Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 359 [The Second Person]

That moment.

The entire courtyard seemed to quiet down, and even the sound of the fountain next door subsided.

Only the sound of Adrian chewing could be heard.

He was still chewing, eating the venison, but his eyes were on Ethan.

"Your Highness, you are drunk."

Ethan was silent for a moment before speaking.

silence.

Still silent.

A long time later.

Adrian suddenly burst into laughter: "I think I've had too much to drink, Ethan. The wine you brought is quite good."

That's right, the alcohol was also a gift from Ethan.

Just a while ago.

It's always good to give these little gifts often.

Of course, Palen was helping to handle all of these things, while Ethan didn't seem to care much.

Then they chatted for a while.

As the meeting was drawing to a close, Adrian said, "For anything concerning the South District, you can go to Joseph. He'll take care of it for you. Go ahead and do your job. The South District is yours now. If all else fails, come to my butler. He can find me."

It turns out that the previous weapons factory wasn't the real reward; this is the real reward.

South area.

Ethan already had development plans for the South District, and John Holt had been waiting for it for a long time.

With Adrian's words today, everything is fine.

No one will bother him anymore.

After leaving Adrian's mansion, Ethan wanted to take a walk to sober up, so he didn't get into the car immediately.

Anya followed Ethan in her car.

After walking for a while, Ethan suddenly discovered that someone was waiting for him on the road.

It's a woman.

Mrs. Soster.

She stood there quietly, not knowing how long she had been waiting.

"Ma'am, why are you here?"

Ethan walked up to her, stopped, and remained respectful.

"I'm waiting for you."

Mrs. Southgate had never been kind to Ethan, and this time was no exception.

"Wait for me? Madam, I don't know..."

"You did a great job sending Sofia away, and I hope you can do just as well in the future."

Mrs. Southgate rarely praised Ethan.

Ethan said nothing.

“I know you’re going home soon. Don’t bother Sophia again. If I see you bringing Sophia back next time, you’ll understand what a mother would do.”

So tonight's visit is another threat?

Mrs. Southgate didn't seem to care much about Ethan's reaction; she finished speaking and prepared to leave.

However, she paused again before leaving completely.

"Adrian is a madman, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Doesn't your wife wish I would die sooner?"

Ethan finally spoke.

Sofia would be sad if she knew.

After saying this, Mrs. Southgate did not linger.

Ethan didn't say anything more; he simply turned to look at the ceaselessly flowing river beside him.

Is it really possible to turn back?
It's too late.

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After meeting Adrian, Ethan's second person to meet was Azeratu.

This power tycoon had previously hoped Ethan would help him arrange a meeting with Depp. Of course, that opportunity is now gone.

Because Depp is dead.

So Ethan thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, after the conflict in the port area ended, Azeratu contacted him again, expressing his desire to meet with Maurice.

Ethan thought for a moment and concluded that it was probably because Morris had been making a lot of noise lately and had been recognized as the new Chosen One.

Azeratu felt that he would inherit the power of the wind.

After all, it was no secret that Lockerbie's house had been hit by a strong gale that night.

Ethan naturally said no problem.

The film industry still needs Azeratu's support; this is nothing.

Furthermore, Maurice, that ambitious man, immediately agreed to meet Azeratu after learning that he wanted to see him.

Since Lockeby publicly broke off his hand to apologize, Maurice's status in the Cult of Poseidon has risen once again.

He has become a hero of the church, and his influence has long surpassed that of Depp when he was in power.

Ultimately, Depp didn't do anything particularly significant, but Morris did accomplish two truly remarkable things that everyone witnessed.

The meeting place was chosen to be at the pier.

Morris is a clergyman, so it's not appropriate for him to appear in overly upscale places.

So the location was chosen by Morris, a seafood restaurant right by the sea, one of his favorite restaurants.

He has now become a god in this shop. As soon as he arrives, the owner greets him at the door and says ingratiatingly that dinner has been prepared with the freshest ingredients, including his favorite tuna.

You have to understand that in the past, Maurice could only eat scraps of tuna, which he had to beg for, and he was always looked down upon and given the cold shoulder.

Now, those who once looked down on him can only bow their heads and smile obsequiously.

This is the taste of power.

Morris was completely absorbed in it.

However, upon seeing Ethan, he slightly lowered his guard.

Because he couldn't see through Ethan.

He still doesn't know who Ethan is.

Many things bear the traces of this guy's manipulation.

Maurice is not a fool.

"Ethan, my dear friend, it's so good to have you here. It's been so long since we had a drink together, hasn't it?"

He still adopted a familiar demeanor, but it was no longer the subservient, fawning manner he used to display.

He believed he was different now; even if Ethan was not simple, he was not simple either.

Ethan didn't refuse him, showing him considerable respect and greeting him warmly.

Then, he silently indicated that the distinguished guest was inside.

Yes, Azeratu has arrived, along with Ethan.

"Really? Then let's go quickly."

Morris quickly straightened his clothes. Facing a famous figure like Azeratu, a great inventor and businessman, he was still a little nervous. The gap was too big. He had never met anyone of this level before.

Following Ethan into the private room, Azeratu gave him face and immediately stood up to greet him.

"Lord Maurice, it's great to finally meet you."

He addressed him affectionately as Lord Maurice.

This made Morris feel an unprecedented sense of comfort once again.

Your Excellency, Your Excellency.

Oh, what a beautiful name.

It's unbelievable that one day he could be addressed as "Your Excellency," especially by such a distinguished person.

"Lord Azeratu, you've been waiting for a long time. Please have a seat, please have a seat."

Maurice, looking quite energetic, pulled Azeratu down to sit with him.

Ethan followed them and took his seat.

He didn't really need to attend this banquet, but he might as well listen in.

After all, he was the one who facilitated the meeting, so Azeratu couldn't just leave without saying anything, could he?

Ethan barely listened to the rest of the conversation; as he drank, he realized once again that he did indeed miss Winston a little.

(End of this chapter)