Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 310 [Story]

Do you know what I used to do?

Little Ibia.

In the heart of the former alliance, in a building that looks like it was completely converted from a ship.

In the flickering candlelight.

Old Man Sherwin sat high on his sharkskin-covered navigator chair, his muscular chest exposed, knife and fork in hand, nonchalantly cutting a fresh sea fish on the plate in front of him.

This sea fish was jumping around lively just a minute ago.

This was one of the few hobbies that Old Man Xiwen had.

Every day, we eat a fresh sea fish, which we cut and share ourselves.

because……

"That's right, I used to kill fish on a boat."

He cut off a piece of raw fish that was still slightly twitching, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it heartily.

Standing before him were the core members of his former alliance, all of whom were his adopted sons.

One of them was none other than his favorite, the stubborn Moran.

"Hardhead worm" is an Old World slang term that describes someone who acts like a hardhead worm, charging around recklessly and fearlessly. It is generally used to describe a ruthless character.

Molen is indeed a ruthless character. Over the years, he has been daring and hardworking, and has stood out under Father Sherwin, making many contributions and thus earning his favor.

Normally he was fearless, but at this moment, he was like a weak shrimp, collapsing in front of Old Man Xi Wen, unable to even stand up, his whole body trembling slightly.

Because he knew very well how much trouble he had gotten himself into.

Now, Lockerbie's men have completely surrounded Little Ibia.

The war is about to start.

Perhaps the entire Little Ibia will be destroyed because of his recklessness.

"Back then I was very thin and weak, far from being as strong as I am now. Anyone could bully me. I not only had to kill fish every day, but also do all sorts of dirty and tiring work. Especially the navigator on the ship, who, relying on being the captain's brother, treated me like a human being. He even threw me into the sea once and made me fight a shark, saying that if I couldn't kill the shark, I wouldn't have to come back on the ship. And guess what happened?"

The cabin, which resembled a ship's cabin, was completely silent. No one dared to speak, except for Morren, who was trembling even more violently.

Actually, everyone has heard this story before, countless times.

Whenever Old Man Sherwin was unhappy, he would tell this story.

"I was lucky to survive and killed the shark. Half a month later, a group of pirates hijacked the ship in the middle of the night and killed everyone on board except me. Yes, it was the pirates I contacted."

He told his story slowly and deliberately, continuing to cut the fish, the shark skin on his back flickering in the firelight.

"Moren, do you know what this story is about?"

"Dad...I...I was wrong."

“No, no, no, Morren, you’re right, you’re absolutely right. You know exactly what my story is about: when you’re too weak, you need to find help.”

"I……"

"But you only understood the first meaning."

One second Old Man Sherwin was shaking his head as if praising Morren, but the next second his expression had become extremely indifferent. He stared coldly at Morren, put down his knife and fork, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

What is the second layer of meaning in my story?

He looked at everyone in the cabin.

Immediately afterward, before anyone could speak, he spoke directly.

"You only know how to hear the story's plot, but you don't understand what the story didn't tell you. What didn't my story tell you? That's right, it's how I contacted the pirates. Did I talk to the pirates in front of those people?"

No. "I..."

Molen swallowed hard; he was the fool who talked to the pirates in front of those people.

"Originally, I had almost reached an agreement with the underground emperor of the central district, and he promised to send people to help us. But what happened?"

Old Man Sherwin slowly stood up and walked to Morren.

"Have I not told you that you are not allowed to act rashly without my orders?"

He crouched down and stared at Moren's lowered head.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I just wanted to..."

Molen didn't finish his sentence.

Because Old Man Xiwen grabbed his head and used the fish-killing knife to cut off his ear, causing him to convulse and tremble in pain.

"I'm cutting off your ears because you didn't listen to me, and I'm keeping your head because you're still somewhat useful."

After saying that, Old Man Xiwen stood up, casually tossed his ear aside, and stretched.

"Now, I'm going out to talk to Aquaman. I'll give him whatever he wants. Anyone who wants to leave can leave now. Anyone who wants my life can come and take it."

He slowly walked towards the door. No one made a move; everyone stood still, afraid to touch anything.

Old Man Shiwen hasn't left Little Ibia for many years. People outside think he's a wretched old man, cowardly and afraid of trouble, only good at smoothing things over.

Only the people in this room know how terrifying this old man is.

"Pick up your ear and come with me."

He paused when he reached the door.

Molen tore a piece of cloth from somewhere and wrapped it around his ears, then forced himself to stand up and followed after him step by step.

That evening, dark clouds gathered, as if a heavy rain was about to fall at any moment, extinguishing the heat that enveloped the capital.

But the rain didn't fall until it got dark.

People are just complaining that the weather is unbearably hot; they'd rather have a few more typhoons so everyone can feel comfortable.

Beneath the surface, those people in the black mud were all watching a rainstorm unfold beneath the water.

The rain ultimately did not fall.

Those who had surrounded Little Ibia, the Sea King, eventually all dispersed quietly.

A major battle was averted without a trace.

Nobody knows what happened beneath the surface.

But some things have changed.

For example, Little Ibia, which had been almost completely closed off for decades, quietly opened a passage towards the port area.

For example, the security personnel who were supposed to be stationed in Little Ibia disappeared.

After that hot afternoon, it seemed like nothing had happened, yet it also seemed like a lot had occurred.

Ethan knew exactly what had happened, but since he was now on the water, he pretended nothing had happened.

He had to rush to a date tonight with Finch from the Electromagnetic General Center, and of course, behind him was his boss, the famous electrical fanatic Azeratu.

This was a long-awaited date, booked after the night of the typhoon. Ethan was curious to hear what Azeratu wanted to talk about.

On this very night, a count who had been missing for a long time finally returned home.

The capital's pleasure quarters are dull without him, but for some reason, the Earl, who used to love pleasure the most, has locked himself up after returning home.

(End of this chapter)