Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 8 [Bad Times]

Anya spoke slowly and even her tone became completely different.

Ethan could tell that she was just repeating what others had said.

It is most likely what his father Alberto said.

Ethan didn't interrupt her and listened quietly.

"A true name is an ethereal existence. The Old World generally believes that a true name comes from the grace of the gods, a descent of divine power and a gift of authority. However, the New World believes that a true name comes from everything. A true name is the manifestation and embodiment of the truth of the world. My true name is just like that."

Anya paused here and explained.

"I am Al, and this is what Al told me."

"So what's my father's real name?"

Ethan's real name seems to be a combination of two statements. His real name does come from God, or it can be said that he is God himself.

At the same time, his authority is indeed the embodiment of the truth of the world.

Anya said something in an extremely complex tone, but Ethan didn't understand. Anya immediately changed the words Ethan could understand and said, "Translated into the common language, it means the violent unifier, that is, the leader."

"What about Joan and the others? Are they also leaders?"

"I don't know about Joan, but Fred used to be a thug, a user of violence, which means..."

Anya recited another sentence in that complex tone.

"So it sounds like thugs are one level lower than leaders?"

"good."

"So what's the real name above the leader?"

"It is said that it is the Saints Row." This time Anya did not use that complicated tone to pronounce the real name of the Saints Row.

It should be, but this is just his father Alberto's guess.

Saints Row, Sandro?
"Why would my father tell you this?"

It couldn't be that Ethan had anticipated this day and would ask the question.

"Al thinks I have a chance to become a True Namer and see the truth of the world..."

As Anya spoke, her tone changed again, returning to the tone of her previous narration.

"Anya, you are a very simple person, with only one thing on your mind. That's good. My grandfather was just like that. He walked through the black mud and thorns wholeheartedly, and that's how the Poletta family was born. Don't change yourself. One day in the future, if you hear a voice calling you, you will see the truth of the world and achieve your true name."

Anya said nothing more, and it was obvious that that was all Alberto had to say.

Judging from these words, the acquisition of a real name is really mysterious, but Alberto said that his grandfather obtained his real name in this way, but he did not mention himself.

Combined with what Emilio said when he killed Joan tonight, Ethan could infer that the real name seemed to be inherited.

The conversation ended here, and the car drove through the carnival night and finally stopped in front of a residential area.

This is the South District of Winster, a residential area for the middle class in the city. Cabrera has only been rising for a few years and is not yet completely prosperous. He cannot buy a villa in the East District like the Pauletta family. The money he has earned over the years is just enough to buy a detached house with a garden in the South District.

The single-family house was now lying in the darkness like a crouching beast.

After all, the South District was just a gathering place for the middle class, and the street lights were not well maintained. The nearby street lights were all broken and no one was repairing them. It was pitch black, and Ethan and his friends' car was hidden in it.

The only light came from Cabrera's house. There was some dim light at the door, I don't know if it was a lantern, but I could see someone guarding the door with a gun, and the door was sealed with an iron chain to prevent cars from entering or leaving.

Ethan could sense the flickering malevolence in the darkness; it was clear the place was heavily guarded. And within this malevolence, there was a force as glaring as a firefly in the dark night: it was Fred.

Ethan sensed it very clearly, more clearly than before on the North Sea Star. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have become stronger.

same moment.

In the Cabrera family's single-family house.

living room.

The headlights were deliberately not turned on, and a tired-looking man at a table was smoking in front of several lanterns.

At this time, a man walked out of the darkness and sat at the second seat. He looked at the drunken young man sitting at the main seat and said, "The latest news is that he will meet with all the family leaders at the Boleta Company tomorrow."

Upon hearing this news, the young man, who had been holding his breath, completely relaxed and laughed. "So, nothing will happen tonight, right, Fred?"

"That's the theory. Even if he killed Qiao An, he had never been involved in the family business before, so he doesn't have that many people to use. Even if he has a meeting tomorrow, there may not be many people going. I'll make a few more calls. Things are not too bad yet."

Fred sat in the darkness, not sure whether to comfort the young man or himself.

"That's great, Fred. It's great to have you here. Really. Otherwise, I really don't know what I would do."

The young man was of course Joan's only brother, Palen.

In fact, more than an hour ago, he was drinking in a bar with a few new sluts from Great Lake City, and was still thinking about how to eat them tonight.

As a result, a phone call almost made him wet his pants.

His brother died.

For a moment, he wanted to die. He knew too well how many dirty things he had done. Now that his brother was dead, he didn't even dare to think about how his enemies would deal with him.

He returned to his home in the South District almost in a daze, and drank three glasses of gin before he could barely sit here and smoke.

Fortunately, there is Fred.

The man my brother trusts the most.

He brought a large group of gunmen and guarded his home like a castle.

"Listen, Palen, you have to cheer up. Now is the most critical moment. Stop drinking and go wash your face. I'm going to make a few calls, and then we have to talk about tomorrow's succession ceremony. You must take over everything from your brother as soon as possible, and then we will launch a counterattack."

"No, Fred, please let me go, just let me go for now, okay? My mind is in a mess right now. I need to have a drink and then have a good sleep. Tomorrow, we'll talk again. You also said that the guy has no power, and it will take him a long time to gather strength."

Paren covered his head and begged.

"Okay, go to bed and we'll talk tomorrow, but you can't drink tomorrow."

Fred was somewhat helpless. He waved his hand and asked someone to take Palen to rest. He then stood up and prepared to make a phone call.

But the moment he stood up, he always felt something was wrong. He walked to the window with some uneasiness and looked out.

It was pitch black outside the window, nothing was there.

It must be an illusion.

Ethan must have been forced into a corner to kill Joan suddenly. He definitely didn't have the courage to launch an attack tonight, right?

“It’s a terrible time.”

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