Become an Ancient God by starting with blood therapy

Retracting his gaze, Los looked at the huge brick building. The white paint on the surface was covered with dust of time and turned gray, giving it the solemnity of the years.

This municipal building was rebuilt in the bimonthly calendar of 1901, 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 city system.

"Mayor" Los walked in through the door downstairs. The people coming and going greeted him indifferently, and they didn't seem to be very enthusiastic.

This young mayor is not likable. He knows nothing about the town. He just took office hastily because of the bloodline, and then issued an extremely stupid decision on the second day of taking office, which is the blood wine ban.

This touches not only the sellers, but also the ordinary people who drink blood wine.

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

The municipal building has two elevators, which are relatively rare nowadays, but these elevators are only open to internal personnel, and people who come to do business can only take the stairs.

Standing at the elevator door, a woman with glasses and messy hair hurried over: "Mayor, you are finally here. The whole city is protesting your ban yesterday. Whether it is the slums on the south side of the central area or the rich people in the rich area, they are all against you."

Loss smiled at the middle-aged woman with chestnut curly hair. Her name is Janet, one of the town's clerks.

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

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

Loss nodded: "Yes, there was a problem with my brain yesterday, and I made a very stupid decision. A night of reflection made me realize the stupidity of this decision, so I decided to cancel it."

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

Janet woke up from a dream at this time and said hurriedly: "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 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. From here, you can not only see the bustling public square, but also most of Arkham's city. Looking south, you can see the river area on the other side of the Miskatonic River and the French Mountains.

Standing in front of the window, Los looked at this unchanging town, with clusters of folding roofs tilted and loose buildings on the attics.

"It's exactly the same as described in the novel." Los murmured, with a feeling of truth and falsehood.

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

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

The smuggling of various contraband, evil god sacrifices, human trafficking, and many other headaches are endless here.

According to Los' design for this place, each of the nine areas of the entire Arkham town has hidden local snakes, cults, and hidden extraordinary creatures to control it.

From Arkham Sanatorium, prison, government, to dentists, plastic surgery clinics, billiard halls, and even the glory of Arkham town, Miskatonic University, almost everyone who can be named is a good person.

Who in Arkham doesn't worship evil gods?

"It's really troubled both internally and externally!"

Los sighed, feeling a little melancholy.

He originally planned to watch those players suffer, but in the end he was in the most dangerous vortex.

While thinking, there was a knock on the door, and then a man in his thirties walked in.

This man has a slightly high hairline, a square face, a high nose bridge, and a protruding chin and mouth, which makes his nostrils a little eye-catching. At first glance, the most direct feeling is that this man looks like a hairless gorilla.

This man is called Daryl Klocum, the municipal manager of Arkham, thirty-seven years old, set to level 9, and his comprehensive 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 officials of the Empire, and the object of supervision is the Arkham family.

In the original design, Daryl will control all the rights of Arkham Town in the next three years and try his best to exclude Los.

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

The excluded Los successfully recruited his wife Leila as a believer through his knowledge. Three years later, at his instruction, Daryl will die under the knife of his wife and become one of the sacrifices.

Seeing Daryl this time, Los does not intend to follow the old path. He is now a lonely man in this city. Everyone is eyeing him and coveting his position and power.

Since he wants to turn Arkham Town into his own paradise of order, he must have his own power and loyal servants.

Today's Daryl meets his requirements. This man has extensive connections in Arkham, sufficient prestige, and good relations with the eight city commissioners. Except for the fact that he looks a bit like a gorilla, all other conditions are good.

"Mayor, you called me?" Daryl didn't take Los seriously, and he didn't even bother to use "you" when he spoke.

Perhaps in his eyes, this immature student was not qualified to attract his attention.

Los smiled and looked at the gorilla... and looked at Daryl: "Janet has told you my decision, right?"

Daryl nodded: "If you don't have anything else, I will go to prepare first. The situation in the city is not optimistic now."

Los smiled and walked behind the desk, sat comfortably in the chair and said: "No hurry, sit down first."

Daryl frowned slightly: "Mayor, I'm..."

"Sit down!" Los interrupted him directly, and at this moment his tone carried a special majesty that made Daryl tremble.

He glanced at the young man who was despised by him, and gradually became alert in his heart, and sat quietly opposite Los.

Los leaned casually on the sofa and asked with a smile: "You have been in Arkham for almost ten years, right?"

"Two months to ten years." Daryl replied.

Los nodded and suddenly asked, "What is your purpose here?"

Darryl answered very skillfully, "Of course, it is to make the residents here live a better life and help the mayor manage better."

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

When Daryl heard this, his heart suddenly accelerated, and he asked calmly, "Mayor, what does this mean?"

Loss picked up the pen in the pen holder and put it in his hand. With a slight movement of his index finger, the pen began to rotate flexibly around Los' 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?" Los asked casually.

Daryl was shocked. This surveillance plan was very secretive. No more than ten people knew about it. Except for himself, those who knew about it were all senior personnel of their military intelligence department. How did this guy know?

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

Los smiled: "Nothing, I just want to confirm the situation, because what I'm going to do next will be a little crazy, and I don't want someone to stab me in the back."

As he said that, Los asked again: "Daryl, are you?"

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

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

After a full silence of more than ten seconds, Daryl's strong psychological quality overcame his fear and calmly replied: "No."

Hearing this, Los grinned and smiled. At this time, the grin was so big that it seemed to reach his ears, and it was full of evil and a little crazy, like a monster grinning and laughing at this human.

Seeing this smile, Daryl's hair stood up instantly, and he felt a tingling scalp. Instinctively, he wanted to pull out his gun and blow up this guy's head.

"Very good, Daryl, I believe in your character. Since you are one of us, I intend to tell you my plan."

Saying this, Ross showed his white teeth and said: "Blood wine is far from enough. I think the opportunity to change the poverty in Arkham is blood therapy!"

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