Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 243 Captain Moulton

After having a conversation with the artist, Bane once again deeply felt the extraordinaryness of Arkham today. If Ford's information is watery and cannot be completely believed, then his former comrade-in-arms in front of him is the most trustworthy one he has now. exist.

"Do you have any plans?" The entertainer threw out a handful of grains.

Bahn seemed to have a plan in mind, and said: "Before I came out, Mr. Zoe had already calculated the danger here, and the husband said that it would be fine as long as there are no gods here."

The artist warned: "Don't underestimate the danger here. According to my observation, there is at least one superhuman above level [-], and even a legendary demigod."

Bahn smiled confidently: "Don't worry, this matter will not be found on us. It is not suitable for us to reveal too much technology first. After all, our real enemy is the Augustus Empire and those ghosts."

The artist didn't ask much when he heard this. The purpose of his existence here was to pass on news. As for the information from the organization, the less he knew, the safer he would be.

After the chat, the two left naturally one after the other, without seeming to attract anyone's attention.

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Meanwhile, Arkham North Station.

Due to the stop of the royal train, the operation of this old railway station has changed.

Now only five trains stop here every day, and this situation needs to be maintained until the Queen leaves here.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, this is the second train to stop here today.

The two trains consisted of twenty carriages, five of which were for passengers and fifteen for goods.

"Let them behave, surround Her Majesty's special train around, and don't let those dishonest guys get close."

On the platform, the station master Moulton personally led the staff to form a wall to separate the porters from the Queen's special train.

Moulton is the station master of this 54-year-old station. He is 54 years old this year and has been serving the railway system all his life since he was 17 years old.

After working at the bottom for 20 years, he was gradually promoted to be the station master of Arkham's only train station in three years after Rose's father, George Arkham, came to power.

The 54-year-old stationmaster Moulton looks at least ten years younger than his age. He is not tall, only about 1.7 meters five, with a straight body and a slightly protruding beer belly.

Stationmaster Moulton's ancestor seemed to be a down-and-out nobleman. Although he was already down and out, his family was above average in Arkham since he was a child, which gave Stationmaster Moulton a good tutor.

A well-fitting dark blue uniform, combined with his neatly combed black hair, well-trimmed mustache and rather handsome appearance, made this old man full of years and maturity.

Among the divorced middle-aged women in Arkham, Stationmaster Moulton is indeed very popular.

Not only is the family well-off, but he is also quite good-looking, and even has a very elegant and artistic temperament.

Paintings, red wine, and cigars are the labels that have been attached to Mr. Moulton for nearly 20 years.

As long as he is in his free time, people can often see him sitting in the yard full of sunflowers, or by the wall covered with morning glory, drawing realistic paintings, smoking a cigar, and tasting a good wine. red wine.

"Hey! Station Master, have you seen the queen? Is she pretty?" Two days have passed, and the people below are still asking.

Stationmaster Moulton touched his mustache and shook his head with a smile: "I didn't see it. The entire train station was taken over by the mayor of Arkham that day, so I could only take a look from a distance."

"What a pity! I heard that Her Majesty the Queen is the most beautiful woman in the entire empire!" The young and energetic boys below were a little restless.

Stationmaster Moulton smiled and didn't say much.

Stationmaster Moulton is not only the favorite of middle-aged and elderly women, but also has good popularity in the circle of men.

When mentioning this webmaster, the first thing that comes to mind is that he is easy-going, kind, and kind to others, and he is a really good person.

It is said that the webmaster has not quarreled or had trouble with anyone for almost 20 years.

Not to mention the well-ordered Arkham, even in the chaotic period before, when the gang members and gangsters of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce entered and exited the station, they never made things difficult for the station master Moulton, and they never even spoke ill of each other.

Station Master Moulton trained his subordinates very well. Although he didn't say much, the group of young people stopped immediately. They squeezed the batons in their hands and looked around with full energy. .

As the passengers gradually walked out of the station, the whole station also became deserted.

At this time, Morton found a young man who was holding on to a pillar and vomiting continuously.

"Ruhr, go and have a look." Moulton couldn't move casually because he had to guard the Queen's train.

A healthy young man in his 30s standing beside Moulton strode over, reached out and patted the young man who kept vomiting and asked, "Sir, are you all right?"

At this time, the vomiting young man slowly raised his head, and he could see that his face was white and blue, the pupils of both eyes were a little loose, and there was some filth at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel... very uncomfortable." After speaking, the young man bowed his head again and began to vomit.

Ruhr held his breath and looked down, and found that what the young man spit out at this time was no longer half-digested food, but a large amount of gravel-like things mixed with weird yellow hair, which looked very weird and disgusting.

Seeing this scene, Ruhr couldn't help clenching his fists, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

In the next second, he wanted to quickly turn around and leave, but found that he had lost control of his body.

At this time, the young man suddenly turned his head at an angle that ordinary people could hardly reach, grinned open his mouth full of filth, and said in a somewhat crazy tone: "Did you see that? The great angel is flying in the air!" , the elves in the deep sky filled my body."

In the next second, the young man's eyes gradually protruded outwards, and then he rushed directly to Ruhr.

Ruhr, who is 1.8 meters tall, didn't react at all, and was thrown down directly.

Seeing that something was wrong, the rest of the staff rushed over and pulled the young man away.

"Go, call the police." The station master Moulton said to another young man, and he didn't move casually, because protecting the Queen's train was his first task now.

However, he was not idle either, his deep dark blue eyes swept twice, and then he saw the vomit that the young man spit out.

"The good ones don't come, the ones who come are not kind." The station master Moulton squeezed his fist.

At the same time, a gust of cool autumn wind blew by, and the spit out gravel seemed to follow the autumn wind and left the station...

　Yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival... embarrassing.Maybe I ate too much yesterday, which short-circuited my not-so-smart brain.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)