Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Clearing her throat, Elizabeth said, "I have spoken with Her Majesty the Queen, and Her Majesty acknowledges your sincerity and capabilities. She believes that our cooperation can bring very positive results and a bright future for both of us."

After listening, Los smiled and said, "Her Majesty's vision and insights are indeed extraordinary. I believe our cooperation will be very easy and pleasant."

During the conversation, Carrington brought over two cups of coffee.

Elizabeth felt like throwing up from the smell.

Ross immediately snapped, "What's going on? Didn't I say I wanted tea? Why is it still coffee?"

Carrington explained, "We've run out of tea leaves, so all we have left is coffee."

After hearing this, Los shouted, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go buy it!"

Carrington quickly turned and left.

Elizabeth took the coffee and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I quite like coffee. The shops are all closed this late, so there's no need to trouble yourself."

As he spoke, he suppressed the nausea and took a small sip.

Los grinned and said, "I'm so sorry, I don't get many customers here on weekdays, so I didn't notice these things."

Even though he was apologizing, Elizabeth couldn't help but grab his collar and give him a good beating!

Los continued, "The troops stationed in the Massa camp, I remember, are loyal to the Queen, aren't they?"

Elizabeth nodded: "Of course, otherwise do you think they would really come to help you without the Queen's order?"

Los was aware of this connection, which is why he went to see Elizabeth first.

“Then I must thank Her Majesty for her help. This company of soldiers has been a great help to me,” Los said with a smile.

Elizabeth asked directly, "When can we have your blood healing potion?"

“At least a month. I just took over, the lab isn’t even built yet, and I still have to deal with the Rhodes Merchant Guild and the Hand of Chaos. I really don’t have time.” Los shrugged, looking helpless.

Elizabeth did the math in her mind; a month wasn't a long time. She nodded to herself and said, "Okay, if you deliver the effective medicine on time a month later, our cooperation will be officially completed. At that time, I will give you a reward that will satisfy you on behalf of the Queen."

After listening, Los nodded and said, "Then it's settled. I'll need about another week for this batch of troops. That should be fine, right?"

"Sure, if you need anything else, you can contact us, but it won't be free."

Los laughed and said, "Perfect timing, I do have something I need your help with."

“It’s not free!” Elizabeth emphasized.

Ross chuckled and said, "We're good friends, and even business partners. Besides, you just drank my coffee. It would be too much of a rip-off to talk business between friends!"

Don't rush me if you don't mention coffee; the more you bring it up, the angrier I'll get.

Elizabeth wished she could just grab the glass and throw it in Los's face!

But there was nothing she could do; Elizabeth was too weak and failed to seize the initiative.

"Tell me what it is first," Elizabeth said calmly.

Los: "Help me investigate a journalist named Ivan Ruger."

Chapter 0041 Ghoul Police

“Ivanrug?” Upon hearing this name, Elizabeth first searched her memory for the name, only to find that the person was not in her records.

"What special abilities does this reporter possess that make you, Mayor, so concerned?" Elizabeth naturally wouldn't agree without knowing the full story.

Los laughed and said, "I think he is a very special talent, so I am prepared to recruit him as my subordinate, but he seems to have just arrived in Arkham, and I do not know anything about his past or identity."

"Oh?" Elizabeth's interest was piqued upon hearing this. She was curious about what kind of person could attract Los's attention.

Los made the request, saying, "There is no need for direct contact with him. I just want to know about his past experiences, his family, and whether he has joined any special organizations."

After listening, Elizabeth sighed, "It's quite difficult to investigate such detailed information based on just one name; the difficulty is very high."

Saying this is nothing more than an attempt to extort money from him.

However, Los's next sentence almost made her vomit blood.

"If this is difficult, what kind of intelligence chief are you! Her Majesty's ability to select personnel is questionable! How can a intelligence chief say that such a simple investigation is difficult?"

Los had a half-smile on his face, and he sighed sarcastically, "The world is going to the dogs!"

Elizabeth blushed slightly and stood up abruptly, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back down.

"Be elegant! Be elegant, Elizabeth! You now represent Her Majesty the Queen!" Elizabeth forced herself to be elegant.

Los laughed and said, "For a military intelligence agency that controls the entire empire's intelligence network, investigating an ordinary reporter should be a matter of a single sentence, right? That's the kind of ability and resources a confidant of the Queen should have!"

Seeing Los's irritating expression, Elizabeth gritted her teeth, then suddenly turned around and said, "I'll give you the information tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left quickly without looking back.

boom!

Just seconds after stepping outside, Los heard a heavy thud.

Turning his head, he saw Elizabeth, like a tigress, punching his house's large, black iron gate, sending it flying.

Los opened the window and shouted, "This big iron gate of my house is a family heirloom, worth two hundred thousand Rosa coins."

"You might as well just rob us!" Elizabeth's furious voice came from across the courtyard wall, followed by the roar of a car engine as it drove away down Peabody Avenue.

