Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 69 [To the Storm]

"I'll take the people there myself."

As soon as these words came out.

It was a done deal.

The second operation is about to begin.

Except for the Murrich family, everyone else is ready to participate.

Haskar was already trembling slightly.

Sandro didn't look at him, but looked at the others and said, "Everyone, you won't fight alone this time."

He said as he passed a letter to the others.

Ethan also took a look. It turned out to be a letter from the True Name Assembly, signed by the King of Winster.

In the letter, he stated that the pollution in Saint Quanti had seriously threatened the safety of the North, and the kingdom had been slow to act. As True Name holders, everyone should step forward to resolve this matter.

He called on everyone to go with him to San Quanti to clean up the pollution. Afterwards, he would give a third-level alchemical artifact or something of equal value as a thank you to everyone who participated.

Judging from this letter, this King of Winster really has a bit of a kingly aura.

"King Winster, as far as I know, is at least a level 4 True Name user. It won't be too dangerous to follow him."

Sandro then added, "As for your stay in San Quanti, I can promise that no one will touch the interests of any of your families."

Finally, he spoke of the punishment for Huskar's cowardice.

Haska will cut its share of future business by half as compensation to the other four companies.

Hearing this, Haska finally couldn't help himself. He said hysterically, "Is there no other way? What if they fail again this time?"

The conference room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at him. Sandro's eyelids drooped slightly, and he said in a low voice: "You'd better pray that they can come back successfully, otherwise, you will have to take the last path, Huska."

"What road?" Haska's voice became hoarse, and his usual charm was gone, looking extremely embarrassed.

"That's the path you had in mind. You lead the entire Murrich family to spread the meme, causing the entire northern part of the kingdom to fall into fear. Wouldn't that draw all eyes to you?"

Sandro even let out a low laugh.

Haska no longer dared to speak, his throat was so dry and hoarse that it seemed to be stuck.

If that were to happen, the Murrich family would...

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"Master, you can't go. The family can't do without you. Let me go. I will fight to the death to bring Master Vincent back!"

After hearing the results of the meeting, Velen was the first to disagree.

For the Pauletta family, Ethan is the absolute heart and totem.

It was he who re-raised the flag of the Porretta family.

This flag must never fall.

"Vellen, you don't understand. I have to go."

Ethan looked at him and shook his head.

It's not just because Vincent is still stuck there.

Today's meeting is no longer just a question of who goes and who doesn't.

This is standing in line.

It is obvious that after this incident, the Murici family will be completely finished no matter what.

And if Ethan doesn't go, he will be marked as the next one.

Because the triangle is the most stable structure.

The fourth corner will be chopped off.

Taking a step back, even if he insisted on sending Velen and Anya, what if they also fell in San Quanti?
Then he will be alone.

This is also a gamble.

But compared to when he was at the entrance of the North Sea Star, whether to get off the bus or leave immediately, his heart was no longer as turbulent. And, he was not completely without a chance of winning.

Aside from the King of Winters, which sounds like a good insurance policy, Ethan's real insurance and reliance is...

'The name of the true God'.

This afternoon, the family member who escaped from San Quantico, before he died, Ethan caught something around him.

To outsiders, there really is nothing.

But in his eyes, he actually saw something.

He saw a black substance like snowflakes rising from the body of that family member and about to dissipate into the air.

And the pitch-black substance was emitting an aura that made the 'Name of the True God' vibrate and resonate continuously.

It was just like the feeling when he touched the family emblem.

So he reached out and caught the dark snowflake.

In an instant, the snowflake melted in his palm, and then was absorbed and swallowed by the 'Name of the True God'.

The 'name of the true God' thus becomes more substantial.

It grew again.

It was something like nourishment.

In other words, perhaps the pollution of San Quantina, which is like a curse and poison to others, is actually the best nourishment for Ethan.

"Vellen, listen to me, guard your home, shrink everything, and wait for me to come back. I will bring everything back."

Ethan patted Velen's shoulder heavily.

Velen took a deep breath and slowly lowered his head.

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"As you expected, Ethan and the others will also set off."

In the large conference room on the third floor of the Prohibition Bureau.

Marvin walked in quickly and looked at Aberlin who was looking at the sea through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sky has darkened and night is approaching.

"pity."

But the first thing Abelin said was "what a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that none of them are truly foolish. Obviously, we have left a way for them to go."

"Black mud, there's always black mud wisdom," Marvin said, then added, "I've got inside information that a special operations team departing from the capital will arrive in Winster in three days to handle the San Quanti incident. Why don't you go out and hide for a while? I'll do my best to protect you and won't let you be transferred."

"Do you know who the leader is?"

"Heisenberg."

"So it was him. I know him. I don't think he would make things difficult for me, because I was acting for the good of the kingdom, and those who died were just those who condoned the crime. They deserved it."

Aberlin waved his hand and then asked.

"By the way, why not put a phonograph here?"

"phonograph?"

"Yes, gramophone, don't you think a beautiful piece of music should be played at a time like this? Ludwig, do you like Ludwig? I like his 'To the Tempest,' thump...thump thump thump!"

As Aberlin spoke, he suddenly began to hum with great enthusiasm, and his eyes, which had been calm until now, became fanatical under his glasses.

His hands moved, and finally he made a motion of drawing open a curtain.

It was as if the entire Winster was the stage he had built, and the people in it were heading towards their final destiny under his choreography.

Go, go, sinners, to the place where you are destined to end up.

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