Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 199 [Words at the Grave]

Before the arrival of the kingdom's airborne archon.

Winster's Soul Ferry Festival has begun.

It is a festival of revelry, but also a time of mourning.

People sang and danced in the streets, but also shed tears over their wine.

Ethan delivered a eulogy at the Ferryman's Festival and also showcased his latest work.

"Winster's Rain".

This painting naturally depicts the heavy rain that the people of Winster will never forget.

The content of the painting did not contain any overly bloody or cruel scenes. Ethan painted an empty city where it was raining continuously, with no one in it.

But this painting alone is enough to evoke the pain in people's hearts.

The pent-up emotions were triggered.

But Ethan had already disappeared off the stage.

When the whole city was immersed in the two extreme emotions of joy and sadness, Ethan had already sat on Klaus's spear and left the city.

His destination was the cemetery in the northeast of the city.

Today, he also wants to pay tribute to a few people.

Anya's car was not driving fast and her emotions were not fluctuating.

And only when she saw Ethan's face in the rearview mirror out of the corner of her eye did her expression soften a little.

"Anya, how long have we known each other?"

Anya was stunned when she heard this question. If you really want to count, the first time she met Ethan was a long time ago.

They were still children at that time.

Ethan stood in the crowd like a proud little rooster, making people afraid to approach him.

Ethan like that seemed distant to Anya.

Later, when I grew up, I heard that Ethan had been admitted to the royal capital and was studying art. I could only see him once a year at the family gathering. Apart from thinking that Ethan was too handsome, there was nothing else I could think of.

Ethan really became clear in Anya's heart when she picked him up from the cruise ship.

At first, he was as helpless as a quail fallen into the water.

Anya looked down on him at that time.

But later, he quickly changed everything, and the feeling in Anya's heart was completely different.

Until now, he was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at everything outside the window as if bored.

In fact, that was all his territory.

"It's been almost a year."

Anya said softly.

Yes.

Almost a year.

Ethan looked at Anya's face. She seemed still young, and still as cold and silent as when they first met.

But the hardships, dangers and tribulations of these days have worn away the last bit of her innocence.

Ethan couldn't help but reach out and gently hold Anya's hand.

They had come here together.

The two of them, from their initial escape under the moonlight, walked together to the top of the black mud.

"Anya."

"Yes, Master, I'm here."

The two people didn't speak again.

The car finally arrived at the cemetery.

Ethan suggested that they go together to pay tribute to Alberto.

Ethan hadn't been here much since Alberto's burial.

He knew Anya had deep feelings for Alberto, so he took her with him.

After taking the prepared offerings, the two came to Alberto's grave.

Because of the daily maintenance by family members, Alberto's grave appeared very clean, without even a single extra weed. The offerings were placed one by one in front of Alberto's grave, and the two of them looked at the grave in silence.

Ethan didn't know what to say to this father whom he had only met once.

And Anya may have said a lot in her heart.

In fact, at the end, her eyes seemed to be slightly red.

Then she said, "Master, I'll wait for you outside."

Just left.

The reason she said this was actually because she knew that Ethan came today not just to commemorate Alberto.

Ethan also came for the other two people.

Clay, and... Sandro.

After Clay died, Ethan buried him next to Alberto.

In fact, theoretically it is not possible, because Clay is not a member of the Poletta family after all, but to be honest, he and Alberto are closer than brothers.

For the sake of the Pauletta family and Alberto's descendants, he could even commit suicide.

So he has the right to lie here.

In fact, after killing Sandro's real body, Ethan came here once and buried the brass knuckles belonging to Clay back in his grave to keep him company.

Today’s meaning is different.

Today, Sandro is also buried here.

To be more specific, Sandro was officially buried here two days ago.

The entire process was handled very secretly and few people knew about it. Even the person in charge of the burial was not quite sure who was being buried.

Even his real name is not written on his tombstone.

Ethan only uses the letter S to refer to this former Winchester Saint.

As for his epitaph, Ethan used these words: Here lies a true human being.

He thought Sandro would like this sentence.

Looking at the three graves in a row in front of him, Ethan finally couldn't help but tell Alberto's grave everything he had done.

Just as he had promised at Alberto's funeral.

He kept the family on the golden path, enough for Alberto's spirit in heaven to be illuminated.

He also took good care of his siblings, relatives and friends, keeping the bloodline flowing.

He also gave everything for his family.

He did it all.

"Father, you can truly rest in peace now."

Ethan poured Alberto a glass of wine.

Then he poured Clay another drink.

"Clay, you can rest in peace now. Your revenge has been taken, and I have brought your enemy before you. If you really meet in the underworld, you might as well fight again."

Finally, there is Sandro.

Ethan poured him a glass as well and even clinked glasses with him.

His relationship with Sandro can only be described as very complicated.

They are rivals, enemies, and partners.

But in the end, until the moment before Sandro's actual death, they seemed to become friends again.

Otherwise, Ethan wouldn't have buried him in Winster, next to Alberto and Clay.

Ethan drank the glass of wine in his hand and said, "Sandro, our grudges are now written off. I hope that in your next life, you can truly live as a human."

It was at this time that brilliant fireworks suddenly rose in the city. Under the bright sunshine, the fireworks appeared particularly faint and gorgeous.

This is daytime fireworks.

It is also the beginning of diluting everything.

Ethan looked up at the fireworks. Unconsciously, the family emblem on his left hand, which was wrapped in black mud and thorns, had blossomed into a gorgeous rose at this moment.

(End of Volume 1)
(End of this chapter)