Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 3 [The Instigator and Protector of Violence]

sun.

Without a doubt, if there is any name with the greatest authority, it must be the sun.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no change in the strong light.

He tried a series of names such as 'Owner of the Stars', 'Master of the Moon', 'Lord of Darkness', etc., but to no avail.

This shows that either the authority of these names has been occupied by others, or he opened it in the wrong way, or perhaps the "Name of the True God" is not as powerful as he imagined.

After trying many names again, he still got nothing. Instead, the water in the bathtub overflowed and scalded Ethan's feet.

He could only pause his thinking and go take a bath first.

Fortunately, after possessing the emblem, Ethan can now call out the "Name of the True God" at any time. He simply put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand. It turned out to be a perfect size.

Soaking in the warm water, Ethan continued to think about his name, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up by Anya.

It was pitch black outside and the water was cold.

Anya stood at the door, facing outside, and said slowly: "Master, dinner is ready. After eating, you should go out to do some work."

As she spoke, she considerately handed him a bath towel.

Ethan took the towel awkwardly, quickly wrapped it around his body, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The price of mediation is that Pauletta hands over everything, including the docks, casinos, taverns, and brothels. Al has already given you full authority when he was alive. You need to sign all relevant contracts tonight and then leave." Anya's tone became completely calm again. She had adjusted her emotions.

"If I'm gone, what will happen to my father's funeral?"

"I will hold the funeral, and you must leave tonight. This is Al's order before he died. He also said that if he died, you must leave as soon as possible."

From these words, Ethan sensed the danger of this night.

Apparently, even with Sandro's mediation, Alberto still felt uneasy.

Ethan once again didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, he really lacked resonance with these people and things, and on the other hand, he didn't want to die.

So he walked back to the room, and on the bed, a brand new suit was neatly placed there, obviously prepared by Anya.

Ethan tried it on and found it fit him perfectly. In the mirror, he looked elegant and handsome in this pure black single-breasted suit.

Dinner was a simple meal of grilled veal veal with buttered asparagus, a bowl of mushroom soup and half a piece of bread. Ethan was the only one eating at the long dining table, with Anya standing beside him.

Ethan ate absentmindedly, and by the time he had eaten half a piece of meat, he was already full.

"My father's body..."

"It's been handled. News of Al's death can't get out. At least, not tonight."

Ethan wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.

"Let's go."

In that case, let's end it all and leave here.

Anya drove the latest model of Klaus Company out of the manor and headed towards the city.

Ethan leaned back in the back seat, stroking the emblem on his ring finger, and began a new round of attempts.

Anya didn't notice anything unusual, which meant that only Ethan could see the 'Name of the True God'.

After trying every name he could think of, Ethan fell into deep thought.

Perhaps his thinking was flawed; tracing back to the source was the correct path. The "Name of the True God" was fully activated, becoming the emblem of the leader of the Paoletta family. Paoletta, mafia, crime?

The King of Sin?

No.

thug?

The protector and controller of the mob?
In an instant, the "Name of the True God" began to vibrate. The mercury-like substance twisted rapidly and was quickly stained with black, eventually forming a line of strange characters that Ethan had never seen before, but he knew what they meant:
The instigator and protector of violence.

And in the next moment, this line of strange words swallowed him up, as if he was immersed in an ocean.

Then he heard a voice, very far away.

But suddenly, it became extremely clear, as if it was right next to my ear.

"...He's just a piece of trash who has nothing to do with the family. He has no influence in the family. Do we really want to kill him? Joan, after all, we promised Sandro to stop the war."

"We only agreed to stop the war, not stop killing people. Fred, Prohibition is about to begin. If we want to gain a foothold, we must not miss this opportunity. Even if that kid named Ethan is a loser, his last name is Pauletta. He must die. We must make the Pauletta family's old ministers give up, so that we can integrate all our forces as quickly as possible."

It's not just sound, there's also light and pictures.

It was a smoky luxury room, with two men sitting opposite each other in the living room smoking.

"Or are you reminiscing about the past, Fred?"

"Nostalgic? Joan, from the moment you and I ambushed Alberto, I no longer have any feelings for the name Pauletta. I'm just worried about Sandro's reaction..."

"Sandro won't be here in person tonight. He's sending his fourth-in-command, Emilio. Emilio is quite capable, but I believe you can hold him back for half a minute. And it only takes me ten seconds to kill that useless kid from the Pauletta family."

"You want to take action directly?"

"I want to tell those people that anyone who stands in my way cannot exist in this world."

As the smoke rose, Ethan could feel something flowing through the two men. He could sense them and even control them.

"Master, we're here."

Anya's cry shattered the picture, and Ethan floated up from the deep sea.

The car has stopped. Outside the window, amidst the brilliant lights, a palace-like building stands.

The most eye-catching thing is its sign, the North Sea Star.

The most luxurious hotel in Winster, it is said that the owner behind it is Sandro.

Tonight's transaction is scheduled here.

Looking at the hotel, Ethan's ears were still echoing with the conversations he had just heard.

Now, there are two choices before him.

1. Leave here immediately and flee to the capital overnight.

It is foreseeable that he will be hunted endlessly from now on, and it is still unknown whether he can escape successfully.

Second, step into this hotel and face a doomed murder.

Ethan's heart began to beat violently.

It wasn't until Anya knocked on the car window outside that he came to his senses and took a deep breath.

Opening the car door, the cold October wind howled in Winster, mixed with the smell of alcohol and people's drunken shouts and singing, as if bidding farewell to the god of wine and everything belonging to him.

A brand new era is about to come.

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(End of this chapter)