Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Daryl, standing outside, glanced at his watch, thought for a moment, and said, "Tracy loves ice cream. Let's buy her two double scoops of vanilla ice cream today. She'll be very happy."

Dennison Ice Cream is very famous in Arkham, located right across from the police station and next to the North Shore Market, very close by.

“Good idea. Kids love this stuff, and my son loves it too.” Kur walked out and straightened his collar.

"Resolved?" Daryl asked.

Kur turned slightly to the side: "With a brand new body, I didn't control my strength a bit. Some of these people might suffer from concussions."

Daryl turned his head and saw these people lying unconscious on the ground, their hands cuffed behind their backs.

"Lilith and Carrington are almost done too," Kur said with a smile, turning to look at the person lying on the ground outside the window.

Daryl sighed, "As expected of the mayor, he's truly a man of few words, but when he does act, it's fatal. In just one hour, the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce's popular support has been almost completely severed."

Chapter 0031 Storm

boom!

The sturdy birchwood table was shattered by the immense force, and Paul's forehead veins bulged, his face flushed with uncontrollable rage.

“Los Arkham! Los Arkham!!!” Paul growled through gritted teeth.

Reis, standing to the side, also looked extremely grim. In just ten minutes, they had received three shocking and even unbelievable messages.

The illegal slave auction venue exploded, and all the slaves were taken away.

All twenty-odd people who came to provide support were injured and suffered broken bones.

All police officers at the Arkham Police Station have been arrested and imprisoned!

This swift and decisive attack caught them completely off guard.

"How could this be? Los Arkham definitely doesn't have that kind of strength!" At this moment, Reis was still filled with disbelief.

Everything should be based on logic, but this matter has no logic whatsoever.

Paul's eyes were bloodshot as he growled at Reese, "Bring your men and blow Los Arkham's house to smithereens right now!"

Upon hearing this, Reis was immediately alarmed: "My lord! You must calm down. This matter is of utmost importance. Doing this will not benefit us at all."

Paul was no fool. Hearing this suggestion, he forcibly suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Well done, Kur, well done, Daryl. What kind of benefits did Arkham offer to make you all willing to risk your lives for him?"

Upon hearing this, Reis immediately said, "My lord, I have just heard some news."

"what?"

He then recounted the story of Kur's fingers and Trish's situation.

"Is that so?!" Paul's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.

Reese nodded: "Yes, I've confirmed it. Kur's hands have recovered, and Trish will be going back to school in the next day or two."

“So it seems that Heim was indeed killed by Arkham, and there is a special force behind him that we don’t know about.” Paul gradually calmed down.

This is beyond the scope of ordinary methods; it has entered that inconceivable and special realm.

"Continue to observe the situation."

After Reis left, Paul immediately picked up the phone and said, "It's me, Paul. I'm here to relay the following information to my master."

Meanwhile, in a manor in the wealthy Arkham district, an elderly man dressed in casual clothes, who appeared to be in his fifties, listened to a servant's report.

After hearing this, the old man slightly raised his head. There were strange patterns in his pupils, and being stared at by him would make one feel inexplicable pressure.

This old man was Reagan Rhodes, a prominent figure in Arkham and the founder of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, he said with a contemptuous look, "Los Arkham, it seems that our little mayor is not willing to be a puppet."

"In that case, let someone else do it. Let Quincy handle this."

"Furthermore, those poor people who heard that woman's speech today actually think they can turn their lives around? They really don't know their place. Let Duke deal with them and let them know who their real masters are."

"Yes, Master."

After issuing the two orders, the old man seemed to be speaking to thin air: "What suggestions does the Pope have for this matter?"

As the light distorted, a woman completely covered in a black robe suddenly appeared.

“Kill Los Arkham and bring his body to the Pope.”

After listening, the old man stood up, smiled, and nodded: "I understand."

This matter was quickly relayed to all nine districts of Arkham through Daryl's efforts.

For a time, everyone's attention was focused on this young, ambitious, and decisive mayor.

"How long do you think Los Arkham can live?"

"I bet ten Rosa coins that he won't live more than a week."

I bet four days!

I'll bet two days!

The most heated discussion among these topics was how many days their new mayor would live.

While ordinary people are discussing it, the various factions in other districts don't see such a superficial issue.

