit gangs' influence being suppressed in a small corner in the southern part of the Western District.

This is also the reason why they continue to encroach on the southern area.

After all, the South District is a true breeding ground for evil, a dark paradise.

The clock on the wall pointed to 7:01, and the bar door was slowly pushed open.

Tefra was dressed in a low-key manner and even used a disguise, as if she was afraid of being recognized.

Meanwhile, at the bar counter, two men dressed as cowboys were playing roulette.

The so-called roulette wheel is, of course, a pistol roulette wheel.

There was a pistol in front of them. Each time they pointed it at their forehead and pulled the trigger, if the gun didn't fire, they would drink a glass of wine in front of them.

When Trafford stepped into the bar, one of the bearded men had just pulled the trigger on him.

No sound.

He smiled, took a sip of his drink, and then turned to look at Trafford behind him.

“Our Trafford Inspector, you’re late again.”

"Don't call me Inspector!"

Trafford muttered something quickly in a low voice, sounding rather disgusted.

He had once been a law enforcement officer, and it was his career as a law enforcement officer that allowed him to get to know these maggots in front of him.

He disliked that past at all.

"Want to have a drink?"

The bearded man will raise his arms and invite Trafford.

"No, I'm allergic to alcohol."

Trafford shook his head.

The bearded man sighed regretfully and then pointed his gun at his companion.

"Well, that's a real shame. The malt liquor from our Pendulum Town is the best."

Then he pulled the trigger.

next second.

A gunshot rang out, and the person next to him had his head blown off and collapsed onto the table, his blood splattering into his cup along with some other liquids.

(End of this chapter)