Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 291 Artus' Past

After determining the target, Ross did not rush to inform Joel, but first met with Borg who came back.

In the mayor's office, Artes stood aside very anxiously, while Borg waited relatively relaxed and quiet.

"Don't be nervous, the mayor of Arkham is a very easy-going and enthusiastic person. He has excellent vision and will express enough kindness to all talents like you."

"Say all the things you know. If it is useful to the mayor, you can definitely win his asylum."

Hearing Borg's words, Artes was a little relieved, and then thanked Borg again: "Thank you for your help."

"I didn't have many friends in the capital back then. You counted as one, so you don't have to be polite now." Borg said with a smile.

While the two were talking, the door of the office was opened, and under the watchful eyes of Artes, a handsome young man of literature and art with a slightly melancholy temperament walked in.

This young man is well-proportioned, with brisk steps, and his temperament looks more like a student who has just graduated. Apart from his aristocratic melancholy temperament and rather handsome face, there are not many things worthy of attention.

"Mayor!" Before Artes didn't know who this person was and why he came here, Borg's voice sounded beside him.

Artus was taken aback for a moment: "This is... the mayor who rules the entire Arkham!?"

Here Ross's eyes swept across Artes's face, and then he looked at Borg with a happy smile and asked, "Looking at you, you must have brought me good news again."

Borg strode over and shook hands with Los, then laughed and said: "You really know me very well. I went to the Augustus Empire this time, and I have officially contacted the big chaebol there, the Johnson family. Arkham's current status as a special zone is very promising, and there is a very strong desire for cooperation, but we are a little worried about our current situation."

Ross sat down casually, leaning back in his chair and said, "I have a feeling they shouldn't be worried by now."

Borg laughed suddenly, and then said proudly: "Under my lobbying, they have now believed in our strength, and in a few days they will send people over to inspect and say that if we solve the freight problem , they are ready to have a solid long-term cooperation with us at any time.”

Ross is very satisfied: "The Augustus Empire is rich in spices and excellent fabrics. These things are in short supply in our Rosas Empire. They have been controlled by the three major families of the military department for these years. It is time to change the dealer. "

Borg continued: "In addition, mayor, I also encountered two large-scale pirate groups this time. The two groups together have a total of 300 people."

"Oh? It seems that your acquaintance with them should be a very exciting story." Ross said with a smile.

Borg immediately wanted to tell about his bravery and strength at that time, but then he thought that Artes was still on the side, and then he stopped his desire to perform.

With a cough, Borg introduced: "By the way, Mr. Mayor, let me introduce you. This one is one of my few friends in the imperial capital, Viscount Reagan Arts. He now knows some very important things. The news may be able to help you."

Artus here hastily stepped forward, bowed and said, "Great and wise Mayor of Arkham, Reagan Artes sends you his sincere greetings."

Looking at the standard noble etiquette, Ross smiled and said, "Viscount Arthur, please sit down. Arkham welcomes friends who come with good intentions."

Artes said anxiously: "Dear Mr. Mayor, I am no longer a Viscount. My title, my company, and my land have all been taken away."

Under the anxious gaze of Artes, Ross still had a gentle smile on his face: "I like honest friends, Mr. Artes, and at the same time I like those who have stories, because in many cases, I may be able to help them revise The end of the story."

Hearing these gentle but domineering words, Atters immediately felt that his future was bright.

Under Borg's guidance, he sat down carefully.

At this time, the office door opened, and a beautiful red-haired girl in a white suit came in with two cups of black tea, and said to the two of them with a smile like a spring breeze, "Please use."

Artes hurriedly thanked him, watching the aroma and steam gradually emitted by the black tea, his whole body gradually relaxed.

Rose: "So tell me your story, Mr. Artus."

Artes took a deep breath and said, "I was a pretty viscount half a year ago, with a happy family, two pastures and a farm, and a bank established by our family."

"Financial talent?" Luoston's eyes lit up.

Artes nodded: "However, my happy and peaceful life was quickly broken."

"Serial murders happened one after another in the capital city. I thought that this kind of thing would be far away from the manor area with good law and order, but that night, a black shadow flashed past, and I passed out at that time."

"When I woke up, I found myself standing there covered in blood with a knife in my hand. In front of me were two maids in my family who were naked and lying there with their stomachs ripped open."

Los thought for a moment and said, "Serial Ripper? I seem to have heard the news."

Artes nodded: "That's the news, and a group of policemen surrounded me at that time, and then they accused me of being the serial murderer, saying that I killed six women in a row and possessed the act of rape. "

"Overnight, the Artes family was completely dusted. Faced with this iron-like evidence, my wife and children no longer believed in me. In the end, she took my children back to her natal family and has not contacted me since. Pass."

"There are many problems with this matter."

Artes clenched his fists: "Of course there is a problem! Because I was framed by those damn guys!"

"The running dog of the Eisen family, despicable Peng'ao!"

Borg on the side explained: "Li Peng'ao, a senior officer of the Merchant Guild, is mainly responsible for the financial cooperation between the bank and the Chamber of Commerce."

Ross nodded knowingly.

Artes clenched his fists and said, "Their goal was all for my family bank. They arrested me and tortured me to extract a confession. How could I admit it."

"Later! They directly admitted in front of me that all of this was designed by them for the sake of our family bank. As long as I sign the relevant power of attorney for property transfer, all previous charges can be cancelled."

"If I don't agree, not only will I die, but my wife and children will also be threatened!"

"I'm not afraid of death, but Lynn and Pol..." Artes was full of helplessness and worry.

(End of this chapter)