Chapter 181 The Priest's Pleasure

After a busy day, Lose returned home and soaked in a comfortable bathtub.

Sitting across from the misty mist was Lilith.

The hot water temperature at this time made her smooth and tender skin white and pink, very attractive.

At this time, the black hair transformed into human hands, massaging Los's whole body.

"It seems that this incident has attracted the attention of many rats to our place." Lose leaned on the edge and said comfortably.

Lilith expressed her favor: "The extraordinary organizations we have investigated so far include the Life Creator, the Black Water Detective, the Egg of the Black Goat, and the intelligence agencies of the three empires."

"There are also many ordinary forces, most of which are gangs and mercenary organizations. These people have sneaked into Arkham in groups at this time, which has indeed caused a lot of problems to the city's security."

Los said casually: "These are small matters that can be handled by my police and enthusiastic citizens. What I am more worried about now is the oppression of this place by the forces on all sides."

"The empire's provinces are now under pressure from the queen, and there are currently no other problems. However, among the people, there are many rumors that are not very good for us." Lilith said.

Ross: "This is just one aspect. On the other aspect, there are the major nobles and plutocrats in the empire. Among other things, Marquis Froude, who has close cooperation with Rhodes Chamber of Commerce, seems to be ready to cause us some trouble. "

"In addition, the White Oak Rating Agency also set our market level as "not recommended for investment" due to problems with the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce. This has many negative impacts on the expansion of the city."

Lilith asked tentatively: "Then I will send people to kill them all?"

After hearing this, Ross laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to take Lilith into his arms and said: "Although killing people can solve many problems, in terms of finance and business, killing people really can't solve the problems. We can't take all the rich people in the world. Kill everyone."

"What we need to do now is to increase their confidence in us. This requires not only our own policies and reputation, but also the lobbying work of professionals."

Hearing this, Lilith's eyes suddenly lit up and she said, "Master, I probably know what to do."

"Okay then, let's go to bed."

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The next morning, Borg, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at the rising sun, still feeling a little uncontrollably excited.

He didn't sleep all night last night. Although it was quiet and safe here, he just couldn't sleep, always thinking about what he would become in the future.

And after becoming like that, how can I take back those things that belong to me?

There was a knock on the door, and the voice always seemed to laugh out loud, and the magnetic voice came: "Mr. Sik, let's have breakfast together! After dinner, I will be responsible for sending Mr. Sik to Arkham Sanatorium."

Berg hurriedly turned around and opened the door, just in time to see the tall and mature Father Hester looking at him with a smile.

"Excuse me." Borg said very politely.

He had a long chat with Father Hurst last night, and it could be said that they hit it off immediately.

Father Hurst seemed to understand his situation and his inner thoughts very well, which resonated strongly with his lonely heart.

At the same time, Father Hester was not like those hypocritical clergy who asked him to put down his hatred and influence others with love.

Instead, he actually gave him advice on how to face his father in the future, how to disguise himself to deceive his elder brother, and then how to directly seize power at the critical moment.

Borg was lucky to have met this understanding priest.

He listened to his complaints for two hours so selflessly and patiently, and then spent another hour helping him plan for the future.

"Thank you very much for your listening and suggestions last night." Borg thanked him seriously at the dinner table.

Father Hurst said with an extremely happy smile on his face: "The people favored by the mayor have a special past, and it is my duty to help them solve their inner problems."

Seeing this heartfelt joy and joy, Borg felt more and more the greatness of the priest and the power and foresight of the mayor of Arkham.

After breakfast, Father Hester personally drove Borg to Arkham Nursing Home, and then handed him to Dr. Morsi with his own hands. He watched Borg disappear into the corridor with a smile on his face.

"Father, the corners of your mouth have reached your ears." A rich voice sounded.

Hester turned his head and looked around, just in time to see Kurvin in a white coat walking over with a smile on his face.

At this time, Hester's transcendent smile, as if the devil's plot was successful, became more and more unrestrained, saying: "Being able to lead a lost child on the journey and let him look directly at his true self always brings me great joy and happiness."

"Then what? Under your guidance, what kind of tragedy will he have in the future?" Kurwin knew this devil in the skin of a priest very well.

Father Hester said with a smile: "In the future, he will kill his two brothers and put his father under house arrest. In order to prevent the inheritance rights from falling apart, he plans to marry his biological sister."

Hearing this, Kurwin clicked his tongue and said, "It's really a road full of blood and darkness."

Father Hester said with a smile: "This is all his own decision. I just released his true self."

During the conversation between the two, Xina came over and said: "There seems to be a special problem in the French Highlands. I am short of manpower. Come and help me."

"good."

The two of them readily agreed and left Arkham Sanatorium.

In the underground space, Borg, who had been cleaned, lay quietly on the operating table in a blue patient gown.

There were about a dozen needles beside him, and in the containers at the top of these needles, there were milky white liquids and dark red liquids.

These liquids seemed to have their own lives, and seemed to be constantly wriggling inside, which looked very strange.

Wayne, who was accompanying the bed, smiled and said, "Relax, there will be no danger."

The medical room is separated from here by a door.

With the help of Debbie, Murthy carefully dissolved the drop of black blood in the fusion blood, and then divided the fusion blood into ten parts and diluted them in ten syringes respectively.

Debbie looked at the dark blood in fascination: "This is amazing."

Murthy also said in amazement: "Our current technology is really too different from the young master. The young master can completely process this drop of ancestral blood through the flesh and make it relatively compatible with human genes. This is simply a dream ability."

The drop of ancestral blood yesterday naturally cannot be directly injected. Los processed it in his body overnight and handed it to Murthy this morning.

"The mayor is so great!"

Debbie clenched her fists and completed one of her daily tasks with a red face, praising the mayor.