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Hearing Charles' answer, Los smiled, drank the cocktail in the glass and said: "But even so, there are still people who are very hostile to me. The witch in the Frank High District wants to kill me, saying that I threaten their development."

"The Danny Gang in the rich area illegally mined on the north side of the city. After I closed it down, I regarded me as a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh."

"Because I dealt with the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, the capitalists in the rich area are in danger and continue to slander me in secret."

"The people of Innsmouth in the East District and the River District will never give up the control of their ports. Alas! Sometimes I feel tired when I think about it. Why did I become the mayor in the first place? Why do I have to be so serious?"

"Isn't it easier and more refreshing to be a flower stand, enjoy every day, and not offend anyone?"

At this time, Los seemed to be speaking the truth, with emotion and grievance on his face.

Char carefully observed and guessed Los's tone and expression, and then he found that Los was now telling the truth, not a single word was a lie.

"Maybe this is your nature! You are a natural mayor, a natural great man." Charles said calmly.

Los shook his head: "I am not a great man, I just hope that the people of my city can live a happy and peaceful life. Unfortunately, this very ordinary wish has touched the interests of many people."

Charle's heart moved when he heard this, and he smiled: "You seem to think too much."

Los drank another glass of wine and smiled: "I hope so!"

Charle carefully observed Los from the corner of his eyes, and at this time let Barro and Danny make contact through his eyes.

Barro nodded, stood up and came to Danny and talked and laughed naturally and smoothly.

Female doctor Helen began to contact other upper-class people under the leadership of Sindelwald.

For example, the president of the Arkham Chamber of Commerce, members of the Astronomy Club, etc.

The feminine Kro found Kenneth, a private detective who was secretly observing everyone.

Los saw the development at this time from the corner of his eyes, and naturally noticed Charles with satisfaction, and a smile gradually rose in his heart.

Elizabeth was drinking a white wine with a not-too-high alcohol content while secretly observing the situation around her. Her eyes collided with Dr. Laban's "eyes", and then a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

They both knew very well what happened last night. Three of the six monsters that attacked last night have come here, and this group of outsiders seemed to be unaware that they were gradually walking into Los's trap.

Both of them had their own thoughts. They didn't want the army and the Eye of Insight to control the entire Arkham, so they would choose to remain silent when facing these people.

Drinking and chatting gradually reached a climax with the passage of time.

Danny, who likes to tell jokes, started his performance with great desire to perform.

All the time of the crowd gradually focused on this lively gangster boss.

In the two hours in the bar, it seemed that everyone's plan had been successfully promoted.

At eleven o'clock, the appearance of the bar owner pushed the cheerful atmosphere here to the peak.

"Oh! Father Hester! Long time no see!" Danny stood up and said with a smile.

At this time, a priest walked down from the second floor of the bar.

The priest was tall, with chestnut curly hair, neatly combed behind his head.

The priest had a slightly long face, sharp edges and flat eyebrows, and looked a little dull at first glance.

But he always seemed to have a happy smile on his lips, giving people a feeling that he wanted to laugh but was trying not to laugh.

When Father Hurst saw Los, he said in his low and magnetic voice: "Long time no see, Mr. O'Banion."

"Father! What story have you prepared today?" Elizabeth, who was sitting next to him, asked.

Father Hurst came to the bar in silence, picked up a glass of high-concentration vodka, and said after a sip: "Today's story is about courage."

Then, the priest began to tell the story in his low and magnetic voice.

The story is not complicated. It is about a medieval knight whose beloved girl was robbed, and then he honed his skills and finally successfully rescued his beloved girl.

But this story is very evil, because in the end the knight did not rescue his beloved girl, but the girl who had been kidnapped for three years fell in love with that man, and then conspired with that man to kill the protagonist in the end.

The whole story was relatively depressing in the early stage, passionate in the middle stage, but the ending was very evil.

However, the most evil thing was this priest.

Because he acted as the narrator throughout the story, his tone was always very calm, but after the male protagonist saw his beloved betray him and killed him with his own hands, the priest suddenly laughed with great joy.

It seemed that he heard a story that made him extremely happy and happy.

Barlow listened with a confused face: "This is... priest?"

Dr. Laban on the side smiled and explained: "Father Hurst, although he smokes, drinks, perms his hair, and always likes to get happiness from other people's tragedies, but we all know that he is a good priest."

Along with Father Hurst's laughter, the others present also laughed.

They were naturally not laughing at the story, but at the priest's weird hobbies.

It was twelve o'clock, and everyone had achieved their goals, and found the objects and entry points they were going to cooperate with, and left the bar one after another.

Charles also achieved his goal. Through these few hours, he clearly knew the conflict between the mayor and these people, which made it easier for them to deal with Los's wings.

When Charles was about to leave with Los, he was suddenly stopped by Father Hester.

"Father, is there anything you need to teach me?" Charles asked seriously.

Father Hester looked at Charles with his light brown eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed out loud: "Welcome to Arkham."

Charle was stunned, and then said: "Thank you for your welcome."

Then he took Los in a car and left the bar inexplicably.

When almost everyone had left, Father Hester returned to the bar and saw a dignified, elegant, saint-like woman sitting at the bar drinking.

Father Hester walked over with a smile and asked, "Are we going to hear any more wailing tonight?"

Lilith drank her wine and looked at the priest with a smile on his face, "What? Didn't yesterday's fear and despair bring you enough joy?"

Father Hester laughed out loud, but his smile was a little twisted and hideous at this time.

"There is no end to joy."