Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 24 [Krainger]

After bidding farewell to Clay, his so-called father's friend who grew up with him, Ethan came to the second floor of the castle under the guidance of Emilio.

In a seaside restaurant, Ethan finally met Sandro.

Compared to the last funeral, Sandro was dressed very casually this time. He wore a red thick lace pajamas, looking lazy and noble.

"You're here, Ethan. Come and sit down."

There was no change in his attitude. He was still very cold and calm, just describing the feeling of an event.

Ethan was used to it and walked over to him and sat down.

This is a dining table that is not too long. Ethan is not too far from Sandro, so he can see a lot of the sea view outside the window. I don’t know if it is because the night sky is good tonight, but the iceberg on the sea is particularly clear.

"What do you find me for?"

Dinner was ready. It was simple and not at all like the dinner of a great man like Sandro.

A cod fillet in sauce, two asparagus spears, a glass of red wine, nothing else.

"Respected Mr. Sandro, I haven't had the chance to thank you for everything you have done for our family, so I came here today to express my gratitude." Ethan said as he raised the wine glass on the table.

"Don't thank me too much. It was actually Clay who asked me to come. Your father and I are friends, but we are just friends."

Sandro said as he cut a small piece of cod and put it into his mouth and began to chew.

"No matter what, you've been a great help, so I specially prepared a gift for you." Ethan insisted on thanking him.

"Gift, what gift?" Sandro did not stop eating, he was still chewing.

"It's downstairs. It's a bottle of wine, Mr. Emilio. Could you please get it?"

Most of the gifts Ethan prepared were common things, except for the bottle of wine, which was the latest product of his bootleg distillery and was not available on the market.

It is also a small part of his gift today.

Emilio quickly brought up a bottle of wine.

Ethan poured himself a glass and drank it, then poured another and handed it to Sandro.

Sandro didn't have any reservations and drank it directly. Then he smacked his lips and continued eating the cod fillet, commenting, "It's nothing special. It's just a little bit better than the wine from my winery."

Ethan was not discouraged and continued, "I have reached an agreement with Carlos, the first mate of the Poseidon, and I have his exclusive authorization."

"Carlos is indeed a great man, but the Poseidon is not the only giant ship in the world." Sandro still did not stop chewing the cod fillet.

"I think you misunderstood, Mr. Sandro." Ethan shook his head and said, "Sir, what I want to say is that bootlegging is a huge business. Instead of each of us fighting alone to grab this business and making less money, why don't we unite and expand this business together?"

"We?" Sandro finally stopped eating, put down the knife in his hand and looked at Ethan.

"We." Ethan nodded and began to call out names. "You, me, the Corleone family, the Murridge family, and all your other friends, as long as they want, can join us and share this feast together."

Ethan mentioned many people and many names, but he didn't mention one name: Evans.

Evans family.

Sandro wiped his mouth and finally laughed: "Ethan, I have to say, I admire young people like you. You are decisive and thoughtful. Most importantly, you will take revenge. This is very similar to me when I was young. Now, let's talk about it. We..."

The conversation lasted a full hour, during which Ethan ate a cod fillet and drank a glass of red wine.

It wasn't until Sandro said he was sleepy that Ethan said goodbye and left.

After going downstairs, Ethan saw Clay still reading the newspaper. He was still waiting.

Seeing Ethan coming down, Clay laughed, "Looks like the conversation was quite successful, it lasted that long."

Ethan nodded: "Not bad."

"Let's go to the city and have a drink together. This damn place is too humid. I don't want to stay here for a moment."

Clay closed the newspaper, pinched his cigar, and stood up.

Ethan had no idea where this Clay came from, but he agreed anyway.

So they left the castle together, got on Claus's spear, and headed towards the city.

As soon as they got in the car, Clay put his arm around Ethan's shoulders and stared at him again. "Boy, I never thought you would be the one to save the Pauletta family. Let me take a good look at you. I haven't seen you much before. I just heard from your father that you were studying art in the capital and would become a great painter. So, besides painting, you're also learning how to kill people?"

Ethan looked back at him quietly and said, "Maybe it is true?"

"Ethan, Ethan, you little brat." Clay loosened his arms around Ethan and sighed, "You are really different from your father and your brother. You are very suspicious. You are doubting me, Anya, your name is Anya, right? Tell him what kind of person I, Ernest Crainger, am."

Anya didn't say anything, just drove quietly.

It wasn't until Ethan called out to Anya that Anya spoke up. "Ernest Kreinge is indeed Al's friend. They worked together in the black neighborhood for a while when they were young. Later, Al returned to the family, but Kreinge didn't join. Instead, he joined the then-fledgling Sandro to form the Conti family. He is now the second-in-command of the Conti family."

"No more?" Clay waited for a moment, and when he realized Anya had stopped talking, he asked again, but Anya didn't answer him. "How did you train this girl? I remember this was the knife your father prepared for your eldest brother..."

"I didn't join the Pauletta family because I wanted to build my own career. I... never mind, let's go to the Velen Tavern. You know Velen, right? He knows me."

Ethan nodded in the rearview mirror, and Anya immediately changed the direction of the car and headed towards the Velen Tavern.

Velen's Tavern is not open to the public now because Velen has been extremely busy since he took over the former Cabrera family's business. Today, Ethan was arrested and the Evans family might be raided, so Velen was so busy that he only returned to his nest now. He was about to pour himself a glass of wine to relax when he saw Ethan's car parked outside.

He hurried to open the door, and just as he was about to greet him, he saw a person he really didn't want to see jumped out of the car.

"Clay, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Velen, come on, we're friends too, aren't we?"

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