Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 13 [Alberto's Funeral]

The meeting of the leaders of the Pauleta family chaired by Ethan finally ended successfully.

All the leaders present at the meeting pledged their loyalty to him, but some still did not show up.

When Alberto was in power, he had six chiefs under him, among whom Fred had rebelled and died, and of the remaining five, two did not come.

These two people are Tony, who is in charge of the family's smuggling and maritime fishing business and has his base in the dock area; and Francis, who is in charge of the family's hotel business.

Ethan didn't say much about this. He just announced to everyone when the meeting was over: "My father passed away last night. I will hold his funeral tomorrow. I hope everyone can come and see him off."

Upon hearing the news, everyone expressed grief.

This emotion is not fake. Those who can stand in the conference room are basically people who have followed Alberto for a long time and are loyal to him, so they must have feelings.

The most exaggerated one was the active financial director Eugenides. He burst into tears and covered his face with his hands while crying. He did not stand up from his chair until most of the others had left.

But he didn't leave. After wiping his face, he walked up to Ethan and said respectfully, "Sir..."

"No need to be so formal." Ethan waved his hand.

Eugenides' eyes flashed with joy, and he whispered, "Master... I have some gossip. Tony is said to have been flirting with the Evans family the day before yesterday. The Evans family has never had much influence on the docks. As for Francis, many of his businesses are already connected to the Corleone family. I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his words, it was more like a reminder.

Ethan smiled and said, "I will take this information seriously. Thank you, Eugenides. Go back and rest. Come back early tomorrow."

After Eugenides left, the conference room suddenly became deserted. Only Ethan, Anya, Veron, and the numb-looking Palen were left.

"Master, what are you going to do with Tony and Francis?"

As Velen spoke, the smell of blood on his body became stronger.

What he meant was actually very simple.

Ethan shook his head and said, "Enough people have died these days, Velen, and my father always said that everyone should have a chance."

Velen nodded, feeling a little depressed.

Ethan didn't go to see him immediately. Instead, he stood up, came behind Palen, and patted his shoulder. Palen was so excited that he almost jumped up, but Ethan held him down.

"Palen, you look very tired. It's obvious that you are temporarily unable to manage your family's business. Why don't you let Velen take care of it for you?"

Palen nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course, it's your property now. You can give it to anyone you want."

Velen took a deep breath.

He retired to the second line early, and although he had been diligently helping Alberto train talents and become a good knife, he might have had the idea of ​​taking the lead in his heart.

"Velen, thank you for your hard work in the future." Ethan looked at him.

"Thank you, young master." Velen was speechless.

Ethan turned to Anya and said, "Anya, go publish my father's obituary and give some money to the newspapers you know in the city. My father's death shouldn't be ordinary. After all, he was such a generous and great man."

The last sentence was said by the first mate Carlos.

If there was a funeral, would he come?
The ship just arrived yesterday, so he should still be staying in Winster.

The meeting was over, and Velen took Palen away. From now on, he will live under Velen's surveillance.

Anya drove Ethan away from Beihai Street.

However, their destination was not the villa in the eastern suburbs. Because they were going to hold a funeral, they naturally had to buy a coffin and choose a cemetery.

Ethan planned to do all of this in person.

Even though he really had no feelings for Alberto in his heart, he inherited the Porretta family and this body after all.

He is now Ethan Porletta.

His last name was Pauletta, and naturally he remembered something Alberto had said to his predecessor.

Family is family.

Sitting in the car, Ethan didn't feel tired at all. Even though he only slept for three or four hours last night, he was still very excited.

That was partly due to the things he was doing, each of which was so nerve-wracking and exciting.

The other half was the aftermath of him killing Fred.

Just like after killing Joan, the moment he killed Fred, he also felt a strong force surging into his body.

He now has a basic inference, that is, killing other True Name holders can plunder the power of their True Names. The closer the names are, the more benefits seem to be.

Of course, this is based on current inferences. After all, he has not killed any other True Name users.

With the experience from last time, this time Ethan was not completely drunk by the shock and sank into the deep sea.

But the tipsiness still exists.

This slight intoxication even lasted until this morning. His performance in the conference room was half intentional and half an uncontrollable performance under the power of his true name.

Fortunately, it was perfect, just a little bit exciting.

Currently, his 'name of the true God' is becoming more and more powerful, and it seems to be overflowing.

Then, he had a vague idea, which was whether he could share or bestow the extra 'Name of the True God' on others.

This idea comes from the "Name of the True God" itself. Since he is already a god, it is normal for him to have several divine servants, right?
Moreover, the power of the true name in this world seems to be able to be shared or inherited.

At least, judging from Anya's narration, Alberto's real name probably came from the previous generation, that is, his grandfather.

There is still too little information.

The knowledge of true names in this world is hidden, and there is no way to obtain a sufficiently complete knowledge.

They were busy all afternoon. Fortunately, the Pauletta family had a great influence in Winchester and had money to pave the way. By the sunset, Alberto had restored his most majestic appearance in his lifetime with the help of the hired undertaker, and lay safely in the oak coffin.

The mourning hall was also set up. After Velen went home to take a shower, he brought people to control the entire manor.

The Pauleta family estate, which was deserted yesterday, is now brightly lit and full of people tonight.

Ethan stood beside the coffin for a long time, looking at Alberto's face, until Anya came over and called him, and then he came to his senses.

"Master, dinner is ready. Please go and have some food and rest early."

Ethan nodded.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is the big event.

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(End of this chapter)