Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 174 Reaching a Consensus

Hearing Ross's devilish whisper, Borg's eyes suddenly flashed with disbelief, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure? There is no possibility of a cure for this disease in this era."

Ross smiled confidently after hearing this: "Don't talk about this little infertility, even if your lifeblood is cut, Arkham can make you grow a new one!"

Hearing this, Borg naturally didn't believe it. He sneered and said, "Although you have keen insight, don't really take me for a fool."

Ross replied: "I know, this is really unbelievable for you ordinary people, but you can come and try it when you have time."

"After all, this will not cause you any loss or danger. What if it is cured? It will be a new kind of rebirth for you."

Hearing this, Borg swallowed.

You must know that in this era, the most taboo and the most unwelcome disease for the heirs of a big family like theirs is infertility.

Big families value reproduction very much. Infertility means that you cannot reproduce, so you cannot provide excellent talents for the family.

At the same time, the contempt and discrimination brought about by this disease are not something a young master of a big family like him can bear.

After all, infertility at this stage is more contemptible than impotence and premature ejaculation.

In the past few years, Borg has been driven mad by this disease. He dare not get married, or even have sex casually, for fear of being discovered by others.

Because of this disease, he almost lost all the right to speak in the family, and he couldn't stand up straight in front of his elder brother. This kind of torture and pain was completely unimaginable to others.

Borg was silent for a full 5 minutes. He slowly raised his head and asked, "This is not enough to attract me. Can you show some... special abilities that will convince me?"

Hearing this, Ross did not refuse, because Arkham's shipbuilding business will still need the help of this son in the future.

And from the beginning, he saw more possibilities in this son.

So Ross said, "Can you give me the gun behind you?"

Hearing this, Borg froze, and then readily handed over a pistol.

Taking over the pure metal weapon, Ross held the gun body with both hands and twisted and pinched it very easily.

Immediately, the pistol was easily squeezed into an iron ball by Ross like a piece of waste paper.

Seeing this scene, Borg immediately widened his eyes. His eyes were full of disbelief and shock. He took back the iron ball in a murmur. The texture and weight of the ball told him that this was not a hallucination, nor was it a so-called hypnosis. , but actually exists.

At this time, Ross's seductive and seductive whispers came again.

"In Arkham, there are many such people. Now we can not only cure infertility, but even regenerate severed limbs."

Hearing this, Borg suddenly raised his head, swallowed hard, and asked, "What do you want?"

Although Borg didn't believe all of Rose's words at this time, he at least believed that this person still possessed some special means.

Los leaned on the sofa and said: "Arkham has experienced a lot of things recently, and many businesses are waiting to be done. As the mayor, I naturally have to find some ways for the development of the city."

"We are going to build a shipyard, expand the port, and take over part of Innsmouth's business. Naturally, we need the support and help of the Ruker family in this process."

After hearing this, Borg asked in disbelief, "That's all?"

"Of course more than that. I also hope that you and I can establish a long-term cooperation in the future. Arkham will dominate the maritime transportation along the entire northeast coast in the future."

Hearing this, Borg's fiery heart gradually calmed down, and then he said: "I can help you with shipbuilding and port construction, and I can get you related authorizations."

"But the business aspect is not enough with my current energy."

Ross said with a smile: "Although you can't do it now, it doesn't mean you can't do it in the future. In the near future, your body will become very healthy, and you can even get some special powers if you want."

"When you prove that your masculinity has recovered, your family status will naturally gradually recover. This is your chance."

When Borg heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You want to help me get the inheritance of the family?"

Ross asked: "Why not? We have an old saying in Arkham, helping others to the end, and sending God to heaven. Since our friendship is strong enough and we share common interests, why don't we continue to help each other for a long time?"

Borg heard the silence for a few seconds and asked, "Do you know what stands behind my elder brother and second elder brother?"

"It's nothing more than a military faction." Ross said casually.

Borg noticed the question keenly: "Are you from the queen?"

Rose stood up and looked out the window: "Strictly speaking, I don't belong to the queen's faction, but the queen now hopes that I can help her get rid of the military power faction, and I happen to have plans in this regard."

"You're really crazy, you have no idea how terrifying power those troops have," Borg said.

Ross smiled: "They have their means, and I have my hole cards. If you are really willing to let your two brothers become the heirs, and you will live in their shadow forever, you don't have to cooperate with me, a lunatic. "

Borg laughed when he heard this, but it was a bit ferocious at this time: "Compared to living like a dog forever, I would rather die in madness."

"Los Arkham, I admire your courage and current ability. I will go to Arkham tomorrow. If you can really fulfill everything you said today, I am willing to go crazy with you to the end."

The low self-esteem and pressure for many years have caused a huge distortion in his heart.

And now, he needs a vent.

When Ross heard this, he smiled happily, stretched out his hand and said, "Congratulations, the future heir of the Rick family, you made an extremely correct decision today."

Borg also reached out and took Rose's palm and said, "Mayor Arkham, I hope we can go to the end together on this crazy road."

Ever since, the two happily reached an agreement.

"You need to release the group of mermaids in a while. Mermaid blood will not provide men with any special abilities, nor will it cure your disease," Ross said.

Borg did not directly agree: "You may not know that the price of a mermaid here on the black market is around 20 rosar coins."

Rose waved his hand and said domineeringly, "I don't care about money. They are my subordinates, and now they accept Arkham's asylum."

(End of this chapter)