MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 290 I'm a born good person

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Today's Arkham-related configuration and personnel are very complete, and Ross doesn't need to make any complicated arrangements for his departure this time.

What's more, Massa City is only 300 kilometers away from here. If something really happens, at the speed of Loss' flight form, you can rush back to Arkham in more than ten minutes.

The only trouble is that the communication between the two sides is not convenient. Due to the blockade of Arkham, the telephone lines leading to Arkham from the outside world have also been cut off, and it is even more impossible for letters to be sent to Arkham.

Although it is indeed very troublesome in these aspects, it has not had much impact on Arkham. Due to the existence of sea routes and Borg's ships, Arkham can still be self-sufficient today.

But in order to further develop, these roads, such as telephone, must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise it will greatly slow down the process of Ross's plan.

This is also one of the core reasons why Ross is preparing to go out in person this time. He must complete everything in less than half a month.

At noon the next day, Joel did not go to the bar to fool around, but stayed in his hotel waiting for news.

His patience was quickly rewarded when a stocky policeman knocked on his door: "Now go to Arkham Sanatorium, someone wants to see you."

Joel suddenly cheered up and nodded respectfully: "Yes."

In an ordinary office in the Arkham Sanatorium, when Joel arrived, he found that there were already two people here.

One is the dream chaser who came here with him, Artus.

Seeing Artus, whose expression was completely different at this time, Joel knew that this guy should have succeeded in his dream.

Immediately, his inner positioning of Canadian Solar changed instantly, from a plastic friend who could be discarded and sold at any time to a business friend who could work together.

Beside Artes, sat a young man who looked a little arrogant and domineering.

The young man was dressed in casual casual clothes, leaning on the chair, his legs resting directly on the table, and whistling leisurely.

"Who is this guy? Dare to be so presumptuous here? Don't want to live anymore!?"

Artus still had some good impressions of Joel, and he waved happily when he saw Joel coming: "Come here!"

Joel walked over with a smile, and after a few words with Artes, he immediately learned the identity of this arrogant young man.

This young man is called Wilson Punk. He seemed to be a **** before, but now he is a part of Arkham, and he is a helper in this operation.

After Joel heard that the other party was from Arkham, he immediately put down his contempt and said with a smile: "Hello! Mr. Punk."

Wilson buttoned his booger and said, "It's not good, I haven't had lunch yet." Joel looked at Wilson's casual gesture, and although he was disdainful, he didn't say much.

After all, this kind of person is something he can't afford to offend.

At this time, the door was opened again, and then an extremely handsome and handsome young man walked in.

When Joel and Artes saw this young man, their hearts were full of shock, but their lower body was actually a little hard!

You know, both of them are serious straight men, and this young man doesn't have any feminine characteristics, just too... handsome!

The person who came in was naturally Charlemagne in his normal form.

Going to Massa, his hometown, of course, Charlemagne is indispensable.

After all, he was extremely familiar with there, and at the same time there was an innumerable love-hate relationship with him.

Just after Charlemagne came in, his eyes suddenly fell on the young man who was behaving frivolously and casually.

Immediately, he understood the deep meaning of it: "I didn't expect the mayor to go together!"

This frivolous young man named Wilson Punk was naturally changed from Ross.

He didn't know the details before, but he only knew that there was a mission that he needed to lead, and the destination was Massa City.

He was naturally very excited and looking forward to hearing this.

After all, it's time to end the ill-fated relationship he had there.

Charlemagne walked over in a two-person obsession, plain living: "I'm in charge of this operation, David Charlemagne."

Hearing the name, the two were instantly shocked.

Joel, who has been wandering in the province of Massa all the year round, is naturally shocked by this name. He is the idol of all young people in previous years and the pinnacle of true aristocracy.

As a senior aristocrat, Artes naturally knew the Charlemagne family very well. The century-old marriage between the two top families at the time was still talked about in the capital's aristocratic circle.

"My God! David Charlemagne! He's been in Arkham!" The two of them were full of horror and shock.

Charlemagne said calmly: "Although the two of you have different goals, they are related to each other. What I am saying now is that in the future plan, the two of you must strictly implement all my orders without any hesitation. "

"If I find out what else you have in mind..."

Charlemagne gradually released some of his own momentum~www.novelbuddy.com~ For a moment, the two felt like they were being stared at by an incomparably huge wolf, and the sharp fangs had been placed on their necks.

As long as the other party is willing, just one breath can make them die without a place to be buried.

When the two came back to their senses, they both saw that the other's forehead and face were covered in sweat.

Feeling a little bit, the back has been soaked with sweat.

"Understood! Understood! We must follow your orders with all our strength!" The two nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

Charlemagne continued: "Now go back and prepare, and leave at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

After Joel and Artes walked out of the room, Charlemagne curiously looked at the frivolous and arrogant Los: "Mayor, you are..."

Ross raised his eyes: "What's wrong with me? Are you trying to find fault!?"

With that said, Ross stood up lightly and stood in front of Charlemagne with a defiant expression.

Charlemagne was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Here, Ross returned to his normal appearance and asked with a smile, "How is it? Does he look like an arrogant scoundrel?"

Charlemagne commented: "Young master, you are a rogue, and you are not related to dandy and young master."

"..." Loston felt that his self-esteem had been thwarted.

As a young man with morality, quality, culture and ideals in the new era, it took Ross a whole night to brew this frivolous, dissolute, and ruffian look. He originally wanted to be a playful young master. Refreshing.

But now, it is not good to be a teacher, and he is blocked by a sword before he can make a move.

"It seems that I'm really a good person by nature! I can't play a bad person." Ross sighed helplessly.