Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 93 [Big Shot]

Ethan then tried to explain the real name of the Second Sun.

The result is the same.

He continued to try and changed his real name.

As long as he could understand and translate the real name, it could be reflected in the 'Name of the True God', revealing abilities, as well as... weaknesses.

He finally explained the true name of the God of Destruction.

Useless.

Because although he knew the meaning of his real name, he did not really recognize those ancient characters.

In other words, first of all, one must thoroughly know the true name before being able to reflect and analyze it.

Ethan thought about it.

This time he gave Gustav the known true names of the Law Enforcers and the God of Destruction.

Because his main enemies now are the True Names of the Law Enforcement Officers and the God of Destruction.

Gustav was naturally overjoyed. He couldn't wait to start analyzing it, saying, "I've been trying to restore their pronunciation recently, and I think I've made great progress. Come and listen."

He said, uttering a word casually.

Ethan didn't understand, but judging from the tone, it actually had an extremely obscure and complex feeling.

If he said that he was speaking an ancient language, I'm afraid some people would be fooled.

All I can say is that Gustav is truly a genius among geniuses. As a mortal, he has already stepped into the realm of God.

Ethan thought about it and decided to help him, so he told him the pronunciation of the God of Destruction's thug's real name.

After hearing this, he felt like he had found a treasure and quickly asked Ethan to repeat it several times. He was writing something down quickly in a notebook.

"I understand, I completely understand. So that's how it is. Can you tell me a little more? Anything else?"

Ethan now completely trusted his research ability, so he told him several real names, including the Shadow King and the pronunciation of the ancient creator's real name.

These naturally come from the shadows, and the living flames.

"Give me some time, give me a little more time, next time, next time I will give you a surprising result!"

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at the same time.

In the ruins of San Quanti, under the infinite blue sky.

Two people were floating in the sky, observing the entire city.

One of them was Heisenberg, the Eagle of the Kingdom Defense Bureau who was still seriously injured.

He seemed to have saved his life at this moment.

However, his face was still pale, and he kept coughing while floating in the air, as if he was going to cough up blood in the next second.

As for the person next to him, there was a man whose age was difficult to tell.

He has brilliant blond hair and looks to be in his early twenties, but his eyes reveal the vicissitudes of time.

He was also wearing a Kingdom Security Service uniform similar to Heisenberg's, but the three-headed dragon on his shoulders was golden.

Only generals in the kingdom are qualified to wear it.

"General, this time, it's my incompetence that's causing the failure..."

Even the powerful Heisenberg was as respectful as a student in front of him.

"It's not your fault. I did feel a powerful energy emanating from here. Even if I was there at the time, I might not have been able to stop him."

The young man called the general shook his head slightly.

"You've done well. For the time being, you should return to the capital and recuperate. I will personally stay in the north until we find the man called the King of the North Sea."

"Yes, General." Heisenberg lowered his head. "Let's go. There's nothing to see here. That guy left nothing. We can start rebuilding here. I won't report the S-level incident yet, so don't worry about it. Removing the A-level contamination is still a great achievement for you."

"But General..."

"Don't refuse. Your brothers all died here. If not for yourself, think about them. Let's go."

The two people disappeared in an instant.

However, at the last moment, the general still took a deep look at Saint Quanti.

He always felt that there was something hidden in this city that he had not seen through.

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over the next few days.

Grape bricks are starting to become popular in Winster.

The first grape brick store opened on Poseidon Street, the busiest street in Winster. People didn’t know what it was at first, but when they saw the slogan, they instantly understood everything.

"It is strictly forbidden to leave the grape bricks in water for too long, otherwise they will start to ferment and turn into wine."

Although the aftermath of the moonshine scandal is still there, people have been lacking alcohol for too long. Some people think, wouldn't it be nice if I could just ferment it for a while and taste a little bit of the alcohol?

And apparently, more than one person thought so.

So the grape bricks in this store were almost sold out in less than half a day.

In addition to the shops that are open for business, banquets in Haska and Palen are also being held one after another.

In just the past few days, the trend of grape bricks has swept the circle of young masters, ladies and noble ladies in Winster.

Newspapers also began to heavily advertise grape bricks, claiming that they were healthier than wine, but although they were not wine, they could still offer a similar flavor.

Seeing such newspapers everywhere, the most troubled people were naturally the Prohibition spies.

There was a newspaper like this on Marvin's desk.

The bootlegging craze that they had just suppressed was about to revive again.

"What do you think?"

Marvin pointed at the newspaper.

Eberlin, who was sitting across from him, glanced at him for a few moments before asking another question: "I heard that Mr. Heisenberg has already gone back?"

"Yes." Marvin nodded.

"But one important person stayed?"

"Hey, kid!" This sentence seemed to hit a nerve in Marvin. He grabbed Aberlin by the collar and said, "I'm warning you, never, ever try to disturb that adult. He's not someone you can imagine. I know you're smart and you want to climb the ladder, but in the eyes of those bigwigs, rules are everything. 'Rules are rules. Don't cross them.'"

"Marvin, don't be so excited. Don't worry, I won't do that." Aberlin gestured to Marvin to let go of him, then straightened his wrinkled collar.

"Kid, don't think I'm jealous of you or trying to stop you. I'm doing this for your own good. I'm afraid you'll have a hopeless future." Marvin paused and continued, "Before Heisenberg left, he told me, 'He'd better not make any more mistakes.'"

Hearing this, Aberlin raised his hands as if in surrender.

Marvin threw another document to Aberlin.

"Someone from the Old Continent will be coming over in a couple of days. We've been asked to help keep an eye on things. You're responsible for this."

"Old World, what people? Wait, I'm in charge?"

"What else? The people who came this time are from the Church of the Sun. They said they are here for the Saint Quanti incident. You'd better not make any mistakes."

"Okay, okay, what do they want to do, restart the New World missionary plan?" Aberlin said this, but he was still thinking about that big man in his heart.

If we don't have any contact, it's okay to just leak some information, right?

So, the next day, Clay was arrested.

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