my cthulhu game

Chapter 235 Row of the Immortals
noon.

Arkham First Bank.

"Great. It's still open."

In the heavily guarded vault, standing in front of his safe, Richard Pickman muttered softly.

"What are you talking about?" The bank staff looked at him with strange eyes.Mr. Richard Pickman is also a relatively well-known painter in the Boston area, but in recent years he has become obsessed with it and his temper has become increasingly surly.

"The bank hasn't failed this year - oh, nothing, sorry. I mean, it feels good to be back in Arkham."

Pickman searched for details deep in his memory.

Long before he left the United States to go to Dreamland, Arkham First Bank was already a bankrupt bank.

He couldn't remember exactly which year the bank went bankrupt, but anyway, it was nice to be able to withdraw his money.

"If you have financial difficulties," said the staff member, recalling some recent rumors that Pickman was expelled from Boston's Artists Club due to some "artistic style" conflicts, "no matter how those Boston banks Say, we are all willing to lend you money."

At this time, Pickman looked somewhat embarrassed: his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his previously spotless clothes were covered with dust. According to him, he fell down on the road.

"Thank you very much," Pickman blinked, "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need the extra money right now."

That's why you're broke, Pickman thought.The manager of a big bank wouldn't lend money to a down and out artist who was kicked out of the ring.

As a local bank, Arkham First Bank is often generous enough to allow Arkham locals to defer their loans and debts indefinitely.Even when the mortgage had to be repossessed, the good-natured manager was reluctant to take the property of the folks: the result of this conscientious business strategy was that the bank eventually closed its doors.

No captain would leave treasure in a leaking ship.Conscience cannot save humans, nor can it save ghouls.

Apologizing to himself in this era, Pickman opened his vault.Anyway, the past self will go to the Dreamland sooner or later, and the gold will not be needed, he thought.He plans to directly exchange the family's gold bars for cash, which is what he is most in short supply now.

"..."

The vault is empty.

Only a few rough-printed bonds were twisted into balls and thrown in the corner of the safe.

"Check it out for me," the ghoul artist trembled angrily as he looked at the empty vault, "Who the hell stole my..."

"No... wait." Pickman suddenly remembered.

In order to become a special existence of the carcass eaters, Pickman paid some price... but he also got an inestimable "ability".

"I still have an account." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

……

Compared with some people, Pickman is undoubtedly lucky.

Boston.

A three-story building built on the outskirts of the city.

A grand reception is being held.The guests were both male and female, drinking and drinking.They talked about various topics, such as Verne's novels, the "Orient Express" on the European continent, the Egyptian archaeological expedition, and the upcoming auction in New York, just to name a few.

This is the activity center of the "Boston Society of Archeology and Occultism".In previous years, the society was a fraternity that only allowed male members to join, but in recent years it has also been open to women with "ability or potential".

The society pursues the principle of equality for all: after a one-year inspection period, each new member will be awarded the title of "Master" fairly, which is only symbolic.

Twice a week, the Society holds open gatherings open to all members who have been members of the Society for more than one year and to invited new members.

It's more of a fraternity than a society.

……

In a small room on the second floor.

Two men stood at the window, overlooking the crowd below.

"New memberships in Boston are getting worse. Maybe we should consider New York next time," said a bushy-haired man with an aquiline nose and haughty, grim eyes.His skin was dry and pockmarked, but even so he looked majestic.

"Really? I think it's pretty good. It's about time we lowered the threshold." Not far away, a fat man with brown hair and glasses said naively, "Kexia, Annie, and Hong , what do you think?"

The fat man turned to the rest of the room.Two women were sitting on the sofa, and an oriental man with closed eyes leaned against the door.

"How many times have I said it. In the 'Assembly', you must call me 'Nahab'." One of the old women said, she looked extremely ugly, with a hunched body.

"This is not your wizard's gathering, and you don't need those stinky rules," said the majestic man. "After all, it's almost time for you to abandon your crappy apprentices. They will bring you trouble sooner or later."

"Arkham Wizards will always have thirteen people," the witch Kesha snorted, "always will be."

"Great Nahab and twelve others." The fat man shrugged.

Sudden--

"What's the matter, Mr. Hong Zhou?" The girl sitting next to the old woman—she has long blond hair and looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old—showed a surprised expression.

"Someone is coming," the young man called "Hong Zhou" showed a vigilant look, "Shoggoth didn't make a sound."

He said "the Shoggoths didn't make a sound" in the same way he said "the watchdog didn't bark."

The two women stood up.The old witch put her hands into her sleeves.The fat man raised his cane.The majestic man faced the direction of the main entrance with a gloomy expression.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps.

The door was ripped open.

Gu Shun stumbled and rushed into the room.The future director of Arkham Asylum was in tatters, and the people in the room looked at him in astonishment.

"Gu!" The fat man seemed taken aback, but he still recognized the person in front of him, "Yog-Sothoth. NeblodZin, what's wrong with you?"

"Gu Shun, I know that you have also stepped into the ranks of the immortals," the majestic man snorted, "If you want to join us in the 'Silver Twilight' gathering...at least learn to be polite first."

Gu Shun took a deep breath.

Facing the most terrifying wizards in the United States, even he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

Once they realize that the Gu Shun in front of them is from the future, it's hard to say what they will do.

These people have a better relationship with Cthulhu and its deep divers than Hastur, who is far away in Taurus.Whether to eliminate the future leader of the "Yellow Seal Brotherhood" or treat him as a guest of honor depends entirely on one's mind.

But if you gain their trust, returning to the future will be easy.

"I……"

"Wait." The sweet-looking "girl" Annie suddenly stopped Gu Shun from speaking.She looked so young and full of vigor, but Gu Shun knew that her real age was older than the old lady Nahab next to her - Nahab had lived from the founding of Arkham to the present!

"Are you really Gu?" Annie asked calmly, showing the old fox's smile.

(End of this chapter)