Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy Chapter 7

Looking back, Ross looked at this huge brick building. The white paint on the surface had been covered with the dust of time and turned gray-white, giving it the solemnity of the years.

This municipal building was rebuilt in 1901 on the bi-monthly calendar, supervised by his grandfather, and has a history of nearly 30 years.

The municipal building has a total of six floors, and now there are 41 public officials, maintaining the operation of the entire urban system.

"The Mayor" Ross walked in along the downstairs door, and the people passing by said hello in a flat manner, and they didn't seem to have much enthusiasm.

This young mayor is not likable. He doesn't know anything about the town, just because his bloodline hastily ascended to power, and then made an extremely stupid decision the next day, that is, the ban on blood and alcohol.

This touched not only the sellers, but also the ordinary people who drank blood wine.

Ross looked at the indifferent appearance of these people. He was not surprised by this scene, which is why he came here today.

The municipal building has two elevators that are relatively rare these days, but these elevators are only open to internal personnel, and those who come to work can only take the stairs.

Standing at the door of the elevator, a woman with glasses and messy hair hurried over: "Mayor, you're finally here, regarding your ban yesterday, the whole city is protesting, no matter if it's the slums on the south side of the central area. Or the rich people in the rich area, they are all against you."

Ross looked at this middle-aged woman with maroon curly hair with a smile. Her name was Janet, and she was one of the clerks in the town.

"I understand, I understand, Janet. But don't worry, I decided today to cancel my decision yesterday."

Hearing this, Janet was stunned: "Cancel!?"

Ross nodded: "Yes, there was a problem with my head yesterday and I made a very stupid decision. After a night of reflection, I realized the stupidity of this decision, so I decided to cancel it."

"It happens that you are here, go and call the municipal manager for me. I need him to appease the people."

Janet woke up like a dream at this moment, and hurriedly said, "Okay! Mayor!"

The mayor's office is located on the south side of the fourth floor, with an area of ​​about 60 square meters and a good decoration.

The desk and chair are close to the east wall, so the space after entering the door is very spacious.

The large window on the right has very good lighting. Looking from here, you can see not only the bustling public square, but also most of the city of Arkham, and you can see Miskatonic all the way to the south. The river area on the other side of the river and the French mountains.

Standing in front of the window, Ross looked at this unchanging town, with its overgrown mansard roofs sloping and loosely covered buildings on top of one by one attic.

"It's exactly the same as what's described in the novel." Ross murmured, with a feeling that it was both true and false.

Arkham's development level is not high, and it is generally in the middle and lower ranks of the empire.

The main reason is that the situation here is too complicated. Gangs, cults, fugitives, slave owners, and even monsters that do not belong to human beings all gather here.

The smuggling of all kinds of contraband, the sacrifice of evil gods, human trafficking, and many other troublesome things are endless here.

According to Ross's design for this place, there are nine areas in the entire Arkham town, each area has hidden head snakes, cults and hidden supernatural creatures to control them.

From the big Arkham sanatorium, the prison, the government, to the dentist, the cosmetology clinic, the billiard hall, and even the glory of Arkham town, Miskatonic University, there are almost no fuel-efficient lamps for anyone who can name them.

In Arkham, who doesn't worship the evil god?

"It's really an internal and external trouble!"

Ross sighed, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

I originally planned to watch those players suffer, but in the end I was in the most dangerous whirlpool.

In deep thought, there was a knock on the door, and then a thirty-seven or eight-year-old man walked in.

This person has a slightly high hairline, a Chinese-character face, a high nose bridge, and a somewhat protruding chin and mouth, causing the nostrils to be somewhat conspicuous. At first glance, the most direct feeling is that this person looks like a hairless orangutan.

This person's name is Daryl Klocum. He is the municipal manager of Arkham. He is thirty-seven years old. He is set at level 9, and his overall strength belongs to the top ordinary people.

One of his four core goals.

This person is very capable and ambitious. His real identity is a spy sent by the top of the empire, and the target of supervision is the Arkham family.

