In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1487: Bird and return (32)

The Forgotten Bar at night is much more lively than during the day. The dim candlelight swayed, and the copper wine glasses in the hands of the magicians were plated with a bright luster. Magicians wearing magician robes of different colors sat in groups. Together, they were used to whispering, while many horned half-demons or elves from Maia gathered together to shout and fight wine.

The owner of the Forgotten Bar, Jim the Night Master, was sitting behind the counter wiping wine glasses. A female half-demon with horns on her head and a goat's hooves came to the bar and sat down. She flicked her long whip-like tail and knocked on the counter. desktop, said in a gentle tone.

"Your Excellency, Master Dark Night, is there any news recently? As you know, the demon general I served was recently killed by his son. I have to find some fun to coax that stunned young man who just took over."

Jim focused on appreciating the wiped wine glass in his hand, and said to the half-demon woman without raising his eyes: "I didn't expect that you really encouraged that quail-like major general to attack his father." Alright, Sharia, do you really think he can hold up the entire Shadow Scorpion Legion?"

"He's much better than his father." The half-demon called Shalia put his face on his hands and said, "The times of **** have changed, that old scorpion can only swing his fists, it's not as good as His son is smart, and I just want to follow a wise master."

"There are some new news recently, but you don't want to be a white wolf with me."

"Oh? About what?"

Looking at Jim's calm expression, Sharia smiled and said helplessly, "Give me a cup of soul brew, add more sinner's blood, and I'll pay the highest price."

In this way, Jim nodded in satisfaction, turned around and took out the ingredients from the cabinet behind him and began to mix the wine. While adding the ingredients into the mixing glass, he said: "Some time ago, Dr. Zebub, and the power of Beelzebub has not responded to anyone's call recently, maybe they have signed a contract of sole agent."

"This is not really news." Shalia flicked her tail with some dissatisfaction and said, "It all happened more than half a month ago."

"Well, have you heard about the All Souls Cemetery in London?"

"What happened to the Cemetery of All Souls?" Saria leaned forward, making a curious gesture, staring closely at Master Dark Night's face with her red vertical eyes.

"A lot of graves in the Wanling Cemetery have been dug up. The gravekeeper, Master Katz, has not yet found the murderer. It is estimated that he will come here in a few days to issue a reward order."

Shalia raised her eyebrows, and said with some disdain: "It is estimated that those undead mages who played with skeletons did it again. What is so strange about it, we just need to see if the price of undead materials on the black market has been reduced. Do you know?"

But Jim, the master of the night, shook his head and said: "The strange thing is that this gravedigger just dug up each grave one by one, but he didn't take a single corpse."

Shalia frowned, she thought for a while, and said: "Could it be that the people buried in the Cemetery of All Souls have a grudge against him? But aren't most of them ordinary people there? There is no need to dig the graves of ordinary people, right?"

"Who says no?" Jim handed the mixed wine to Sharia, and said, "We are more inclined that he wants to trouble Katz, the eccentric necromancer He has been in Wanling Cemetery for so long, and some people have long been unhappy with him."

Shalia held the wine glass and sighed softly and said: "I don't think it's that simple. If he really wants to trouble Katz, he should take away the corpses so that Katz has no magic materials and dig up the graves one by one. , is useless except to anger Katz."

Just as we were talking about this, the door of the Forgotten Bar slammed open, and a gust of cold wind came in, and the customer by the door cursed dissatisfiedly: "Which **** is so rude?  … Graveman Katz? Why are you willing to leave the Cemetery of All Souls?"

"Because a **** **** came to my place to make trouble, I'm here to issue a reward order!"

The Necromancer named Katz is a skinny little old man, wearing a tattered black robe, with a bunch of keys pinned to his waist, human bones can be vaguely seen in the rag bag full of dirty muddy traces .

"Long time no see, Master Katz, we haven't seen each other since you became the Archmage?" Jim greeted him.

"Don't talk nonsense, Jim! Don't think that I forgot that you were standing on Popon's side, and quickly bring the reward order. When I catch that **** bastard, I must make him look good!"

Kats knocked on the table of the bar very irritablely. Jim didn't mind his rude attitude, but turned around to get the reward order from the cabinet, and explained: "I just don't want the two archmages in my A fight in the pub would turn this place into ruins."

"That coward Bopang didn't dare to fight with me. Everyone knows that he owes the lava lord a debt. Now he doesn't even dare to leave the mage tower. I said earlier that he will not end well!"

Kaz snorted coldly, but did not continue cursing. He lowered his head, picked up a pen and began to fill out the reward order. Sharia, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, put down her wine glass, quietly walked to Katz's side, and said He said: "Master Katz, I have known you for a long time. I am Sharia. I heard that a **** dug up the cemetery of the All Souls Cemetery and angered you. Maybe I can help you."

As soon as Katz raised his head, he looked at Saria from head to toe with cold eyes, and he didn't say until he saw her back was hairy, "Descendant of the succubus? Go away, I can't I don’t have time to play physical games with you.”

