Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 304 [Apple]

If the eldest prince is a gentle spring breeze, he is the kind Haven.

The second prince is like a star high in the sky, so distant yet so dazzling; he is the Adrian of the royal family.

Therefore, the people of the capital did not pay much attention to the return of the second prince.

At most, people would whisper among themselves that something interesting was about to happen in the capital.

The rivalry between the eldest and second princes has long been an open secret.

Since the second prince came of age, he has competed with the eldest prince in everything, refusing to lose in any situation or field.

The eldest prince's attitude was: "Adrian is still young, and young people always like to compete. As his elder brother, I can only let him have his way."

This is indeed a kind gesture from Haven.

He is gentle to everyone, like a spring breeze.

But this is ultimately a royal struggle, or to put it more bluntly, a struggle for the throne. By saying this, he is essentially showing weakness.

Therefore, from the outside perspective, the eldest prince is afraid of the second prince, which gives people the misconception that the second prince has a better chance of inheriting the throne.

The eldest prince had just been assassinated when the second prince returned, even after the eldest prince had repeatedly hinted that the second prince was the mastermind behind it all…

"It's all my fault, Your Highness. I misjudged people..."

Lying in the hospital bed, Michel kept his head down, not daring to look at the eldest prince Havenius sitting in front of him.

Even though he crippled his right hand that day to save Havensius, it's probably beyond repair and he'll have to get an alchemical prosthetic limb from now on.

Compared to this, the fact that Trafford, who possesses many secrets and has a sensitive identity, fell into the hands of the second prince's people is something that cannot be compensated for at all.

"Don't say that, Michelle. I will never forget all the things you have done for me. I know best what kind of person you are. Here, you've worked hard. Have an apple."

Havenius had just sat down in front of him, leisurely peeled an apple for him, and handed it to him.

Michel was hesitant to take it, but at Havenius's prompting, he took it anyway, took a careful bite, and immediately put on a look of delight.

"Is it tasty?"

Havenius wiped his hands, his smile growing even warmer.

"Delicious, very juicy."

Michelle tried to relax and seemed to enjoy it.

"That's good."

Havenius nodded and sighed.

"I've never known what I should do to make up for all that you've done for me."

"Your Highness, everything we have done is what we should do, and we don't need anything in return. It's all for Your Highness's sake."

Michelle quickly expressed her loyalty.

“How could I not understand your feelings? Michelle, I’ve always said that you are my vulture.”

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."

"Eat up, keep eating. These are apples from Nanjun, specially supplied to the royal family. Don't waste them."

Upon hearing this, Michelle ate even more enthusiastically.

They almost swallowed even the fruit pit.

"If you like it, I'll have someone send you some in a couple of days."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness."

Havenius nodded, stood up, and patted Michelle on the shoulder, as if to encourage her.

"Alright, you get some rest. I'll come see you again in a couple of days."

"Your Highness is busy with state affairs, there is no need for this."

Michelle was apprehensive.

"Speaking of state affairs, yes, there's something that's giving me a real headache. It's your subordinate Trafford. I can't find him, but if he's still alive, any nonsense he might say is always a real problem."

Havenius, who had already reached the door, stopped and turned back to look at Michelle. "So, what do you think we should do?"

The air in the room became quiet.

Michelle felt that the apple she had just eaten was not juicy at all, but rather bitter.

"I understand, Your Highness. I will certainly not let your head continue to hurt."

He ate the last pit bit by bit and swallowed it.

Havenius nodded when he saw this.

“Michelle, you haven’t changed at all. You always know how to solve my headaches.”

After leaving the ward, Havenius straightened his clothes and then asked his attendant.

"How is Jonas?"

"He's still unconscious. The location of the gunshot wound was too dangerous; we almost didn't have time to save him. However, he should be able to wake up."

"That's good, otherwise my head would hurt even more if he died."

He walked to the window, looked at the nice weather outside, and took a deep breath.

"Actually, this might not be a bad thing. Now, that old fox from the Evans family won't be able to escape easily. That shot was well done. Oh, right, Ed is back, and Lord Solomon should be back too. Perfect timing, I'll go pay him a visit. I'm very interested in that gun."

That afternoon, Michel, the head of the Third Division of the Royal Security Bureau, the former bodyguard of the eldest prince, and a man with a legendary life, died from a recurrence of an injury to his right hand.

Ethan was unaware of this.

Because this kind of thing wouldn't make the newspapers, and nobody would care that a Royal Guard officer they didn't know had died.

What everyone is more concerned about is what new moves Ethan will make, and whether he will have any connection with the recently returned second prince.

Ethan did not meet with the second prince at this time; he had not yet received any updates from Joseph.

He's currently in a café downstairs from Lone Star Broadcasting, chatting with Kevin and Finch, whom he hasn't seen in a long time.

"Thank God, boss, you're back. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do."

Upon seeing Ethan, Kevin immediately pledged his loyalty.

Of course, there might be some genuine emotion involved.

After all, Ethan saved his career and gave him new hope.

After chatting for a while, the group got down to business, mainly about the radio station's future strategy and related matters concerning the film.

Ethan didn't want to get involved in the actual operations of the radio station, so he just provided the funding.

Kevin is capable and can do a good job.

"Here's the thing, I'm planning to film a story about my family's struggles. Are you two interested?"

"Your family..."

Finch hesitated.

He must have read those reports.

"I've already written the script; you can take a look at it first."

Ethan didn't force them and handed them the script.

The two of them accepted it without refusing.

After a moment, Finch hesitated for a second, then said, "By the way, Mr. Ethan, Mr. Azeratu would like to invite you to dinner. I wonder if you are available?"

Oh?
Ethan raised an eyebrow.

What does Azeratu mean?

What was it about Ethan that he had his eye on?

"of course."

(End of this chapter)