Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 28 [God of Destruction]

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether George kisses Ethan’s ring or not.

When he rushed to the Pauletta family's estate and walked in alone, the matter had already been settled.

The only result people knew was that the Evans family lost to the Pauletta family.

Also, don't mess with the Pauletta family, otherwise, you will end up in a terrible situation.

George is the best proof of this.

After seeing George off, Ethan didn't fall asleep.

He was summarizing and reviewing everything that had happened in the past few days.

It was indeed a spur-of-the-moment idea that he proposed to George to take over the factory, not because he was really interested in any handicrafts. Instead, after discussing it with Anya, he and Anya agreed that the factory was ostensibly for processing handicrafts, but in fact it was definitely used to produce bootleg liquor.

Because it was launched at the wrong time.

In recent times, the most profitable business is bootlegging. The Evans family is not a charity, so they can't spend so much money and time on something that has no profit.

It can be seen from George's reaction later that their inference was correct.

This is a good business.

Even if there is a bootleg distillery under the Beauty Bay, its scale is destined to be too small. Even if it can barely cope with the current situation, it will be difficult to supply in the future.

To build a new illegal liquor factory, not only does it require huge financial investment, but it also requires troublesome things like site selection, various procedures, and concealment methods.

Now, George directly sent him a place with complete formalities and even hired people.

George is a good man.

After thinking for a while, Ethan called Sandro again and briefly explained his idea of ​​getting the Evans family to join the business.

In response, Sandro simply said that the business was proposed by Ethan and he could do whatever he wanted.

Sandro is an old fox.

Ethan couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The night was long and Ethan had no desire to sleep.

So he asked Anya to make another pot of tea and began to test his latest ability.

Yes, it was in the interrogation room of the police station that I suddenly realized that I could use words to provoke violence from others.

This is definitely a new direction. If it can be used skillfully enough and the power of the ability is enhanced, in the future, a single sentence may be enough to destroy an entire army.

But Anya was obviously not cooperative enough.

I don't know if it's because her will is too strong or her loyalty to Ethan is too high, no matter how Ethan uses words to motivate her, it's ineffective.

Just when he was about to find a few other men to try, he suddenly felt an extremely fierce malicious force approaching.

He immediately took out his pistol and aimed it at the balcony.

That's where the malice comes from.

Anya didn't even need Ethan to tell her and pulled out her gun.

silence.

One minute.

The balcony door opened and a figure rushed in.

Just as Ethan was about to pull the trigger, the man spoke, his voice strange yet familiar.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, it's me, it's me, your Uncle Clay, good boy, you are so sharp."

It's Craenger.

He was still dressed in a shirt and suspenders, not afraid of the cold at all. Instead, he looked full of energy.

"Clay, why are you here?"

Ethan put away his gun. "You forgot, I told you last night that I would bring you the Truth."

Clay said as he pulled out a rolled up newspaper from his pocket and waved it towards Ethan.

"Close the door, and remember to go through the main door next time." Ethan said angrily.

"Next time, for sure." Clay walked over with a chuckle, then clapped his hands as if remembering something. "By the way, kid, you're amazing! You actually managed to get George to come home and admit his mistake to you. Even your father couldn't do that. If he knew, he'd be so happy he'd crawl out of his grave."

Speaking of graves, he was silent for a moment.

"I've already laid flowers on his grave today."

"It spread so quickly outside?" Ethan was a little surprised.

"Not only is the news spreading quickly, but everyone has been staring at George since last night. Now he's become the biggest joke in the Winchester underground world."

Clay laughed, but Ethan reached out to him, asking for the newspaper.

That was an expected result, so he didn't care.

Clay was a little disappointed and gave the newspaper to Ethan.

The report of truth.

Unlike ordinary newspapers, Ethan felt something strange just by looking at the words on this newspaper. The words on the newspaper seemed to be alive, twisting gently.

"Anya, come and watch it with us."

"Can she understand it?" Clay said, a little puzzled. Then he said, "That's not what I meant. This newspaper is only visible to those with real names. To the average person, it's just a blank piece of paper."

"She is already a True Name."

"Really? How come I didn't sense it? The aura is hidden so well?" Clay looked at Anya with some confusion.

Anya ignored him and just read the newspaper.

"Who publishes this newspaper?"

"The Eye of Truth. Look, that's the mark." Clay said, pointing to a vertical, wide-open eye next to the words "The Eye of Truth" on the newspaper.

The design of this eye is very ancient, with an artistic style from three centuries ago.

Ethan made a judgment based on his previous life experience.

If you stare at those eyes for a while, you will feel dizzy and feel as if they are also peeping at you.

"Don't stare at it for too long. It will also stare at you. It's not a good thing to be stared at by the Eye of Truth." Clay covered the eye directly.

"The Eye of Truth is a secret society?"

"Yes, it's also a real name type." Clay said, turning to the second page. There was nothing else on this page, only a large list of real names.

"This is the type of true name that has been discovered and known throughout the world."

Ethan roughly counted and found that there were fifteen kinds in total.

The Eye of Truth was ranked fifth. Its first real name was the Stern Observer, followed by a string of twisted, worm-like words that Ethan could not understand at all.

Just looking at this string of words, Ethan already felt very uncomfortable, but faintly, he felt his "name of the true God" trembling, as if it had resonated with him.

"Is this the ancient language?"

"Not bad." Clay nodded, then his fingers slid down until they reached the second row from the back, then he stopped and said.

"That's our real name type."

It was named: God of Destruction.

The first real name listed is the user of violence, that is, the thug, followed by the integrator of violence, the leader, but the third real name is missing. There is only a common word "Saints Row", but it is questionable.

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