Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 330: The Boiling Era

Compared to the bustling heat of the Port District, as if there were a sun that would never set shining down.

The South District seemed overly tranquil.

Without the support of Sea King Lockeby, the former alliance went silent.

They completely dared not step out of Little Ibia.

Had it not been for the aid from Sea King Lockeby’s side, I’m afraid someone would have starved in Little Ibia by now.

Vasini did not make many moves regarding this situation.

On one hand, there are people currently watching over Little Ibia.

The people of the Kingdom Defense Bureau’s second division haven’t left, and the Security Bureau has chosen to remain neutral.

Of course, this is only a minor part.

The real reason lies in the directives of God, who says not to take any actions for now.

God is never wrong.

So, just follow God’s will and act accordingly.

In these few days, he continued to consolidate his power and took care of various businesses.

Especially the private distillery.

The first profits from the private distillery had already been generated. After that batch of private liquor was smuggled out of the Royal Capital, the Northern Merchant Palon brought the first dividends.

A full one million Golden Rye.

This was an unimaginable fortune in the past. Previously, how much protection money and dirty work did they have to do to earn such a profit?

Even adding it all up over a year might not amount to that.

And that’s if they were a large family.

Those small families actually struggled to survive.

No wonder everyone wants to smuggle liquor; the profit is simply astonishing.

With this money, he can not only arm his personal guards but also improve the lives of his subordinates.

Why was the South District the slums of the Royal Capital? No one cared about its ownership before.

It’s because it was too poor.

With money, many things would change.

For example, faith in the Lord.

Everyone would only become increasingly determined.

So for the first sum of money, Vasini prioritized the most devout followers.

Valentino was his best deputy. When it came to money, distribution, he didn’t need to worry at all.

The key point was, Valentino had nothing else, except his ’daughter.’

This meant Valentino would have no other thoughts. He would be objective and fair.

After entrusting matters to Valentino, Vasini stepped out of the Sanctuary again, and a new guest arrived in his small room.

This new guest seemed much more at ease than the previous two, sitting alone on the newly bought sofa, eating the slightly hot meat soup while observing the old resident beside him, Marcel.

"Looks like you’re adapting well, Mr. Depp."

Vasini looked at this handsome, dashingly-mannered man and smiled.

He was already used to the Divine Envoy sending various people, as this was his duty: to handle the mundane chores for God.

Even if the name of the man before him was the same as the one stirring up the entire Port District.

"Hey, stop looking at me like that. Aren’t you hungry? Have some."

The man called Depp nodded toward Marcel and said.

"I’m... not very hungry." Marcel appeared somewhat frightened.

He still seemed unable to adapt to the current life. Initially, he was okay alone, but the arrival of a stranger made him feel insecure.

"Hey, Marcel, do you know who I am?"

Depp suddenly called Marcel’s name.

Marcel grew even more nervous. How could this man know his name?

"I am Johnny Blackbird, the man of West."

When he stated his identity, not only Marcel was taken aback, but even Vasini was also stunned.

This person was the legendary Johnny Blackbird?

A figure who had completely stirred the Royal Capital’s turmoil in the past half year?

"I’m here to save you. Soon, you’ll be completely safe."

Johnny Blackbird said as he took another sip of the meat soup.

"I must say, this soup tastes good. Can we have the same thing tomorrow?"

"Of course, no problem, Sir Johnny Blackbird."

Vasini respected people like Johnny Blackbird. When he was younger, he dreamed of such a life—roaming around, upholding justice.

Therefore, he went to sea when he was young and adventured on the sea for several years.

Unfortunately, in the end, he returned to inherit the family business.

He’s quite satisfied with his current life, especially gaining the attention of the divine.

But he couldn’t forget his former dreams.

"Can I... really leave?"

Marcel asked again.

"Do you want to leave?"

"I... do."

"Then I promise you, I’ll send you away, to that place."

In that moment, Johnny Blackbird suddenly became extremely solemn.

"What about... you?"

Marcel looked at him, unable to help but change the way he addressed him.

"Me? I won’t leave. I have things I need to do, the things I want to do."

If Ethan were beside them at that moment, he would notice that Johnny Blackbird was different now. When he had to play the role of Depp, he was silent, low-key, and somewhat suffocated, like a bird trapped in a cage.

Now, Depp was dead.

The blackbird was finally soaring again in the skies of the Royal Capital.

Moreover, this time, he had no ties, and he could soar freely.

That night, all the major newspapers in the Royal Capital received the same letter; when they opened it, all reporters and editors went crazy.

He was back.

Yes, he was back.

Johnny Blackbird.

After a long silence, he reappeared.

"Hey, my dears, did you miss me? In those days without me, were you very lonely? I mean, folks of the Royal Capital’s Security Bureau. Do you miss the times when we raced cars on the King’s Avenue? No problem, I’m back. I, Johnny Blackbird, once again challenge you. The safe-cracking game starts again. Guess which bank I will target?

Of course, perhaps not just the safes, maybe it’s a certain prince’s temple. Hey, dear prince, I’ve got my eyes on you again, watch out.

So, stay tuned."

The familiar tone, the familiar formula.

This arrogant outlaw not only declared he would continue robbing banks but also confessed to having assassinated the Eldest Prince Havenius, even threatening to make another attempt.

Undoubtedly, his actions added more fuel to the already heated Royal Capital, and the major newspapers found themselves quite overwhelmed.

In the East District, a conspicuous Sea God Church was poised for conflict with Sea King Lockeby, a confrontation ready to erupt at any second.

Meanwhile, Johnny Blackbird took to the skies again.

And then, Ethan joined the fray, announcing that his film, the first-ever sound film, had officially started shooting, with Princess Aine Beize confirmed to star.

No matter how you look at it.

This is the best of times, yet also seems the worst of times.