Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 343 [Intersecting Stages]

The rain continued to fall.

eight pm.

Finally, the rain at this time of day satisfied Jesse.

This kind of rain is perfect for a night like this.

Meanwhile, at the Erieman family's manor house, the banquet's dance music was reaching its most intense moment.

In the brightly lit banquet hall, noblemen and ladies were dancing enthusiastically.

On a rainy night, you can sway to lively music, with fine wine at hand and handsome men and beautiful women in front of you, and you can even imagine the wonderful things that might happen next.

This is the right way to experience summer in the capital!

"Go away!"

Just as everyone was having a great time, a scream shattered the joy.

A beautiful girl was seen lifting her skirt and shouting at another person with a look of fear and anger on her face.

Everyone recognizes this girl; she is Wendy from the Fram family, a rising star in aristocratic circles because she is very beautiful, well-mannered, and from a prestigious family.

Many young boys admired her.

So as soon as they heard her scream, people rushed over immediately.

"Wendy, Wendy, how are you?"

Everyone seemed very anxious.

Upon hearing that sound, Wendy immediately burst into tears.

She cried as she glared fiercely at the person opposite her.

Standing opposite her was a middle-aged man with hazy, drunken eyes.

If you only look at this man's appearance, you would think he is really handsome, and even has an air of nobility about him.

But if you knew his name, you wouldn't think that way at all.

He was Count Jacquard.

"He...he just tried to drag me into the room!"

"damn it."

"This bastard!"

The young people were filled with righteous indignation.

Some people have already stepped forward, ready to take action.

The title of Earl of Jacquard is only good for intimidating commoners; everyone knows that his family has completely fallen into decline.

They actually dared to do such a thing in such a setting.

But actually, the worst thing that could have happened was that Jesse invited him.

However, no one dared to bring up the fact that the Elleman family was so powerful.

So everyone could only vent their anger on Count Jacquard.

"Flynn, get out of here before I break your legs! You're not welcome here!"

"Oh? Kid, who are you from, daring to speak to me like that? Do you even know my name?"

Count Jacques seemed to have drunk too much again, and he stared drunkenly at the man who was threatening him, and shouted loudly as well.

"Your reputation? Aren't you just the most hopeless playboy in the capital?"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Count Jacques seemed to have lost all face. He frantically drew a silver rapier from his waist and began shouting.

"A playboy, huh? Then try this, come on!"

He brandished his rapier, seemingly drunk, and appeared quite vulnerable.

This scene was naturally witnessed by the hosts of the dinner, Jesse and Jonas.

They didn't move, just held their glasses, as if watching a farcical performance.

"Aren't you going to stop him?"

Seeing that several young men seemed genuinely about to try out Jacard's rapier, Jonas finally spoke up.

He was a bit more mature, and he knew that although Count Jaccard had a bad reputation and was a complete mess, he still had some real skills, after all, his family had once been distinguished in military achievements.

It would be troublesome if he actually hurt a few people.

"Do you think this guy might be an assassin in disguise?"

Jesse suddenly asked a very strange question.

“Him?” Jonas paused, then shook his head.

"This guy doesn't look like Johnny Blackbird at all."

"Yeah, but I suddenly thought that sneaking in like this would be really interesting, but... never mind."

Jesse laughed too, as if he found his own idea amusing.

As expected, I still can't adapt to life in the capital. I lack passion and imagination.

It was better in Casmo; there were surprises every day, and unexpected things happened every day.

For example, on one occasion, he disguised himself as a slave, sneaked into his enemy's party undetected, and then killed his enemy after everyone was drunk.

He still remembered his enemy, drunk, yelling at him: "Hey, are you that damn kid? Are you? Hahahaha, come and kill me!"

Jesse granted his wish.

But I doubt Johnny Blackbird has that kind of imagination.

"Take him to a guest room to rest; after all, he is a nobleman."

Jesse did not have Count Jacquard removed; he simply had his servants stop him from going on a drunken rampage and took him to a guest room.

The banquet was finally able to proceed normally again.

Just then, a servant rushed in and came to Jesse's side, whispering something to him.

Jesse nodded after listening, without saying anything more.

After the servants left, Jonas asked, "Something happened?"

"That's it."

Jesse, however, still appeared relaxed.

"That guy didn't come here, he went to my older brother's..."

"Your older brother..."

“My older brother is naturally fine, he is my older brother.”

The truth is, that bullet, which came from who-knows-where, almost hit his older brother's face.

Fortunately, his older brother had many skilled people around him, so he was fine.

However, they also failed to capture Johnny Blackbird.

"such a pity."

Jesse shook his head.

"Let's end the banquet here."

He no longer wanted to play the game; the game was over.

Because the guests we were really going to invite today won't be coming.

However, tomorrow's newspapers will provide ample opportunity to ridicule Johnny Blackbird.

He finally failed.

"No, it can't end yet. I think we should keep going until dawn, what do you think?"

However, Jonas intervened and stopped him.

"Oh?"

Jesse was puzzled, but then he understood what Jonas meant.

"Are you afraid that guy is playing a trick? That his real target is still us?"

"That's a cunning bird."

“That makes sense. Well then, let’s continue the banquet. Come on, let’s pick a girl to dance with, otherwise this night will be very boring.”

The singing and dancing continued, and the rain continued to fall.

The excitement of the night continues.

On stage, the play had only just begun its second act.

However, those who thought they were the main characters would never have imagined that their role in tonight's play was not so important.

Nine o'clock.

The rain continued to wash away the darkness, blood, and smoke of the southern district.

While the crew was still immersed in filming the gunfight in the dark alleyway on a rainy night.

The man wearing a black bird beak mask slowly stepped onto the stage that was not originally his.

The blackbird spread its wings.

(End of this chapter)