Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 297 [The Wind Ceases]

No one knows when the wind stopped.

In short, at some point, it suddenly disappeared.

It's like nothing happened.

Those who were drinking in the tavern, enjoying the breeze, came out when they heard that there was no more noise outside.

Sensing the last vestiges of the sea in the air, people felt a sense of loss, but even more so, a refreshing feeling of a strong wind passing by.

So, fueled by this refreshing feeling and a touch of intoxication, people went home to sleep.

Nobody will care anymore.

It was just a passing breeze.

But for some others, it was more than just a passing breeze.

For example, the people in the Fifth Division of the Kingdom Security Bureau.

They followed the believers of the Church of the Sea God for a long time, when suddenly the wind stopped.

and then?
A group of people were confused.

The people of the Church of the Sea God were even more confused.

They were also following the wind's guidance, because God had instructed them to follow the wind's direction.

Now that the wind has stopped, where should they go?
The people who should be asked most are naturally Johnny Blackbird, who led all of this, as well as Ethan and Morris.

So the high priest Hagen found them.

Morris seemed caught off guard and looked at Ethan and the others.

Ethan shook his head: "Your Excellency Hagen, you ask me, but I don't know either. That's all God has told me."

Hagen went to see Johnny Blackbird again.

Johnny Blackbird just shook his head.

"Perhaps, God has already accomplished what He wanted to do."

He then added another sentence.

"What was achieved?"

Morris quickly asked a question.

Johnny Blackbird shook his head again.

"Perhaps we should go back and consult the gods again."

After hearing this, Hagen simply frowned.

If we were to just let it go tonight, it would be far too incomplete and unfinished.

They prepared so much, made such a grand show, and even withstood pressure from the Kingdom Protection Bureau, but in the end, they just let it go.

How will they explain this to the Pope?

Hagen didn't speak immediately. He thought for a moment and said he needed to discuss it with Jelit.

After all, this is not something he can decide on his own.

After Hagen left, Maurice was plunged into a profound emptiness.

He had thought he was about to embark on a completely different life, and he was looking forward to what huge changes the wind would bring tonight.

But in the end, it turned out like this?

"Have you...none of you heard His call anymore?"

He tentatively asked Ethan and Johnny Blackbird.

He felt that he was one of them.

If this matter is left unresolved, won't they all have no chance?

As a result, Ethan and Johnny Blackbird both shook their heads.

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Morris.

However, out of his sight, Ethan and Johnny Blackbird looked eastward together.

The wind has stopped.

But the wind didn't leave nothing behind.

At the very least, it took away the most important people.

West, and the patients in the underground hospital.

They should be on the ship by now.

Ethan looked east for a while, then turned his gaze south.

South area.

The wind there must have stopped.

The wind in the south area has indeed stopped.

As the wind carried some people away, it also brought others. With the arrival of these people, Trafford's plan completely failed.

Under the double attack, it was actually their former allies who began to collapse first.

These people came here tonight to take advantage of the chaos. If they can fight among themselves and cause casualties, then it goes without saying that a more powerful enemy has appeared.

After Trevor was forced to halt his advance, Trafford found himself in crisis once more. Without hesitation, they fled with their men.

With one team member missing, the Trafford team is even more stretched thin.

Of course, what ultimately defeated Trafford was that one axe blow.

He was cut down and fell to the ground, unable to resist.

His men tried to save him, but they were all killed.

In the end, only a small number of people escaped the storm.

Trevor also fled.

He was, after all, a Westerner, a bandit who came and went like the wind. Even though the winds had turned against him tonight, he still managed to seize the opportunity and find a way to survive.

The moment before the wind fell.

The people in the wind and the people in the sanctuary finally met.

"It's a pity we didn't kill them all."

Among the people who came from the wind, the leader looked into the darkness and couldn't help but shake his head and say something.

"Thank you all. May I ask who you are?"

Vasini appeared cautious, looking at the group of men who had come riding the wind, unsure of what to say.

Their clothes looked somewhat familiar, as if they were also members of the Mafia.

But in the capital, there was no such name for this group of people.

"Don't ask, if you really want to know..."

The leading man picked up a cigar, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Just as he was thinking about how to make it up, Vasini saw the big man with the giant axe and immediately understood.

Messenger of God, yet another messenger of God.

However, this was originally God's salvation.

It is reasonable for God to call these people from His Kingdom.

"Greetings, Divine Messenger."

Therefore, he made a respectful gesture directly towards those men.

"There's no need for that. We're just people like you."

The leading man helped Vasini up, smiled, and handed him a cigar.

"Want a bite?"

"Many...thank you very much."

Vasini was somewhat flattered and quickly took the gift, taking a deep breath before trying to return it.

The man waved his hand and said, "Take it and smoke it. It's time for us to leave."

"Are you leaving now?"

Vasini paused for a moment.

"The air in the capital is bad; I don't like it."

"Me too."

The man said something, and his companion immediately echoed him.

The man simply waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute! Leave your name!"

Vasini still wanted to know the names of these people.

The man turned around, smiled, and uttered a name.

But for some reason, the wind started blowing again, and the name was scattered in the wind.

Vasini didn't hear clearly, it sounded like Poletta?
Or maybe it's Polite?
They simply drifted away in the wind.

Only the man wielding the giant axe remained standing there, carrying the unconscious Trafford.

"for you."

The giant uttered a curt sentence, tossed the man to Vasini, and then stood aside.

Vasini was somewhat at a loss. In his opinion, Trafford was the root of all the problems and should have been killed outright.

Moreover, staying here would only cause even bigger trouble.

At that moment, Karst, who had reverted to his original form as Count Jacquard, stepped forward and said, "Give me the man, and let me interrogate him."

(End of this chapter)