Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 284 The Dreamer

Heisen City is the closest city to Arkham in today's Massa Province. In the past, it only took three hours to reach Arkham from Heisen City along the Miskatonic River all the way south.

If you drive your own car, it only takes two and a half hours.

But now, all the waterways, highways, trains, and all transportation methods coming here from the empire have been blocked.

There are also a large number of troops patrolling at major intersections. If they enter without authorization, the troops are qualified to shoot and kill directly.

Because of this, Haisen City has developed well in the past three months, not only because of the arrival of the army, the safety factor has been improved, but also because it is an important barrier to isolate Arkham, it has obtained some very special investment.

The bearded and dusty Artes has been in Haisen City for two days. He thought that he could easily go to Arkham from here, but found that he thought the problem was too simple.

The entire road to the southeast was completely blocked. It seemed that the territory of the Rosas Empire ended here, and going forward would be an extremely dangerous dead end.

This is very worrying for Artes. He has already circled the city twice. Due to the unfamiliarity of the place and the weird atmosphere, he didn't even dare to ask how to get to Arkham.

Fortunately, he got some news from an old man with a few bottles of wine last night.

After a few bottles of yellow soup, the old drunkard's mouth was as broken as that of his former neighbor Mrs. Lawson, grinding and chirping endlessly.

Artus spent a full hour sifting through the countless complaints and nonsense to find some useful information.

The entire southeastern part of the Rosas Empire is dominated by mountains and hills. Now that several roads are blocked, the only way to get to Arkham is through those steep mountain paths.

But now it's winter, and the snow and severe cold in the mountains may kill those people who entered the mountains at any time.

However, if there is a very remote mountain village about [-] kilometers northwest of Haisen City, the village is full of hunters who live by hunting and mountain goods. They know many trails in the mountains, and there should be one of them. Relatively safe, road to Arkham.

So early this morning, after Artes waited for two hours and paid a sky-high fare of [-] rosas, finally a car was willing to take him for a ride and send him to the hunter named Hunter. Small village.

"What's your name?" Sitting in the car, Artes asked this well-dressed young man in his 30s.

The young man smiled and said, "Joel, what about you?"

"Just call me Artus." Artes said cautiously.

Joel looked at Artes, and said casually: "You shouldn't be a local, right? How did you remember to go to Hunter Village? Not many locals know about that ghostly place."

Artes was a little nervous, and said falteringly: "It's nothing... I just want... to go hunting."

Joel didn't point it out, and said casually: "Look at you, you should be a successful person before, right? Why do you want to go to that place?"

After hearing this, Artes felt his heart move, looked up at Joel, and asked tentatively, "You are going too..."

Joel shook his head: "Just know it, don't say it."

Artes immediately understood and squeezed his fists: "Of course it's for revenge!"

"Revenge in Arkham!?" Joel was taken aback.

Artes shook his head: "Just looking for the power to revenge."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Joel immediately knew that Artes was a guy with a story.

And this kind of guy is the most suitable as a companion...to be used and betrayed.

So, he's happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Artes didn't know what was going on in Joel's mind.

Joel held the steering wheel tightly, looked ahead with piercing eyes and said, "Congratulations, you've come to the right place!"

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At twelve noon, the light snow had stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the blue sky appeared again.

Although the snow stopped, the wind picked up again.

In the depression between the two mountains, a small village is quietly located there. At this time, a few curls of cooking smoke rise, which represents the smoke and fire here, and at the same time declares the remoteness and loneliness here.

However, more than a dozen wooden houses are covered with snow, and the surrounding hillsides and paths are white under the sun. If exposed to such an environment for a long time, it is easy for people to suffer from very serious snow blindness.

At this time, in a wooden house, about a dozen people were wearing thin clothes and drinking wine.

"Hey! I made a lot of money by going out this time! The mayor! He must be protecting me!" A bearded man with a red face shouted, holding his wine glass high.

The others immediately booed: "It's just you!? The mayor doesn't like rough guys like you!"

Hahaha!

The others suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

"You know what a fart!" The bearded man stared at him, and then said to the bartender behind the counter, "Boss! I invite you this time! Except for the red nose!"

"Oh oh oh! Except for the red nose!" The others raised their glasses and booed loudly after hearing this.

The middle-aged man with the bearded man and the red wine-nosed nose who taunted just now turned a little bit embarrassed after hearing this, and curled his lips and said: "When I go out next time, I will definitely earn more than you!"

After a few rounds, this group of guys drank more and more energetically.

"Recently, the rumors are getting tighter and tighter. I heard that Joel has been arrested." A scarred face said.

"Really? That guy is a thieves, he's been arrested?" Others were a little disbelieving.

Scarface stared: "I can still lie! I saw it with my own eyes."

"You tm saw a fart with your own eyes!" At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Joel, who was covered in wind and snow, and his face and nose were red from the cold, walked in, yelling.

Everyone laughed again after listening, it seems that this group of guys have countless happy things every day.

Artes, who was following Joel, carefully looked at the group of fierce and strong men in the room, and suddenly felt a little guilty, and some dared not come in.

At this time, the dark-skinned middle-aged man behind the counter showed a hearty smile and said, "Come in, dreamer."

"Yo! Another dream chaser!?" Everyone was curious.

Joel glanced at Artes, walked over and said, "Mr. Whickert, two glasses of eau-de-vie."

Yes, the owner of the bar at this time is the former director of the Arkham post office, who believes in the king in yellow, kills the invisible, and can summon and ride the director of Bayaki.

After hearing this, Whittaker skillfully picked up two cups and poured out two cups of liquid like water.

Joel pushed a cup to Artes and said with a smile: "Drink it, the water of life, it will keep you warm on the road ahead. I won't tell anyone else the secret recipe casually."

(End of this chapter)