Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 27 [George's Third Drum Tom]

Ethan slept for a long time, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

After a quick wash, Ethan was about to have dinner when Anya came to report that someone wanted to see him.

"It's someone from the Evans family. They came this morning and said George wanted to invite you to dinner."

"And, Master, while you were sleeping, George went to visit Sandro."

"The results of it?"

"Sandro didn't see him."

"Sandro is a good man." Ethan laughed and said, "Let the Evans family go back. I won't go. And tell him to tell George that the ship of the New World has already set sail. Those who run slowly will not have a place."

"Yes, Master."

Anya took the order and left, but she came back soon.

Dinner tonight is a thick chicken soup and a bowl of seafood rice.

Anya is not only capable at work, but also takes care of every detail in life.

She knew Ethan had stayed up all night last night and needed a bowl of chicken soup to warm his body.

After Ethan took a sip with great enjoyment and was about to eat, Anya couldn't help but ask a question.

"Master, should I go inform Velen and the other major bosses to be on alert again?"

"Are you worried that George might do something desperate?"

Anya nodded.

"Don't worry, Anya, he wouldn't dare." Ethan shook his head and put a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

Anya was still a little confused and uneasy.

"In the far east." Ethan swallowed his food and nodded with satisfaction. Anya's cooking skills were as good as ever.

"There's a saying that on the battlefield, when the first drum beats, soldiers will charge with courage and be invincible. But if they wait until the second drum beats, their morale will be exhausted. By the third drum beat, they'll have no morale at all. This is George's third drum beat, and he's completely demoralized. When he learns that Sandro is completely on my side, the only thing he can do is beg for mercy."

"But you clearly told him there was no place for him on board."

"So I told him to run faster."

Ethan laughed and ate his paella even more happily.

In the end, George never got to see Ethan in the most luxurious private room of the North Sea Star. He only got that sentence.

That sentence made his face turn pale, and made his men unable to help but smash a bottle of good wine.

"Edowin..." He called his men's names.

"Yes, George."

"Prepare the car."

"Yes, Boss, do you want me to notify all the leaders right now and prepare for war..."

Before he could finish his words, George interrupted him.

"What war? You idiot, I told you to prepare a car to take me to the Pauletta family's estate."

"But I already told you..." "I told you to run faster, don't you understand?!"

George was going crazy. Why were his men such idiots?

George drove his men as fast as lightning and finally arrived at the gate of the Pauletta family's manor in the shortest time.

When Anya really saw George at the door, she was a little surprised, but only a little. After all, the young master had done so many magical things, so this one was not a big deal.

After searching George and confirming that he was unarmed, Anya took him to the living room alone.

Ethan had finished dinner at this time and was drinking a cup of tea while flipping through the newspapers of the past two days.

"Oh, George, you're here. It's a little sooner than I thought. But I've been very busy lately and haven't slept much. I've been catching up on sleep these past two days, so you only have half an hour."

"Ethan, I'm here to apologize to you."

Ethan didn't get up from the calfskin sofa, nor did he invite George to sit down, so he could only stand there a little awkwardly, waving his hands.

"Apologize? George, have you done anything to apologize to me? How come I don't know?"

Ethan feigned confusion.

“I was the one who ordered Lewis’s matter. I’m sorry, but I will deal with him and make sure you are satisfied.”

"That's your business, George, not mine."

"Of course, this is what I should do. As for your compensation, I heard that you are starting a business recently, and I just got a piece of land in the southern suburbs. I will give it to you, which can be used to build a factory." George spoke very carefully, weighing every word, and kept looking at Ethan while speaking. He could almost be described as humble.

"George, oh, we're friends. How can I just take away the land you worked so hard to get? But I'm actually starting a business recently, and..." Ethan rubbed his eyebrows, then nodded to the newspaper in his hand, "I saw in the newspaper that in addition to acquiring a piece of land in the southern suburbs, you also built a new factory to process various shells and fish bones from the North Sea to make handicrafts. I'm very interested. Why don't you rent it to me? I also want workers, and I can pay you the money at once."

"Ethan, we are friends. If you want it, I will give it to you directly. Don't refuse me. Your father and I are also good friends. He just passed away, and I should help his son." George tried hard to force a smile to make his words sound natural and willing enough.

"George, George, oh, it seems I have always misunderstood you. You are my true friend." Ethan put down the newspaper in his hand, sat up straight, raised his left hand with the emblem, and revealed the ring on his ring finger. "Then I forgive you."

Watching Ethan's actions, George felt extremely familiar with them. This was the action he usually did to others.

He is the one who forgives others.

When he forgives someone, that person needs to walk over slowly, bow his head, and kiss his ring, like a jackal submitting to a lion.

This time, it's his turn.

George took a deep breath, and his whole body was shaking.

He looked at the young man sitting on the sofa. He was so young that in the dim light, his youth was dazzling.

In the past, he simply looked down upon such young people. He thought that such people were young, impulsive, and not worth mentioning. But now, he only had one feeling, that is, am I really old?
He slowly moved his body and walked in front of Ethan step by step.

When he lowered his head and tremblingly tried to kiss the ring wrapped in black mud and thorns.

Ethan suddenly stood up and hugged him.

"George, George, my friend, what are you doing? I was just joking with you. How could you really do such a thing? If this gets out, how can I face the other elders?"

"It's just a joke, don't take it too seriously, okay?"

Ethan patted his shoulder.

George was stiff and cold.

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