I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Brian took out the examination report and respectfully handed it to Richard with both hands:

"Everything is normal. According to Dr. Miller, I am very healthy, unlike someone who has just had a heart attack. He couldn't even find the cause of my coma."

Richard picked up the medical report and glanced at it. The name was a pseudonym, and the time was exactly the same as the last time. It seemed fine.

The biggest problem is high blood pressure and coronary atherosclerosis, which are probably the cause of Brian's previous angina.

Other indicators are basically normal.

It's amazing that the resurrection could even clean up the blood that filled the chest cavity?

Previously, he regarded "resurrection of the dead" as a high-end biomedical technology that could heal all wounds.

The current situation is inexplicable.

The blood that Catherine spilled on the ground will not disappear when she is resurrected.

However, the blood in Brian's body disappeared.

Time reversal for individuals?

It's hard to explain.

If it were truly possible to reverse the damage, there shouldn't be any traces of Catherine's blood left on the ground or her clothes; it should all have returned to her body.

Moreover, all external injuries were healed, but chronic diseases such as hypertension and coronary atherosclerosis were not, which is very strange.

What counts as a chronic disease? What counts as a wound? Does diabetic foot ulceration count?

Unfortunately, there are too few slots for resurrecting the dead, and it consumes too much mana. Otherwise, Richard could have determined the limits of injuries that resurrection could heal by repeatedly resurrecting the dead.

Richard put down the examination form:

"Could this be a fake medical report?"

"Impossible," Brian said confidently.

"I had Doug follow him the whole time, and..."

Brian glanced at the door before whispering:

"Dr. Miller is one of my men."

Politicians are indeed cautious; no wonder Brian only used Miller.

Richard said with satisfaction:

"That's good."

This also relieved a worry that Catherine might have some health issues, which could cause a big problem if the hospital found out.

It now appears that as long as he is resurrected, his body can be fully restored.

He's even a little too healthy.

Richard leaned back, his hand resting on the armrest:

"So, tell me about the future. What are your plans?"

Brian glanced cautiously at the calm Richard. Unsure of Richard's thoughts, he could only tell the truth:

"Next year is my election year, and I am seeking re-election."

"How's the election going?"

Brian sighed:

"This is a big problem. New York is an indisputable blue state, and the Elephants pose no threat to me, but there's a lot of pressure within the Donalds. Some bastards in the party think I'm too old and should give way to Marty. My current coma will definitely embolden Marty."

"Several of my key supporters are wavering, and the wolves on Wall Street aren't optimistic about me either. Damn it! I've been re-elected nine times, but my campaign has only raised $3.5 million so far this year! That's barely enough to run for a seat in Alabama, let alone New York!"

Brian looked at the age spots on his arms and felt a pang of sadness.

"Twenty years ago, I could go 30 hours straight without sleep to participate in campaign events; today, I just attended a high school event, and I suddenly died of a heart attack..."

Richard concluded:

"Aging is humanity's greatest enemy."

Brian looked sorrowful, with a touch of bitterness in his declining years:

"Yes."

Human? That's a rather odd word.

Richard said calmly:

"I will grant you a longer life to help you defeat this enemy. And you, you will dedicate the rest of your life to me!"

Brian paused for a moment:

"What?"

A golden finger touched his forehead, and the golden light seemed to come alive, blending into his skin.

The next second, Brian was jolted.

The forehead, which was originally full of wrinkles, became flatter at a visible speed, the sagging eye bags were reduced, the breathing became longer and more even, and the muscles became stronger.

The 68-year-old body, which had been tormented by heart disease for many years, gradually straightened up, and he looked about 50 years old instead of 68. He was still aging, but he was much more energetic.

"I...I..."

Brian spoke haltingly and incoherently, his voice hoarse and trembling, completely unable to form coherent sentences.

I feel young again!

I'm so young!

He was perfectly lucid; this was definitely not a hallucination caused by drugs.

Brian was left in disbelief by the sudden stroke of incredible luck.

He couldn't tell whether Richard was a god walking on earth or a cunning devil!

However... even if it's a deal involving the demon's soul, he accepted it!

No one covets a young body more than the elderly!

He is my god as long as he can keep me young!

Brian said with the purest reverence:

"My lord! For the rest of my life, I will fulfill your will!"

A demon that can restore youth is God walking among men!

Richard withdrew his finger.

Another 10 points of magic have been consumed.

He felt a pang of heartache, for he still lacked the conventional means to restore his magic power, and every bit of magic was extremely precious.

But Brian is a very important servant, and appropriate investment is necessary.

"Servant Brian Anderson's physique: 8->10".

Catherine's constitution increased by 3 points, while Brian's only increased by 2 points, indicating that servant enhancement has a certain degree of randomness.

"Okay, you can continue your campaign. I need to see you still in the House of Representatives next year, or even better. I don't like losers."

"Yes!" Brian's face turned pale. He had no doubt that Richard could kill him using mysterious methods.

The seemingly young Asian man before me might actually be an ancient monster who has lived for countless years...

