Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 116 [Black Mud Savior]

It finally rained.

When the time came to seven o'clock in the evening.

A cigarette was also lit in the rain.

The flickering fireworks illuminated Ethan's face.

He was wearing a long, pitch-black trench coat today, black leather gloves, and a bowler hat, a very typical mafia outfit.

He took a long drag on his cigarette.

He actually seldom smokes, but this cigarette actually has more of a memorial meaning.

He stuck the cigarette on the shore of the pier and walked into the rain.

Although it is warm tonight, the rain does not feel like real spring rain. The moment it falls, it becomes very heavy.

It was the water vapor that had been accumulated for the entire winter, being released in a torrential downpour from its solidified form.

The loading of the ship was almost complete. Ramon glanced at the servants who were still slacking off and couldn't help but shout, "Hurry up! If you keep slacking off, you'll all be left in Winster!"

He had the relatives of these people on board, so no one wanted to stay.

After such a roar, the servants' movements became much faster.

But what he didn't notice was that in just that short moment, someone had quietly climbed onto the boat from the other end.

The rain was already pounding on Ramon's face. He snatched an umbrella from the servant beside him and shouted again, "Get going immediately! If you delay your master's business, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

After he spat out the rainwater in his mouth, he hurried into the cabin.

He had to wait on Casar.

This time when we arrive at the cathedral, we can rely entirely on this cardinal in black.

Even his future depends on him, so he would be willing to sell his ass.

Unfortunately, he is too old, and the bishop might not like him.

Five minutes later, the ship finally set sail slowly and sailed out of the port of Winster.

In the cabin, which had been decorated in advance and was extremely comfortable, Cardinal Casar was flipping through the scriptures while waiting for his tea.

Drinking tea and reading scriptures before going to bed every day is a habit he has developed over the years.

Of course, his attention was always outside the porthole.

As he watched the lights of Winster getting farther and farther away, he finally felt relieved.

Actually, it was nothing.

He thought that in a city like Winster, there would not be any masters no matter what. With his strength as a level six True Name user, no one could be his opponent.

Who knew that as soon as he set foot on the land of Winster, he learned a piece of news that Solomon from the Kingdom Security Bureau was also in this city.

Solomon.

It’s a name the cathedral will definitely not forget.

At least one-fifth of the church’s disastrous defeat in the New World was due to this name.

This made Casar always cautious.

Fortunately, everything went well.

Until now, that terrible name had not appeared before him.

At this moment there was a knock on the hatch and Ramon's voice rang out.

Casal actually didn't like this person very much, he was a little too enthusiastic.

However, there is really no one available in the New World, so I'll just take him with me reluctantly.

Besides, he did play a significant role in this incident.

"come in."

Ramon pushed the door open quickly, holding a cup of black tea in his hand.

"Your Excellency, I'm glad to hear that you've worked so hard on board. I've prepared a special cup of black tea for you. I heard you love tea, so I bought this tea from Coras in the central part of the kingdom. Please try it."

He came forward very attentively.

The black tea of ​​Colas is indeed good, and even the powerful and wealthy in the Old World drink it.

"I'm sorry, let it go." Casal nodded and picked up the cup of tea. "You need to pay more attention to that person, don't let anything go wrong."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Bishop. I'll check again shortly. Besides, the Templar Guards you brought are there, so there's no doubt that nothing will go wrong."

"Hmm." Casar finally took a sip of tea and frowned.

"What's the matter, Bishop? Is the tea not to your liking?" Ramon was very nervous.

"There are bedbugs on the boat, heading for that person. Go and deal with it, and don't disturb my sleep."

"Yes."

When Ramon heard this, he did not dare to delay and turned around and left.

Someone actually dared to sneak onto the boat. He simply doesn't know his place.

He himself is a level 2 Sun's True Name, and the Templar Guard guarding the bottom of the cabin is a level 3 Sun's True Name expert.

In addition, all the servants and guards on the ship are armed, so their combat effectiveness is amazing.

If you dare to come on board, you are looking for...

"Da da da da da da-"

Before the word "death" emerged from his mind, a dense roar like that of a typewriter covered his ears.

It also blocked his way.

A Winster typewriter?!
He was startled when he heard the gunshot that sounded like a typewriter.

As far as he knew, only the Poletta family had this kind of gun.

Could it be that Ethan is on board?

"Someone, help me up!"

While hiding behind a thick cabin board, he shouted at his guards and servants to rush over and help him block the bullets.

But the actual situation was that the entrance to the bottom warehouse had been blocked by a man with two guns.

Velen, he was no longer leaning on his golden cane.

He held the Winster typewriter in each hand and stood there, ready to kill anyone who stood in his way.

Anyway, he was covered in bullets, and the bullets were pouring out like heavy rain.

No one can come up at all.

And Ethan has already taken his men downstairs.

Bottom warehouse.

In a huge cage, Vincent, whose body was almost all burned and whose key joints were pierced with cross nails, curled up like a trapped beast.

He heard the gunshot and suddenly opened his eyes.

Even in such a situation, there was not a trace of weakness in his eyes, only violence and indomitable spirit hidden beneath the bloodshot.

There was a smile on his face, but it was a bitter smile.

Because he knew who was coming.

The sound of gunfire was announcing Ethan's arrival.

"This idiot..."

"You are indeed an idiot, seeking death."

At this moment, the tall, bearded man who had been sitting cross-legged beside him, dressed as an ascetic, opened his eyes and responded to Vincent's words.

"It smells like the same stinky sewer as you..."

"mouse."

He spat out these two words, then suddenly opened his arms and shouted towards the entrance: "Holy Light, penetrate all darkness and filth!"

The next moment, strong light filled the entire dark warehouse and also illuminated the entrance.

There, there was a man and a woman, wearing black windbreakers, each holding an exquisite pistol, one black and one white, like the savior of the black mud, rushing towards him!

The bullets are already roaring.

(End of this chapter)