Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 17 [Liquid Gold]

Dinner was eaten at the family estate.

Compared to the lunch, the dinner is much more sumptuous.

The main purpose is to reward people who have worked hard all day.

Carlos also had dinner with me, but I didn't have time to chat with him in the afternoon.

So Ethan invites him to dinner.

Carlos agreed.

"Carlos, try this grilled veal steak. It's a unique craft that you can't find anywhere else."

Ethan called out to Carlos.

The steak was naturally fried by Anya. Ethan has not hired a new chef yet, and Anya's cooking skills are really good.

Carlos took a big bite out of courtesy, then began to chew it with great enjoyment.

"Do you know why I kept you here, Carlos?"

"Money loaf." Carlos said, raising the glass in front of him and taking a sip.

I have to say that Carlos is indeed a smart man. No wonder he left Winster in such a miserable state and finally became the first mate of a large mail ship.

"You should have heard that I took it back to the dock." Ethan also raised his glass and saluted him.

Carlos nodded.

He had heard the news in the afternoon.

He really admired this young man.

His methods of action are ruthless and decisive, combining both movement and stillness.

Every move is unpredictable and deadly.

He was a little dazed for a moment. Was this the same child he saw on the boat two days ago, who looked like a drowned puppy?
What was before him now was clearly a lion that was beginning to show its edge.

What force makes a person change so quickly?

Perhaps suffering does have its power.

In fact, it was what Ethan had done in the past two days that made him decide to stay for dinner.

If Ethan was still the drowned man on the boat that day, Carlos would at most show pity to him but would not talk to him about anything.

"Prohibition has begun and people need moonshine," Ethan added.

"So how can I help, Master Ethan?"

"I have the dock, the ship, the wine, the sales channel, and you have the shipping route." Why is Ethan so concerned about Carlos?

Because he knew very well the importance of the large mail ship Poseidon where Carlos was.

Not to mention that the ship's carrying capacity was one of the highest in the entire kingdom, the fact that people were still able to drink alcohol on board even after the prohibition showed the depth behind it.

Moreover, this ship travels back and forth between the Old and New Worlds all year round, passing through major cities. The breadth and depth of its routes is also very inspiring.

As the first mate of the ship, Carlos undoubtedly has enormous authority.

Whether you bring the wine in, sell it, or simply drink it on board, there is unlimited room for maneuver.

As for bootleg liquor, even if Ethan didn't hear the conversation between Joan and Fred that day, just based on his understanding of the same type of Prohibition era in his previous life.

Moonshiners are liquid gold, even more precious than gold.

The profits here are unimaginable.

"Master Ethan, actually, you are not the first one to come to me. Someone has already talked to me about this before you."

This did not surprise Ethan.

Carlos possesses considerable power, and Winster has many smart people. "No matter what conditions they offer, I will add 10%." Ethan directly stated his conditions.

"No, Master Ethan, you misunderstood. I'm not saying this to raise the price. What I'm saying is that they've never been within my consideration. My only choice is you." Carlos raised his glass again and said, "Whether it's for Al's favor or for you, Master Ethan, I'm willing to cooperate with you. 50-50."

"Fifty-five." Ethan raised his glass again.

The evening ended successfully.

Ethan finally had time to take a nice bath and relax.

He has not moved into the main house yet and still lives in the detached house next to it.

Immersing myself in the warm bath water Anya had prepared in advance, all my fatigue finally washed away.

Only then did he feel like he had returned to his former self, not the Ethan Porretta who had slaughtered people in the Cabrera family, looked down on everything in the conference room, and planned everything at the funeral.

The experience of these two days and one night seemed unreal to him, and he couldn't help but immerse his head completely in the water.

Like diving deep into the sea.

Then, the living 'Name of the True God' appeared before him again.

At this moment, it has become more solid, even slightly tinged with purple. It slowly wriggles, silently reminding him.

His name is Ethan Porletta.

As he emerged from the water, Ethan quietly looked at the 'Name of the True God' that had not dissipated in front of him, knowing that the past could not be retrieved.

All he can do is continue on this path.

Family and business matters have been dealt with for the time being, and now he can think about the issue of the 'true name of God'.

During the day, when he received visitors, he paid careful attention to each one.

What is certain is that George Evans and Dani Corleone are both real names.

Ethan sensed from them a similar aura to that of Emilio that day.

As for Sandro, the aura on him was too strong. Ethan only took a peek and was able to sense it keenly, so he gave up.

But what is certain is that he is worthy of the title of Saint Row.

However, even though he sensed it, Ethan couldn't control the power in George and Dani like he did with Joan and Fred.

This led him to further infer that Joan and Fred's power came from Alberto, and that real names could be inherited and bestowed.

So it can also be countered.

Besides, there was the feeling he had in the cemetery in the evening, the wriggling of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

In fact, this kind of peristalsis started in the afternoon, after twelve o'clock.

He was still attending a funeral at the time, so he didn't pay much attention.

Now, thinking back, combined with his experience in the cemetery, he suspected that his peristalsis of the 'True God's Name' was triggered by Anya and the others.

That is, when Anya and the others were carrying out his orders, creating violence and killing, or when everyone in the cemetery silently submitted to him, submitted to violence, and lived in violence, the "name of the true God" was catalyzed.

Then think of his 'true name of God'.

The instigator and protector of violence.

How appropriate, how fitting.

It was tailor-made for him.

This also gave him an idea, that is, practicing the meaning of the name of the "true God" itself can elevate it.

While pondering these questions, he felt the 'Name of the True God' move again, and then a dark purple mass fell off from its body and began to circle around the 'Name of the True God' like a satellite.

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