The other three factions, who mainly wanted to dismount Loss, were immediately filled with vigilance upon witnessing this scene.

Since Los dared to openly attack the Rhodes Merchant Guild, it's entirely possible that he would also attack them.

However, they do not intend to help the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce.

The Rhodes Merchant Guild and the Hand of Chaos have been operating for so many years; they are not so easily tripped up.

And they would be happy to see the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce suffer a setback.

The central district has the largest population in Arkham, and other factions have long coveted it, wanting to get involved.

They wished both sides would fight to the bitter end so they could then enter the fray and reap the benefits.

Meanwhile, the focus of everyone's discussion was on him driving home.

After parking the car in the garage, Los hummed a tune as he opened the door and went inside.

He was startled as soon as he entered the house.

At this moment, the thirteen girls bowed simultaneously, their faces filled with gratitude and respect, and said, "Thank you, Mayor Arkham, for saving our lives. You are like our second parents!"

Los was completely bewildered. He turned to Lilith, who was standing to the side with a smile on her face, and asked, "What's going on? I just got back!"

Lilith walked over and said, "I just let them know who their real benefactor is, and at the same time gave them some 'psychological counseling'."

Upon hearing the words "psychological counseling," Los knew that the reality was far from what those words implied.

"Tell me the situation first!" Los didn't care about these things; he believed that Lilith was now acting with discretion.

Lilith then shared the information she knew.

Most of these girls were from the surrounding villages. They were abducted for various reasons, and four of them were even sold to the Rhodes Merchant Guild by their parents.

They had been there for five days, during which they had been subjected to various forms of mental brainwashing and oppression in an attempt to erase their sense of self and their instinct for resistance, and to make them obedient and docile.

Then, at the auction the day after tomorrow, they will be sold to the wealthy patrons who have provided the funds.

When Lilith rescued them, they had lost the will to resist and the instinct to escape. The cages were open, but they sat there blankly, their eyes filled with numbness and fear.

For the first time, Lilith, who had an unparalleled understanding of human nature, used her demonic power for a positive purpose.

Through her words, she broke the mental shackles that had bound these girls, allowing their minds to return to normal.

Then they mistook Lilith for an angel who had fallen from the sky and quickly followed her away.

Of course, although consciousness was restored, the psychological trauma remained.

In just one hour, Lilith provided excellent psychological counseling, helping them to fully recover from that dark experience.

Of course, having witnessed the ugliness of human nature since childhood, she instinctively planted a psychological suggestion in the minds of these girls.

That is, Los Arkham is their true benefactor, their savior, and their great and kind future master.

Chapter 0032 Talent Reserve

Los's house wasn't big; including Lilith, there were only three people. Even if they needed servants, three or four would be enough. The sudden arrival of thirteen girls immediately put Los in a bit of a predicament.

Although he said he would accept all comers, isn't this too much?

Lilith looked at Los, who was deep in thought, with curiosity and asked, "Dear Master, do you have any questions? You can ask me anything. Most of these girls have no family now. They long for your protection and to realize their own value."

The thirteen girls standing in the living room were also very nervous. Although their beautiful, angelic older sister had told them that their future master was very kind and gentle, they were still worried that this kind mayor would not want them.

After all, there are indeed more people here.

Los thought for a moment and then came up with a plan.

“Who among you can cook and do housework?” Los asked.

Then, four girls raised their hands.

Of the four girls, only one was in her early twenties, while the rest looked to be only sixteen or seventeen.

However, judging from their rough hands, they must be experienced in this field.

After all, in this era, rural children started helping their families with chores around the age of twelve or thirteen.

Los nodded: "Yes, if you'd like, you can stay here as my servants."

"I do! I do!"

Before Los could even mention his salary, the four girls started nodding like chickens pecking at rice.

Having experienced such a horrific event, all they hope for now is to find a safe place to live; they dare not ask for anything else.

Los turned to look at Lilith, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Lilith smiled and took Los's hands, saying, "This is how they express their gratitude; you'll have to get used to it."

Los sighed and turned to look at the remaining nine people.

At this moment, the nine girls were extremely nervous. They were afraid that the mayor would not want them, would send them back, or would leave them to fend for themselves.

They were well aware of the gang's power; if they left, they knew those demons would probably drag them back tonight.

Los continued, "Do you all have any other special skills or techniques?"

"Special skills?"