Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 368 [The Bell Tolls]

When the men jumped out, Ethan remained seated on the sofa.

He even picked up his wine glass again and poured himself another glass of red wine.

The moment the wine spilled, the men had already rushed up to Ethan.

They are incredibly fast; any one of them could probably stand alone, but now there are a full eighteen of them.

They really went all out.

The moment the wine was poured, the first military knife was already at Ethan's face.

At that very moment, the bells of the Southern District Cathedral in the capital rang.

This bell wasn't there before; it was added in the last few days to gather believers in the church for prayer.

Vasini had this idea because he had heard that in the Old World, there was also a bell in the cathedral of the Sun God Church called the Sun Bell, which would ring every morning, noon and evening to indicate the rising, peak and dormancy of the sun.

At these three times, followers of the Sun God Cult must set aside everything they are doing to praise the sun.

Vasini has not yet mandated three prayers a day; he has only suggested that people come to the church or pray nearby when they hear the bells.

With the entire South District now under the Martino family's control, the number of people who believe in the Dark Savior is growing.

Moreover, it wasn't just the South District; even in the Port District, some people began to believe in the Dark Savior. The advocate was naturally the first convert in the Port District, Sea King Lockeby.

Two days ago, Lockerbie had privately visited Vasini at the church and prayed before the Dark Savior.

To be honest, Vasini still feels a sense of unreality. Even though his faith in the Lord is unwavering, he is still surprised that even Sea King Lockerbie came to worship.

After all, this was a famous figure in the capital even when he was still a young man.

For a time, he idolized Lockerbie and wanted to become the Sea King of the South.

However, his devotion to the Lord overcame those minor personal emotional fluctuations, and he received Aquaman Lockerbie in the most impeccable manner, regardless of any other identity, simply as a believer.

After the prayer ended, Neptune greeted him respectfully and then said, "Your Excellency Vasini, may I come to pray once a week from now on?"

"Of course, as long as you are devout to the Lord, you can come to pray at any time."

Vasini felt a surge of vanity, being addressed as "Your Excellency" by the Sea King.

But he knew that the reverence was not for him, but for the Lord.

Therefore, he always maintained the demeanor that a divine representative should have.

"Praise be to my Lord."

Lockeby gave a low compliment and then said...

“I also want to develop believers in the port area. Please grant me this authority.”

After thinking for a moment, Vasini gave the oracle he had heard: "Do not blindly believe in anything."

Therefore, when the bell rang, believers not only in the South District but also in the Port District began to pray.

"Did you hear anything?"

Because it's so close to the South District, you can faintly hear the bells even in the Central District.

At this moment, the eldest prince, who was holding a routine meeting in the Kingdom Club, was leisurely reading the Kingdom Deep Observation Report while eating fruit that had just arrived from Storm Island overseas.

Then he suddenly tilted his head, as if he had heard something.

"It's the sound of bells, Your Highness."

Heisenberg replied.

Although Heisenberg had completely messed things up in the last operation, the eldest prince was a kind man after all. He did not blame Heisenberg too much and continued to trust and use him.

"So it was the sound of bells? Where did the bells come from?"

Havenius asked the question while flipping through the newspaper, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

"I heard it was that guy named Vasini who set up an hour and had his bunch of thugs go and worship some kind of Dark Savior. A bunch of bastards from the mud, now they're talking about faith, how ridiculous." White, the eldest son of the Eriman family, sneered and took a bite of fruit.

His family was extremely prominent, and he always looked down on people like this. Even the Sea King Lockerbie was just a dog in their family before.

But because of Lockerbie's betrayal, he now particularly loathes the guys in the mud, so when he hears this topic, he can't help but make sarcastic remarks.

Do thugs have beliefs?

Jonas glanced in the direction from which the bells were coming.

Looking in that direction was the same Mr. 'Scrutiny' who had fallen silent again.

"This is good, this is well written, it's very insightful, it's a very in-depth study of the industrialization of the North District. This Hlosh is a talent, we should recruit him later. I like his editorials, and this newspaper should continue to be published."

The eldest prince suddenly interrupted the discussion.

His mind seems to be on the newspaper.

But everyone knew that wasn't the case.

"It's almost two o'clock, is Ethan dead yet?"

The eldest prince, who had just finished speaking, immediately looked up at the clock on the wall and asked a completely unrelated question.

That's the real problem.

"No one in the capital made a move."

Heisenberg answered first.

“My younger brother did inform the Northern Military Headquarters, but I also have some acquaintances there, so nothing happened.”

Jonas was the second to answer.

“At least Naruf did something in Winston; he wasn’t just loafing around. My men disembarked last night.”

White was the third.

"That means he's dead?"

Havenius asked a question, then nodded while flipping through the newspaper.

"Everyone is cooperating. If he doesn't die, then I'm in the wrong."

"However, Johnson and the others should be fine."

"I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight at my house to celebrate."

The afternoon sun in the capital was still blazing, and the echoes of the bells had faded. No one knew that a life-or-death struggle a thousand miles away was a game of chess played out here.

But who exactly is the one who died?
With a "whoosh," the military dagger that had been pressed against Ethan's face missed its mark.

Ethan was sitting there just a moment ago, but now the chair is completely empty.

Those who were besieging Ethan were stunned for a moment.

Just then, Ethan appeared behind them and kindly reminded them, "Hey, I'm here."

Vincent then took the initiative, letting out a low roar that unleashed a powerful fighting spirit that intimidated the others and seemed to add an extra layer of authority to Ethan.

"First."

He suddenly fired, aiming at the nearest man.

The bullets gushed out with astonishing power.

Even though the man reacted quickly and turned around immediately, he didn't have time to dodge and could only use the military dagger in his hand to block.

But the bullet still slid past the bayonet and pierced his forehead.

One shot, through the skull.

(End of this chapter)