After Elizabeth left, Carrington asked curiously, "Young master, can this woman be trusted?"

"At least for now, we can still rely on them."

Los added meaningfully, "When they can no longer be relied upon, they will find that they can no longer live without us."

The night was very quiet. The arrival of the army put the entire city of Arkham under martial law, which also helped to address the security problems caused by the loss of police.

This is exactly what Los desperately needs; by this time tomorrow, his own police force will be fully formed.

The next morning, citizens rushed to the city hall to see what was going on, given how serious and tragic the events of the previous day had been.

In this era when communication was not very advanced, the only option was to go to the site to see what was going on.

"These cultists are really despicable. I really hope the mayor kills them all!" Rum, a boy squeezed in the crowd, said, clenching his fists and his eyes gleaming.

Tomboy Debbie whispered, "Don't underestimate those cults and gangs. I heard from my parents that the previous mayor had tried to clean them up, but it all ended in failure."

“This time is different! I believe in this mayor! I can feel the power in his words!”

"What do kids know! This incident with the municipal government has already shown that those cults are not to be trifled with," said a middle-aged man with a large beard standing nearby.

"The municipal government is a symbol of a city. People have made a scene here. It's no different from shitting on the mayor's face!" The middle-aged man took out his wine flask and took a sip, but smelled a somewhat pungent bloody odor through the gap.

The middle-aged man said with a blissful expression, "What mayor or not, as long as there's alcohol, I don't care if the city is destroyed."

Those cults and gangs have controlled the vast majority of the lower classes through blood and wine.

"What an idiot!" Rum muttered under his breath.

On the other side, at Arkham Sanatorium.

The cooking process in the underground space continued. On the side, in the order of cooking, the high-ranking ghouls, led by Zeke, had already put on their clothes and stood neatly to the side, like soldiers waiting for their commander's inspection.

Two batches were cooked overnight, producing another twenty high-level ghouls. There are still two hours until the third batch is ready.

Looking at the group of strong, cold-faced men, Los nodded in satisfaction. They were a group of high-level ghouls, at least level 20, enough to easily stabilize the current security situation in the central area.

"Master!" Everyone knelt down and bowed as they saw Los enter.

Los said, "From today onwards, you are reborn. Your lives now have nothing to do with your previous lives."

"Your next goal is to become police officers in Arkham City, to maintain order and safety for the city's citizens, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the crowd shouted.

"Furthermore, you can live on normal food, but any cannibalism is not allowed."

After giving the warning, Los turned to Kur: "What happened to these people's identification documents?"

Kur nodded and said, "Daryl and Dr. Murthy are preparing, and it is expected that everything will be completed by this afternoon."

"Including birth certificate, ID card, graduation certificate, and relevant police qualification certificate and gun license."

"Very good. Take them out to reintegrate into the normal world first. Once the documents are ready, meet them at the police station."

"understand!"

Los then left immediately. He had other matters to attend to and coordinate with the military, the most important of which was naturally the seizure and arrest of members of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce.

After Los left, Lilith looked at the group of ghouls and admonished them: "You must understand why you have obtained such great power. Remember your identity. You are the master's loyal servants. All you need to do is maintain the order that the master desires. Do you understand?"

The ghouls nodded, and Zeke, who was leading them, said respectfully and earnestly, "Lady Lilith, rest assured, we are well aware of our identities and what we are required to do."

These ghouls still retain human thoughts and emotions; they haven't become emotionless monsters.

This is what Los wanted; he didn't want to turn this place into a cold, monster-infested city.

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Chapter 0042 The Great Mayor

In front of the city hall, Los and Captain Oyok reiterated their determination to the reporters, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the entire army began to operate efficiently.

In just one morning, all shops, gang strongholds, and various illegal venues associated with the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce were shut down, and a total of 320 people were arrested.

The arrest was met with resistance, which escalated into a gunfight in the city.

However, how could these gangsters possibly be a match for these soldiers? They were quickly overwhelmed and disoriented by the soldiers.

In the end, more than fifty people died, and the remaining sixty-odd people all surrendered.

The citizens of the central district felt a surge of pleasure and joy as they watched the once arrogant gangsters and self-important upper-class individuals being arrested by the army in disgrace.

Living on the ground, they had suffered a lot of bullying and abuse from these people over the years. Now, these damned bastards have finally received the punishment they deserved!

This operation was carried out swiftly and decisively, and it also garnered strong support and response from the residents of the entire central area.

During the operation, many people even tipped off the troops, leading them to arrest gang members hiding in secluded places and their clandestine locations.

In just one morning, the territory that the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce had built up in the central district over many years vanished.

Around noon.

Los looked at the materials in his hand with amazement: "The Rhodes Merchant Guild has infiltrated almost every part of the central district."

Today, Arkham's taxi companies, tram companies, railroad properties, post offices, banks, and construction companies are all owned by the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce.

Furthermore, they have people in the city government, courts, and prisons; you could say they are the true underground emperors.