Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 331 [The Boiling Era]

Compared to the bustling heat of the port area, it was as if a sun that would never go out was shining down.

The southern district seemed too quiet.

Without the boost from Sea King Lockerbie, the former alliance fell silent.

They dared not step out of Little Ibia at all.

If it weren't for the aid from Sea King Lockerbie, people in Little Ibia would probably be starving to death by now.

Vasini did not take much action in response to this situation.

On the one hand, there are people watching Little Ibia.

The officers from the Kingdom Protection Bureau's Second Division haven't left yet, while the officers from the Public Security Bureau have chosen to remain neutral.

Of course, this is only a secondary part.

The real reason is God's instruction: God said not to take any action for the time being.

God is never wrong.

So, we just need to do what God wants.

In the past few days, he continued to consolidate his power and take care of various businesses.

Especially private distilleries.

The first profit from the bootlegging factory has been generated. After the batch of bootlegging was shipped out of the capital, the northern merchant Palen brought the first dividend.

A full million gold Ryan.

This would have been an unimaginable sum of money under normal circumstances. Normally, they would have had to collect protection money and do countless dirty jobs to earn this kind of income.

Even if you add them all up in a year, you might not get that much.

This still has to be a relatively large family.

Those small families actually struggle to survive.

No wonder everyone wants to sell bootlegging; the profits are simply astonishing.

With this money, he could not only arm his personal guard, but also improve the living conditions of his men.

Why is the South District a slum of the capital? Nobody used to care about its affiliation.

It's because this place is too poor.

With money, many things become different.

For example, faith in the Lord.

People will only become more and more determined.

Therefore, Vasini prioritized giving the first sum of money to the most devout believers.

Valenzo was his best deputy; he didn't need to worry about money or distribution at all.

Most importantly, Valenzo had nothing left except his 'daughter'.

This means that Valenzo will not have any other ideas; he will be single-minded and fair.

After handing the matter over to Valenzo, Vasini emerged from the sanctuary once more, and new guests arrived at his hut.

The new guest seemed much more at ease than the previous two. He sat alone on the newly bought sofa in the house, eating the still-steaming meat soup while looking at the old resident next to him, Marcel.

“It looks like you’re settling in well, Mr. Depp.”

Vasini looked at the handsome and dashing man and smiled.

He was used to the gods sending all sorts of people; it was his duty to take care of these mundane affairs for the gods.

Even if the name of the person in front of me is the same as the name of the man who is now stirring up the entire port area.

"Hey, stop staring at me like that. Aren't you hungry? Come on, have something to eat."

The man called Depp nodded toward Marcel and said.

“I…I’m not very hungry.” Marcel seemed somewhat frightened.

He still doesn't seem to be able to adapt to his current life. He was fine on his own, but then a stranger came along, which made him feel very insecure.

"Hey, Marcel, do you know who I am?"

Depp suddenly called Marcel by his name.

Marcel grew even more nervous. How did this man know his name? "I'm Johnny Blackbird, West's man."

When he revealed his identity, not only Marcel was taken aback, but even Vasini was stunned.

Is this the legendary Johnny Blackbird?

Who is the person who has completely stirred up the political winds in the capital over the past six months?

"I'm here to save you. Soon, you'll be completely safe."

Johnny Blackbird continued, taking another sip of broth as he spoke.

"I must say, this soup tastes pretty good. Can we have it again tomorrow?"

“Of course, no problem, Mr. Johnny Blackbird.”

Vasini respected people like Johnny Blackbird, and in his youth he dreamed of such a life: wandering around and righting wrongs.

So when he was young, he went to sea and spent several years adventuring at sea.

Unfortunately, he eventually returned to inherit the family business.

He has nothing to be dissatisfied with in his life now, especially since he has received the attention of the gods.

But we can't forget the dreams we once had.

"Can...I really leave?"

Marcel asked again.

"Do you want to leave?"

"I think."

"Then I promise you, I will send you away to that place."

Johnny Blackbird suddenly became extremely serious at that moment.

"And you...?"

Marcel looked at him and unconsciously changed how he addressed him.

"Me? I won't do that. I have to do what I'm supposed to do, and what I want to do."

If Ethan were standing nearby, he would notice that Johnny Blackbird has changed. When he has to play the role of Depp, he appears silent, low-key, and somewhat suffocated, like a bird trapped in a cage.

Now, Depp is dead.

The blackbird finally soared once again in the skies above the capital.

Moreover, this time, he had no more worries, and he could fly freely.

That evening, all the major newspapers in the capital received the same letter, and when they opened it, all the reporters and editors went wild.

He is back.

Yes, he is back.

Johnny Blackbird.

After a long period of silence, he returned to the public eye.

"Hey, my darlings, did you miss me? Have you been lonely without me? I mean, everyone in the Royal Capital's Security Bureau, do you miss the times we drove around King's Road together? No problem, I'm back. I, Johnny Blackbird, am issuing you a new challenge. The safe-cracking game is back. Guess which bank I'll be going to?"

Of course, it might not be a safe. Perhaps it's the temple of some prince. Hey, Your Highness, I'm aiming at you again. Watch out!

So, please look forward to it.

It’s still the familiar taste, and the same familiar recipe.

This arrogant and ruthless bandit not only threatened to rob more banks, but also confessed to the crime of assassinating Prince Havensius, and even wanted to do it again.

Undoubtedly, this action added another dose of sensational news to the already bustling capital, keeping major newspapers quite busy.

In the East District, the Church of Poseidon is engaged in a highly anticipated battle against Sea King Lockerbie, with conflict threatening to erupt at any moment.

Here comes Johnny the Blackbird, soaring through the air once more.

Then, Ethan joined in the fun, announcing that his movie, the first ever sound movie, had officially started filming, and that Princess Ainbezem had been confirmed to star in it.

Anyway.

This is the best of times, and it seems like the worst of times.

(End of this chapter)