Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 47 [If Wine Could Not Be Wine]

In an underground bar owned by the Evans family.

Palen was having a great time, drinking a lot of wine and kissing women like crazy.

He has been feeling really depressed these days.

It’s not that Velen is targeting him.

To be honest, Velen and Ethan were really nice to him.

In addition to handing over all the Cabrera family's assets, he could do whatever he wanted with his life, and Ethan would also give him a sum of money every month.

He was living even better than before.

What really made him unhappy were the old people from the Cabrera family.

Recently, Velen was seriously injured, and his supervision of the Cabrera family was suddenly relaxed. Many old people immediately came to him, hinting to him explicitly or implicitly that they could turn against the Cabrera family at any time and take back everything of the Cabrera family.

He was really fed up.

I can't even drink properly. I feel annoyed as soon as I sit down.

So he simply changed the place to play today and came to the Evans family's territory.

There were no members of the Cabrera family here, so he wouldn't be disturbed at all.

Just as we were drinking happily, we suddenly heard a noise outside.

Palen's first reaction was that those people from the Cabrera family had come to him, but he quickly realized that this was the Evans family's territory.

"The Prohibition agents are coming, run!"

The woman next to him reacted quickly, guessed it immediately, and stood up and ran.

As soon as he opened the door, he was kicked back.

Then, a "black dog" walked in arrogantly.

"Black dogs" is naturally a derogatory term for Prohibition spies, because they are made to wear black leather jackets all day long and do nothing.

"Put away all the wine and take everyone to the hall."

The 'black dog' glanced around indifferently and gave the order.

Palen secretly cursed his bad luck as he was caught the first time he came out.

It seems that Ethan is still the best.

He drinks on his own turf and nothing ever happens to him.

But Palen was not too scared. After all, he was just drinking. If he was caught, he would just be fined, nothing else would happen.

It's just that we can't have this drink today.

Escorted by the 'black dog', Palen followed a group of people to the hall.

But just as he passed by a private room, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled him in.

Palen didn't have any time to react or resist.

He was practically picked up and thrown onto a sofa.

Then he saw a man.

He was not familiar with this person, but he was not unfamiliar with him either.

I've encountered this several times before in brothels and casinos.

Lewis.

Isn't he dead? Why is he here?
Palen lived a life of drunkenness and dreams every day, and only listened to half of the news outside. He had no idea that Lewis had returned and became a Prohibition agent.

Lewis folded his arms and stared at him with cold eyes.

"Lewis...Inspector, why are you here?"

After being stared at for a long time, Palen felt a little nervous, so he swallowed and spoke.

"I'm here to help you."

Lewis finally spoke.

"What can you help me with?"

Palen was a little confused.

"Help you get everything back from the Cabreya family."

This sentence gave Palen a headache instantly.

Why is everyone trying to get him back? "Don't...don't be ridiculous, Inspector. I'm fine now."

"Captain, call me Captain." Lewis still stared at him intently. "I'm no longer a lawman. I'm a Prohibition agent now. You know what a Prohibition agent is? It means you die however I want you to."

"Captain, I just drank, I didn't do anything else. The most you can do is fine me." Palen's brain was not completely broken.

"I said I'm a Prohibition agent, so I can either exonerate you or leave you dead." Lewis opened a bottle of wine with his alchemical prosthetic limb and instantly crushed the bottle cap.

Palen broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't be nervous, have a drink first and think about it." Lewis poured a glass of wine for Palen and pushed it in front of him.

"I told you I'm here to help you. As long as you want, the Prohibition Agent will stand behind you. Do you really not want to take everything back? Do you really want to be a dog for the rest of your life and be slaughtered by Ethan at will?"

Palen looked at the glass of wine, his eyes darkening.

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After sending Velen back to the tavern, Ethan did not leave.

Because Clay is here.

He and Clay didn't have much interaction these days.

Clay is also busy with business.

Sandro hasn't managed the business himself for a long time. Clay and Emilio are in charge of all the following matters.

Clay was obviously very tired these days. His beard was sparse and he had no time to take care of it.

He didn't consider himself an outsider at all, and just drank by himself in Velen's tavern, having already opened two bottles of wine.

"Clay, what are you doing here?"

Velen seemed to always be at odds with him, especially when he saw him opening his own collection of wine, his expression became even uglier.

"Wow, you're even using a golden cane. That's great, Velen. This looks very valuable." Clay pointed at Velen's golden cane and raised his eyebrows.

Velen ignored him and walked towards the back.

He also knew that Clay wasn't looking for him.

"Ethan, can you give me a hand sometime? This looks pretty good."

Clay turned back to Ethan.

"Wait until your legs are broken."

Ethan said unhappily.

"Forget it, just keep my legs. But I've heard that Velen is a real man..."

Clay began to ramble again.

Ethan raised his hand to interrupt him and asked him to get down to business.

"There's a gathering of True Namers tonight. I'm here to remind you to prepare a set of robes and a mask in advance."

Clay suddenly became serious.

"Why did you only notify me today?" Ethan was puzzled.

"True Name gatherings are always announced at short notice. I only found out about it today."

Ethan nodded.

He just wanted to buy some alchemical artifacts.

"Oh, by the way, I'm exhausted these days. I have to work every day and be on guard against those 'black dogs'. You don't know, they recently hired someone to train a group of dogs. They can come by smelling the scent, even through the house. If only the wine could temporarily not be wine, and then become wine after it is sold, that would be great. I really envy you, Ethan. You scared them all at once, and they didn't even come to check on you..."

"Wait a minute." Ethan suddenly seemed to be reminded.

"what did you just say?"

"I said I envy you and admire you. You scared them all. Why do you want me to compliment you again?"

"No, the previous sentence."

"The previous sentence?"

Ethan didn't need Clay to repeat himself, he had already thought of it.

If wine is not wine yet, it becomes wine only after it is sold...

Isn’t this the grape brick from the previous life?
Why didn't he think of this?
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