Shalia's face froze, but she still said: "If you issue a public reward order, then I can also take over the task, why don't you explain the situation in detail so that everyone can understand. "

Kaz hesitated for a moment, he pulled his beard, and said: "I don't have any details, but there is a **** I can't catch who comes to my graveyard every night. I even took the corpse out of the coffin and put it on the ground, so I have to clean it up every day."

"Only a few nights later, he plowed the entire Wanling Cemetery, and he dug up almost all the corpses, but he didn't take any of them away, he is simply a lunatic! "

After a while, Katz's reward order was written, and Jim pinned it on the reward bulletin board, but almost everyone lost interest after just looking at it.

Kaz is used to being stingy, and the price is very low, but what he has to deal with is the tomb robber who can hide from the eyes of the archmage. No one likes to do this kind of loss-making work, so this matter becomes a tavern guest The conversation between gossip and dinner, passed away with a smile.

Until three o'clock in the morning, most of the customers dispersed, leaving only a few drunks who were moved to the corner of the bar by the waiter, and waited until the last waiter finished his work, Master of the Night Leaning on the bar counter sleepily, waiting for dawn.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the back door of the tavern, and Jim was taken aback. He first turned on the lamp on the counter, and then took out a lantern from under the cabinet to light it. Holding the sword hilt at his waist, he walked towards the back door.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and the light from the lantern shone on a bearded face, a gust of cold air poured in, and Jim's exclamation echoed at the door: "John Constantine?"

"It's me." Konstantin looked a little tired, his voice was still hoarse, he held on to the door frame with one hand, and dragged a dark object with the other, Jim's heart trembled, he took two steps back, frowning Said: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Which demon chased you again?"

Konstantin sighed, shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you all? I have already washed my hands in the golden basin. There is no magician Constantine. I am just an ordinary person now."

"Ordinary people don't knock on the door of my place in the middle of the night, come in quickly." Jim stepped aside, illuminated the room with a lantern, watched Constantine's hands and feet, and with some effort put the black paint behind him The painted thing was dragged in.

As soon as the thing appeared in the light, Jim gasped. It was a coffin, still stained with mud, and it looked like a black coffin just dug out.

Konstantin half-kneeled on the ground, held the lid of the coffin to pant for a while, then stood up, complaining and said: "Although I don't like to use magic to solve everything, it's really good without magic. Convenient, do you have a toolbox here? I'm going to pry it open."

Jim slowly widened his eyes. In the dim room, he looked at Constantine and said, "Could it be that you are the tomb robber Katz wants to offer a reward for?"

"What grave robber? The Cemetery of All Souls was originally my territory, and the 'dead man' entrusted it to me to take care of it. That Katz just occupied the magpie's nest and regarded himself as the owner there."

Konstantin curled his lips, but Jim was still a little puzzled and said: "Even if this is the case, you don't need to dig a grave, do you? Just drive Katz away."

"It has nothing to do with that." Constantine shook his head, and began to look for tools in the room to pry open the coffin nails. After a while, he brought a crowbar, beckoned to Jim and said: "Come here, you help me light, I want to turn it on."

Jim stood in front of the coffin and watched Constantine put the crowbar into the crack of the coffin. He frowned and asked, "Who is in the coffin?"

"Andrew Bennett."

Jim gasped, a look of reminiscence flashed across his face, and he asked, "That sixteenth-century vampire?"

Konstantin nodded, and after fixing the crowbar, he stood up, stepped on the edge of the crowbar, and there was an extremely ear-piercing friction sound~IndoMTL.com~The coffin was pried open a gap .

"Why did you dig him out?"

"I have something to do with him." Constantine said solemnly: "Or maybe it's not that I have something to do with him... Forget it, let's wake him up first."

With a "bang", the coffin lid was finally lifted by Constantine. The man lying inside had short black hair and a strand of white hair on the left forehead. Pale, without a trace of blood, two fangs can be seen between the lips and teeth.

"Spell me the spell to wake up the vampire." Constantine turned to look at Jim and said, "I can't use magic now, if I make a noise to wake him up, your bar may not be able to open tomorrow .”

Jim sighed. Obviously, he had a very close friendship with Constantine and couldn't refuse his proposal, so he pulled out the Nightblade from his waist, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and read a few words in a low voice. mantra.

A ray of light opened, on the forehead of the man in the coffin, and then spread all over his body, making his whole body emit a glistening white light.

The man's eyelids moved, and with the trembling of his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes. Constantine bent over and looked at him with concern.

The moment the vampire named Bennett saw Constantine's face, he hurriedly grabbed the lid of the coffin, and with a "bang", the coffin was closed again.

Jim turned his head and stared at Constantine with a "swish". Constantine puffed his cheeks and made a strange sound with his lips.

"Back then, when we were investigating the cult together, there was a little... small accident."