In the original design, Darryl will hold all the rights to Arkham town for the next three years, and try to exclude Ross.

At the same time, he is also a smuggler, secretly developing the coal reserves here and selling them, making a lot of money.

The excluded Ross, through his own knowledge, successfully converged his wife Laila into a believer. Three years later, at the behest of his Ross, Darryl will die under her wife's butcher's knife and become a sacrifice. a member of .

When he saw Darryl this time, Ross didn't plan to go the old way. He can be said to be a lonely man in this city now, and everyone is eyeing him, coveting his position and power.

Since the town of Arkham is to be turned into its own paradise of order, it must have its own power and faithful servants.

Today's Darryl fits his requirements very well. This man has a wide range of contacts in Arkham, as well as enough prestige, and has a good relationship with 8 city councillors. Except for some looking like an orangutan, others Conditions are good.

"Mayor, did you call me?" Daryl didn't take Ross in his eyes, and didn't even bother to use "you" when he spoke.

Perhaps in his eyes, this young student is not qualified to attract his attention.

Ross smiled and looked at the orangutan... Looking at Daryl: "My decision, Janet has told you already?"

Darryl nodded: "If you have nothing else to do, I'll go to prepare first. The situation in the city is not optimistic now."

Ross smiled and walked to the back of the desk, sat comfortably on the chair and said, "No hurry, you sit down first."

Darryl frowned slightly: "Mayor, I'm very..."

"Sit down!" Ross interrupted him directly, with a special majesty in his tone that made Darryl tremble.

He glanced at this young man who was despised by him, gradually became vigilant in his heart, and sat quietly opposite Ross.

Ross leaned on the sofa at will, and asked with a smile, "It's been almost ten years since you came to Arkham?"

"Two months and ten years," Daryl replied.

Ross nodded and suddenly asked, "What's your purpose here?"

Daryl's very sophisticated answer: "Naturally, it is to let the residents here live a better life, and at the same time help the mayor to manage better."

"By the way, when necessary, get rid of me?" Ross asked lightly.

Darryl heard the sudden acceleration of his heart, and asked without changing his face, "Mayor, what does this mean?"

Ross picked up the pen in the pen holder and placed it in his hand. With a slight movement of his index finger, the pen began to flexibly rotate back and forth around Ross's thumb.

Daryl was a little dazzled, and didn't understand why it didn't fall off.

"Aren't you a spy sent by the Empire to monitor my Arkham family?" Ross asked casually. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Darryl was shocked for a while. This surveillance plan was very secretive. He knew no more than ten people. Except for himself, all he knew were the senior personnel of their military intelligence department. How did this guy know?

"Mayor, what are you talking about, I don't quite understand." Daryl replied calmly.

Ross smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to confirm the situation, because what I do next will be a little crazy, and I don't want someone to stab me in the back."

Speaking, Ross asked again, "Darryl, are you?"

At this time, Ross's deep eyes were staring at him, and Darryl didn't know why he felt a huge pressure, as if this was a terrifying monster that might eat himself at any time.

Unconsciously, sweat had flowed down his forehead to his cheeks, and then dripped onto his decent suit.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Darryl's excellent mental quality overcame his fear, and answered calmly, "No."

Hearing this, Los opened his mouth and showed a smile. At this time, the grinning boss seemed to be about to reach his ears. At the same time, it was full of evil intentions and a little crazy, like a monster grinning and laughing. this human.

Seeing this smile, the hairs on Darryl's body exploded instantly, and he felt a tingling in his scalp. Instinctively, he wanted to directly pull out the gun and blow this guy's head.

"Very well, Darryl, I believe in your quality. Since I'm my own, I plan to tell you my plan."

Speaking, Ross showed his white teeth and said, "Blood wine is not enough. I think the opportunity to change Arkham's poverty is blood therapy!"

"So I decided to implement blood therapy on a large scale, starting with the poor people in the central area."

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