Richard's voice was incredibly seductive:

"However, if you do well, I can grant you an even longer life!"

"A longer lifespan!" Brian said, barely containing his excitement.

"Rest assured, my lord."

A fierce fighting spirit surged within him.

Marty!

Anyone who dares to block my way, die!

When it comes to life and death, he will not leave any room for the enemy.

Richard calmly replied:

"Next, tell me about your situation. I want to hear everything, including your family, finances, capabilities..."

......

Doug glanced at his watch. His boss had actually been chatting with a strange young man for so long?

That's really rare.

He got up and looked into the ward. Brian was saying something, and Richard listened quietly, like an old man reminiscing about the past.

Sigh, the boss is really getting old.

Doug picked up a magazine and sat back down in his chair.

If my boss loses the election this year, I'll have to find a new job next year.

......

"That's it," Brian concluded his report.

Richard's 15 points of physical strength gave him a powerful memory, allowing him to firmly remember Brian's situation.

Richard commanded:

"First, I need a letter of recommendation from Princeton."

Brian paused for a moment.

A supernatural being capable of resurrecting the dead wants this thing?

Is Richard a god, an alien, a superhero, or some kind of demon?

Why does he pretend to be in human society?

Brian's mind raced, but he dared not hesitate to speak:

"OK! No problem! I'm not a Princeton graduate, but I can find the right person. Leave it to me."

"Secondly, there's an NYPD officer named Mike Dixon. Is there any way to make him disappear?"

"Mike?" Brian asked, his head aching.

"My lord, that fellow is not to be trifled with."

He didn't dare ask Richard why he had offended Mike.

Richard was slightly surprised:

"A congressman can't even handle a sheriff?"

Brian, fearing Richard would think he hadn't done his job well, quickly explained:

"He's Henry Wade's man. Henry Wade is the director of the NYPD. When I was still at the NYPD, Henry Wade and I didn't get along."

"If Henry Wade knew I was going after Mike, that bastard would have protected Mike to the death. In fact, if it weren't for Henry Wade's support, given Mike's style of doing things, he would have been in court long ago."

"Furthermore, Mike's abilities are truly exceptional. Ten years ago, he single-handedly stormed into a gang, was shot three times, killed seven gunmen, blocked a shipment of goods weighing several hundred pounds, and held out until backup arrived. In short, Mike is Henry Wade's sharpest blade!"

Richard frowned.

I didn't expect that guy to be so fierce.

Brian continued:

"But it's not impossible. Inspector O'Connor is one of my men. We can try to get Mike on administrative leave, or even get him out of the NYPD. But you know, my lord, this is not something to rush."

Richard nodded.

He's not in a hurry.

Mike's attention is currently focused on Catherine, and he can cut off the threat at any time.

"Anyway, you handle him and don't let me down. You're not my only subordinate. The first enhancement is free; the next one will depend on your performance."

When it comes to his own lifespan, Brian is filled with fighting spirit:

"Don't worry, my lord! It won't be long. Mike will be completely out of the NYPD soon, and then things will be much easier."

......

When Doug returned to the ward, a makeup artist was applying makeup to Brian's face.

Brian laughed:

"I can't let Marty see my weakness."

In reality, he had to use makeup to conceal the fact that he had suddenly become younger.

Half an hour later, the makeup artist left.

Doug sat quietly in his chair, watching:

"Mr. Anderson, you do look much younger with makeup, but Marty will attack you for using makeup to cover up your aging."

"Hmph!" Brian scoffed.

"Will he stop attacking me if I don't wear makeup?"

Doug gestured with his chin and asked tentatively:

"That kid's not bad?"

"Very good." Brian sat up straight.

"Is there anything else wrong with my face?"

Doug thought for a moment:

"Your eyeliner is a bit too heavy; Marty might use that to attack your sexual orientation."

"Hahaha!" Brian laughed triumphantly.

"Isn't this a good thing? This is New York, and it reflects Representative Anderson's support for multiculturalism."

Doug calmly said:

"But you might annoy your longtime support base, the police gang. You know, the police gang doesn't like sissies."

Brian scoffed:

"How many people are in the police force? For 20 years, high schools throughout New York have been promoting sexual orientation freedom to students. After all these years, how many high school students actually support or outwardly support sexual orientation freedom? They're all adults and able to vote by now. Besides, I'm just drawing a line; I haven't explicitly endorsed it. It's a vague line that can help me gain more votes."

Doug did not refute:

"OK, you're the boss, you call the shots. I'll revise your campaign slogan and speech to match your new image."

Brian was cornered by Marty. With the election outlook this year looking very bad, it was only natural to make some changes.

However, Doug was still surprised that Brian Anderson, who came from the New York Police Department and always considered himself a redneck tough guy, would make such a change.

But isn't this the kind of boss he likes?

Ambitious, unscrupulous, and utterly shameless.

Doug scrutinized Brian's new look:

Every choice has its advantages and disadvantages.

Brian is full of confidence:

"The profits will definitely be greater, just like I've always been a winner!"