Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 318 [A Scorching Summer Night (Part 1)]

"They've arrived and are in good condition, so you don't need to worry too much."

Ethan closed the door and began to pray to the sea goddess Isis, while speaking to Johnny the blackbird beside him.

"That's good."

Johnny Blackbird also pretended to pray.

"So what do you need me to do?"

His understanding was also clear: even if Ethan didn't threaten him with West or the patients, he had no reason to leave the capital.

This is an exchange in a certain sense, and as a man, one cannot shirk this responsibility.

“Not for now. However, Marcel is not dead, he is alive and in my hands. How much do you know about him?”

"Marcel? He was developed by West, so he probably doesn't know much, but he's already made contact with them. What do you plan to do?"

Does he listen to you?

"Theoretically speaking, he has to listen to me."

"Is there anything that can prove you're still alive and that can get him to obey orders?"

Johnny Blackbird pondered for a moment, then pulled a tan eagle emblem from his clothes and handed it to Ethan.

"Show him this, and he should believe it."

Ethan took it, played with it for a moment, and then put it away.

What about that guy outside?

Johnny Blackbird gestures.

outside.

Morris was somewhat restless.

He was excited at first, but now he's starting to feel a bit anxious.

This period was truly like sailing a ship through giant waves for him, full of ups and downs.

At first, when he sensed the goddess's presence in the tavern, he was so excited that he almost jumped off his chair.

He sensed that his life would be completely different, that he would become a legend, just like those saints.

However, what followed completely exceeded his expectations and imagination.

He did not become a legend, nor did he seem to be able to embark on the path to sainthood.

Because there was no follow-up to the matter.

After the dramatic divine revelation, on the night of the typhoon, after everyone chased the typhoon for most of the night, nothing actually happened.

Most importantly, he seemed to have lost the favor of the gods, and the goddess no longer gave him any omens.

This caused him extreme anxiety.

Even though the church had received divine revelation and promoted him from the most basic priest to high priest, he still held a certain status.

But he could clearly sense that the church did not value him.

Even after being promoted to high priest, he still had nothing of real importance to do, and people's attitude towards him was far less favorable than that towards Ethan and Depp.

This made him realize that he wasn't important enough, and he needed to be firmly tied to the other two people in order to truly gain their respect.

Otherwise, he would be like those fleeting chosen ones in history, shining briefly before being submerged in the river of time.

Therefore, he must seize every possible opportunity.

For example, this time.

Although he had no idea why Ethan and Depp had come to church at the same time, and he had no prior knowledge of God's will, he still had to go and join them.

Just as he was filled with anxiety, the door to the prayer room finally reopened.

“Maurice, come on, let’s talk.”

Ethan waved to him.

That feeling gave Maurice a strong sense of familiarity, just like it had been back then.

Could it be that……

at the same time.

In a house not far away, two pairs of eyes were fixed on the prayer room. High Priest Hagen and Jelit.

"Why are those two guys here again?"

"What do you think?"

"I think they are liars."

Jellett was outspoken.

He had experienced that typhoon, and although the divine revelation ceremony was grand and elaborate, he ultimately gained nothing.

"Don't say that, His Holiness the Pope believes they are genuine."

Haigen, on the other hand, is relatively conservative.

“Maurice is a fool too. He’s obsessed with being a saint. He’ll do something stupid sooner or later.”

"Then keep an eye on him."

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That night.

The weather was so hot that even the slightest breeze blowing from the sea did nothing to alleviate it.

Heavy rain seemed to have become a thing of the past for the entire city.

Or perhaps, the industrialization of the northern part of the capital was too rapid and intense, causing the entire city to be in an extreme heatwave.

This is the latest research finding from the School of Meteorology at the Kingdom University in recent years: industrialization can lead to urban overheating.

However, the northern region is one of the royalists' greatest achievements, and no matter how many research results emerge, there will be absolutely no change in the short term.

However, all of this means nothing to ordinary citizens. They just live their lives as they are, at most envying the new air conditioners and thinking about when they will have the money to get one.

Vasini, however, did not feel any envy; he saw the heat as a test for himself.

He enjoyed the heat, and even though he had enough money to buy enough air conditioners, he didn't.

In some ways, his piety has reached the level of that of ancient ascetics.

After leading a group of believers in prayer in the dark and sweltering sanctuary, he quickly tidied himself up and went to his house near the sanctuary.

Previously, this house was used to entertain, or rather imprison, Karst, but it has been empty ever since Karst became the Earl.

Until new guests arrived.

This new guest was personally delivered by Karst; he was a young man and looked quite ordinary.

Vasini didn't inquire about the man's background. In any case, as long as it was a divine decree, he would carry it out and complete it.

The room wasn't hot at all; in fact, it was cool, because Vasini had already sent someone to buy and install a cooling system before bringing the people here.

Despite the air conditioning, the young people inside the room seemed somewhat bewildered and uneasy.

Especially when he saw Vasini push the door open and come in.

He seemed very wary.

Are you getting used to staying here?

Vasini remained calm and only asked questions.

"fine……"

Marcel nodded reluctantly.

Since West's accident, he has been living an extremely turbulent and unsettling life.

Constantly moving from place to place and hiding is something his artistic career in the first half of his life never provided.

The man before him was clearly no good person. Marcel couldn't understand how his teacher knew him, let alone the nobleman from before.

He felt like he couldn't understand his teacher anymore.

"Someone asked me to give this to you."

Vasini didn't say much, but took out an earth-yellow eagle emblem from his robe.

Seeing the emblem immediately lifted his spirits considerably.

This is……

(End of this chapter)