Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 351 [The Wind Rises]

"Do not!!!"

It seemed they heard some shouting.

Heisenberg and Joseph stood up at the same time.

Then, it sounded like I misheard.

The shout didn't seem to come from a distance, but from behind them.

The sudden flash of white light seemed to have caused the crew to miss some important moment, leading the producers and artists to frantically slap their thighs, shout, and scream.

Palen stepped forward to reassure everyone, saying, "Let's do one more take."

Joseph then asked Heisenberg, "Who do you think won?"

"On a rainy night like this, it's better to go home and sleep early."

"is it?"

"Yes."

When the white light appeared, Heisenberg seemed to have already decided on the outcome.

The rest is simply a matter of time.

"But I still want to sit a little longer."

"If I were you, I would think about which path would be faster to leave the capital."

"I'd like to share this sentiment with you as well."

The two of them sat down together again.

The rain seems to be getting lighter.

This light rain seems perfect as the final note before the show ends.

The Ellison family's banquet finally came to an end.

One by one, everyone left the luxurious courtyard, escorted by servants of the Eriman family.

Even Jonas was preparing to leave.

"It should be over by now. I need to go back and get some rest."

"Shouldn't we wait a little longer? The message hasn't arrived yet."

"Didn't they say that Johnny Blackbird has already appeared in the South District? There's no point in us waiting any longer."

News of Johnny Blackbird's appearance in the South District had already reached the manor through the fastest channels.

So they knew very early on that the focus of the hunt for Johnny Blackbird was no longer on them.

"Yes, you must be tired tonight."

Jesse stood up and said.

"You too, get some rest."

Jonas drank the last sip of his drink and put the glass down.

"However, I suggest we be careful. Johnny Blackbird is a cunning fellow, and he might have some other tricks up his sleeve."

He said this to Jesse before he left.

"This is my home. I don't believe he can break through my defenses and do anything to me."

Jesse was confident and relaxed.

If Johnny Blackbird is really that good, he'd like to experience it for himself.

I've been in the capital for too long; it's been a long time since I've experienced anything exciting.

Jonas didn't say anything more and left.

Jesse headed toward his house; he needed to take a cold shower and then have a drink.

In a corner unseen by anyone, in the guest room where Count Jaccard should have been lying dead drunk, a man was humming a tune softly, tidying his clothes and rubbing his face.

Beside him lay a naked man in a deep coma.

The face he was rubbing slowly transformed into that man's appearance.

He was dressed in the attire of an Erieman family servant.

Once everything was ready, he quietly opened the door and went out, then silently slipped into the rainy night.

Rocky the Sea King was also preparing to go to sleep in the gradually subsiding rain.

He still couldn't get a good night's sleep. The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning woke him up.

After all, he was a True Name user with an extremely high True Name level, and he was still too sensitive to the dissipation of True Name energy, so he couldn't fall asleep.

So I simply sat up and continued drinking.

However, instead of drinking the previous wine, he specially asked his subordinates to open a bottle of wine that he had treasured for many years.

It's a kind of celebration.

"Did we win, boss?"

While pouring the wine, one of his men couldn't help but ask a question.

"I think so. It's finally over, but... we have to be careful of that old man, Xi Wen."

Locke took a sip, letting the liquid slowly soak into his tongue.

When he last met Xi Wen, he didn't sense it as clearly, but now it seems that this guy's strength is even above his own.

What a cunning old man who knows how to hide his true nature.

With the Southern Mafia gone, who will be the next in this war?
After swallowing the wine in his mouth completely, Locke nodded. It was indeed good wine; he could save it for next time.

Perhaps there will be many celebrations during this period.

I really need to go to sleep.

Good sleep is the foundation of a bright future.

Just as he was about to lie back on his soft boat, the wind outside suddenly picked up.

Very big.

Suddenly, it makes you wonder if that typhoon has returned.

The men heard the wind and the sound of a window being frantically battered in the wind, and they quickly prepared to close it.

Lockeby reached out and stopped him.

"Go get the gun and wake everyone up."

Lockeby, who had seemed quite sleepy, tensed up the moment he heard the sound of the wind, and he took off his pajamas.

The boss's actions made his subordinates understand what was going on. After all, he was Lockerbie's confidant, and he reacted and acted quickly. He immediately began to carry out the boss's orders.

Lockeby calmly changed into a jet-black tuxedo, put on a complicated tie, and then combed his hair into an absolutely neat style before walking to the window.

Outside the window, the wind was still very strong, ridiculously strong.

But the wind seemed to only blow around his house; further away, it seemed to disappear.

The entire house seemed to be trapped in a certain wind position.

Lockerbie's house was right by the sea, so it was normal for it to have sea breezes.

But it shouldn't be this big.

Through the window, Lockerbie continued to look into the wind and saw some people, some dressed in dark blue robes.

They were like ghosts on this rainy night, coming from the wind.

"I really can't get a good night's sleep."

The wind did not reach the southern area.

The rain in the southern district is also subsiding, and the wind has died down; it seems that the hot and humid feeling is about to return.

Trevor felt uncomfortable walking in the hot and humid air. He still didn't like this kind of weather, and he didn't like the capital city either.

In this kind of weather, if he were in the West, he would be riding his horse across the wilderness with his companions, drinking a couple of drinks at any tavern when thirsty, and jumping into a puddle when hot.

Instead of having to walk through such a rat-hole-like place on such a humid and hot night, to do certain things, to kill certain people.

However, his job tonight was the easiest; he only had to sneak into the rear.

After slaying the person in front of him once again, he breathed a sigh of relief, finally arriving at this wretched place.

He looked up at the top of the building in front of him.

It does indeed have a somewhat sacred feel to it.

Temple.

The Mafia is the Mafia, why the Sanctuary?
He pushed open the door in front of him; after tonight, there would be no more sanctuary here.

(End of this chapter)