Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 243 [Homage to the Scorching Sun and the Souls of the Dead]

"Trevor, come on, you're still trying to scare me with that nonsense. You can't frighten me anymore."

Trafford said something with a hint of disgust, then casually found a dimly lit corner, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

In fact, he was quite frightened at first.

"Haha, well, Trafford, I forgot about that."

The bearded cowboy, known as Trevor, casually patted the man whose mind had already been blown out of control, then picked up the glass of wine mixed with blood and fire.

"Get up, buddy, and... let us pay homage to the scorching sun and the souls of the dead!"

He then drank the contents of the glass in one gulp.

The man with the wild imagination looked up and casually pulled out the bullet stuck in his skull. His terrifying-looking hole in his head silently began to heal.

If you happen to be sitting across from this man, you'll see that he has a face almost identical to Trevor's, except he doesn't have a beard, making him look younger.

"Tell me, what brings our esteemed spy to this shabby little bar?"

Trevor had already changed his drink and pulled out a chair to sit opposite Trafford.

"South District".

Trafford uttered a single word without any expression.

Trevor raised his eyebrows and let out an exaggerated "wow!"

"What does this have to do with me? We're a Western gang."

"Come on, Trevor, listen up, old man, stop playing dumb with me. You guys have taken over a lot of territory in the South these past few years. And you know why I'm here tonight. Let's be honest with each other and stop wasting time!"

Trafford was furious.

Trevor shrugged and said, "Alright, alright, Lord Trevor, I've just recently become obsessed with opera. I thought all big shots like you liked this kind of thing. Anyway, how can I help you?"

"The Southern District Mafia is now powerless, making it the perfect time for you to make your move."

Trafford tried his best to suppress his anger; he needed the man in front of him, he needed the position.

"Trafford, you're not being honest."

Trevor shook his head repeatedly, looking very regretful.

“I know the South District better than you do. The Martino kid is not someone to be trifled with. Even Luca is no match for him. I don’t want my poor throat to be slit by that Throat Slider Neil.”

“Vassini is about to die, and the South will definitely be in chaos. If you don’t go in now, you’ll never have another chance. Do you want to stay here forever? Good things always require getting your hands dirty, don’t you? That’s the law of the West.”

Trafford had completely calmed down, and every word he spoke was provocative.

Trevor quieted down.

He took out the revolver that had been blown off its head earlier and started spinning the dial on it.

The roulette wheel spun aimlessly for a long time.

Then he shoved it back into the chamber.

"Okay, Trafford, deal. You're still as good at talking as ever."

He raised his glass again and drank the wine in it.

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Time is passing.

Ethan's solo auction is fast approaching. This is due to Ethan's outrageous toilet and Jackson's willingness to spend heavily on publicity.

Of course, most importantly, Princess Einbad suddenly mentioned Ethan in public, saying that Ethan was her favorite painter and that his auction was about to begin, and she had decided to attend in person.

Don't underestimate these remarks.

Princess Einbeze is not only the darling of the royal family, but also the darling of the capital. If the capital is a crown studded with jewels, then Einbeze is undoubtedly the most dazzling one on it.

Everyone loves Ain.

This is no exaggeration.

A large-scale survey was once conducted in the capital, and the results showed that the person everyone loved the most was Ain, followed by her father, Lucien II.

With the princess's guidance, everyone knew what the new hot topic was.

So reporters swarmed in again.

This time, Ethan didn't turn them away.

Instead, he started talking about the auction.

"...Ladies and gentlemen, I know you all think that I hold this auction to make money. That's true, I'm just an ordinary person, and it's natural for me to want money. But at the same time, I also hope to use this money to do something, just like what I did for Saint-Quentin back in my hometown."

Ethan publicly announced that a foundation would be established to help the poor and helpless, and the first phase of funding would be used to help the people of Morma.

These words were immediately published in the newspaper.

Morma is currently a hot topic; with the enactment of the private reservation bill, everyone is paying close attention to the situation there.

With Princess Ainbes leading the way in charity work, countless people have become involved.

Therefore, people seem to understand why Ethan is so popular with the princess; he is passionate about public welfare and cares for people in need.

Ethan once again became the hottest topic in the capital.

Johnny the Blackbird, who had only just taken flight, was once again suppressed.

Ethan has indeed been busy these past few days. In addition to dealing with reporters, he has also made some progress on the broadcasting business that he mentioned to Herlosh last time.

It is said that a promising but fledgling broadcasting company is willing to accept Ethan's offer.

In addition, there has been news about the arms deal he discussed with Carlos at the dock.

Although Shark Jensen is a bit mean and likes to be aggressive, once you really intimidate him, he's not such a bad person. At least he's decent at getting things done. He's already helped contact several buyers, and they want to check out the goods and discuss business in the next few days.

The goods are easy to handle. He brought a batch of newly calibrated Winston typewriters with him on board this time. They are currently hidden in the dock belonging to the Sea God Cult, and are absolutely safe.

Because the Sea God Cult held absolute authority at the docks, no one wanted to get into trouble at sea, so no one dared to offend the Sea God.

Subsequent transportation will also be fine; Carlos will be in charge of liaising with Winster, and the bootlegging and weapons will be delivered continuously.

After dealing with another wave of reporters, Ethan had just washed his face in the restroom when he heard Vasini's prayer.

However, whether it was Ethan's imagination or not, as he contacted Vasini more and more, he found that his abilities seemed to have improved. At least even from this distance, he could hear Vasini's voice very clearly, much more clearly than the first time.

"Great Savior of Darkness, most powerful being, danger still looms over us. We need the salvation of your messengers. Please bestow your blessing!"

Vasini was getting anxious, after all, several days had passed and his crisis was still not over.

However, it will be soon.

(End of this chapter)