Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 4 [The Last Question]

“If you want fun, come to Winster!
If you want fine wine, come to Winster!

If you want to enjoy freedom and sea breeze, you should come to Winster!

Winster, oh, the pearl of the North Sea, Isis's favorite..."

The singing was far away, but Ethan could hear it very clearly, every word, every syllable. He could even make out the subtle noise of the accordion player next to the singer.

He also felt that his body had become more flexible and strong. Even in such a cold wind, wearing a not-so-thick dress, he did not feel the cold at all.

He also sensed a large amount of malice, which was as thick as blood in the darkness around him, and was unable to dissolve, yet it was flowing slowly.

These malicious intentions must have come from Joan's men. He had ambushed people outside early on, waiting for Ethan.

It was difficult for Ethan to explain how he was sure that those were malicious intentions, but he just knew that this must have come from the authority of his name.

The instigator and protector of violence.

Since he can induce labor, he can certainly sense it.

"Before you go in, I have one last question for you, Anya."

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The lights of the North Sea Star are as bright as day.

Stepping into the hotel lobby made entirely of pure white marble, Ethan could hear faint melodious music, probably some kind of cocktail party being held in the hotel.

But of course he was not here to attend the cocktail party. The signing ceremony between him and Joan was arranged in a temporary meeting room on the second floor of the hotel.

Led by the attendants, they soon arrived outside the meeting room.

Joan and Fred were already waiting.

Seeing them, Ethan confirmed that the scene he saw in the deep sea was of the two of them.

Joan looked younger, about thirty years old, and more ferocious. The look in his eyes when he looked at Ethan was naked, like a beast ready to devour anyone.

Fred was a bit older, probably in his early fifties, with white hair on his head. His eyes were gentler, and he called Ethan: "Master Ethan...long time no see."

That's right, Ethan remembered that Fred was once a member of the Pauletta family and his father's right-hand man.

However, his ambition later grew and he wanted to split the family, so he was marginalized by Alberto.

Unexpectedly, he eventually betrayed his family.

Then it is not surprising that Alberto was attacked and Leonardo's army was wiped out.

There are ghosts.

"Sign the contract now?" Ethan snorted coldly, appearing very anxious.

"Don't worry, young master. Hasn't the representative of the respected Mr. Sandro arrived yet? We have to wait for him to witness it together. Otherwise, you won't feel at ease, right?"

Joan's beard was hard and obvious. As he spoke, he rubbed his beard as if he was scraping it with an iron brush.

Ethan couldn't help but take a step back as if feeling a little uncomfortable, and said with a forced smile, "Yes."

Qiao An nodded with satisfaction, turned around, pushed open the door of the conference room, and walked in first.

The decoration of the conference room is low-key and luxurious, and the details are even somewhat classical. It is completely different from the style outside, but not abrupt.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the wooden meeting table placed in the center. Under the illumination of the dark crystal ceiling, the whole room has an unusually solemn feeling.

Qiao An took the main seat without hesitation and looked at Ethan from a distance: "Young Master, how old are you this year?"

Ethan ignored him and chose to sit directly across from him, closing his eyes to rest. The contract was brought by Sandro's men, because the person who drafted the contract was Sandro's personal lawyer and a well-known figure in Winston, Barrister Duval. He had good relationships with politicians throughout Winston, so the contract he drafted naturally had supreme contractual force.

In fact, the contract, or the spirit of contract, is the cornerstone of the Kingdom of Antust. In the Kingdom of Antust, the effectiveness of the contract is much more useful than Ethan imagined.

If Ethan had only looked through the memories of his previous life, he might have thought that this was the power of civilization.

But now, he had to suspect that there was power behind this, and someone in the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Antustat held the power of the contract.

Therefore, this kind of power is difficult to defy. Even a desperado like Joan has to wait until Ethan signs the contract before killing him.

With his eyes closed, Ethan was actually quietly observing Joan and Fred.

Compared to the previous observation through the screen, Ethan's feeling from this close distance is more real and strong.

He could feel the strong malice and violence from the two people, as if they were ready to engulf him at any time.

But at the same time, he also felt that he could control those auras, at least to isolate them at a certain moment.

But Ethan didn't do that, he just waited.

After a long while, the door of the conference room was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man wearing a stand-up collar windbreaker and a bowler hat walked in.

This person should be Sandro's fourth in command, Emilio.

He was holding a briefcase in his hand and sat down in the middle of the long table.

"Everyone, I think the time for small talk is over, right? So let's get straight to the point?"

Emilio sat down and without a word, he opened his briefcase, took out a stack of carefully bound papers and threw it to Ethan.

Although it was said to be thrown, the pile of papers fell in front of Ethan very smoothly, calmly and silently.

This is enough to show how well Emilio controls his strength and skills.

"Ethan from the Pauletta family, you can take a look at the terms of the contract first. If there is no problem, sign it. The pen is also included."

Emilio placed his hands on the table, open, artificially dividing the positions on both sides of the table, making him look like a real referee.

Ethan picked up the contract and flipped through it casually without looking at it carefully, then picked up the pen to sign.

It was obvious that when Ethan was about to put pen to paper, Joan narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a hungry wolf.

"Let me ask you one more thing. If I sign, I can leave Winster safely, right?"

Ethan asked hesitantly.

"Of course, the respected Mr. Sandro facilitated this truce. He promised that as long as the contract was signed, Ethan of the Pauletta family could leave Winster safely."

Emilio took on the referee's tone.

"Okay." Ethan nodded and began to sign without hesitation.

The smile that was already on Joan's face became more obvious.

It wasn't until Ethan signed and pushed the contract toward Emilio that he relaxed for a moment. That was the tranquility before enjoying the final fruit. Next, it was time to hunt.

"Joan!"

At this moment, for some reason, the boy from the Pauletta family suddenly called his name.

He raised his head subconsciously.

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