Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 200 Constantine

Although the days in Gotham City seem to be not so peaceful recently, there are "earthquakes" every now and then, Arkham Asylum has been in the news several times because of prisoners escaping, strange underground creatures spread among some drunkards, and the relationship between the Clown Gang and Black Mask. The smell of gunpowder became increasingly strong.

But these are not the worries of magicians.

No matter how difficult life in the mortal world is, it doesn't matter to these guys who have transcended the basic survival needs of ordinary humans to a certain extent.

Of course, there are also some magicians who have become interested in the so-called strange underground creatures, believing that they may contain secrets that can make them more powerful. They search for passages to the underground world to explore alone, and then completely disappear from the world.

Perhaps because those guys were too solitary, the disappearance of one or two magicians did not attract the attention of the entire dark magic world in Gotham. Most magicians still lived their own lives.

An old castle located on the outskirts of Gotham, with enchantment magic that can interfere with ordinary people's senses set up within a radius of one kilometer. This is where some magicians who are relatively active in diplomacy gather. Compared to those Superheroes in strange costumes, most of them look more like normal people.

Occasionally, one or two lucky drunks would break into this territory, and it would be difficult to find anything unusual.

Currency in the real world can also circulate in small amounts here. The bartender will sell the mortal drunkard a glass of magic drink, which will make the drunkard's already groggy mind even more confused. Then he will be easily guided to leave this place with a few casual words. .

"Does he have a pair of horns on his head?"

Jason, the young man who broke into this circle for the first time, widened his eyes in horror, pointed in one direction, and asked in a hesitant voice.

Terry sat opposite Jason, holding a glass filled with amber-gold liquid in his left hand. He glanced casually in the direction Jason pointed, and then pressed Jason's finger calmly.

A blue bead condensed in his mouth. After it was completely formed, Terry made a swallowing motion and swallowed the magic bead into his belly.

Terry took a sip of the amber liquid in the cup. This magical drink could enhance his mental power to a small amount, but it just so happened that he had shared the magic of mental power conversion from Bai.

Jason blinked, his expression clearly not believing Terry's words.

"Look, luckily they don't care about us."

"Even on the streets of Gotham, you're not afraid of being beaten when you point at others so casually?"

"Can you order me a drink too?"

"Why!"

As if he heard someone whispering about him behind his back, the man with the horns on his head turned around and grinned at Jason and Terry, revealing a set of sharp, yellowed teeth.

After the horned man over there chatted with other customers and walked away, Jason raised his head again.

Terry gently raised the wine glass and shook it. The other person shook his head, turned his head, and continued talking to the person next to him.

"There is no point in curiosity. The darkness of Gotham City is not only reflected in reality. The city is already shrouded in a layer of weird and evil magic. It is normal to attract some hellish creatures."

'Magic value +5. '

Terry glanced at Jason, who knew he was wrong and closed his mouth, sat there with his head hanging down and stopped talking.

Jason was quite dissatisfied: "Are you still going to force me to be an adult before I can drink? We criminals also pay attention to these things?"

"No - because I have no money."

In his mind at this moment, Terry is much cooler than Batman.

Terry ruthlessly rejected Jason's pitiful request.

"So he really has a pair of horns on his head! I can see it clearly."

"No."

Jason's eyes widened. The word hell gave him a sense of conflict and freshness that was extremely inconsistent with reality. The half-grown boy couldn't help but breathe a little heavier at this moment.

In fact, Terry's magic drink was not obtained in exchange for any currency, but in exchange for a piece of scarlet ore from the bartender.

Although after destroying the Keyan, his scarlet ore reserves reached hundreds of dollars, these things must not flow into the market in large quantities, otherwise the entire dark magic world in Gotham will know that this Chinese-American has successfully hidden the strange underground creatures. Amazing benefits gained.

So he could only take out one piece, firstly, to taste the drink, and secondly, it was equivalent to sending a message to a specific guy through the bartender's mouth.

"Stop talking so much. If you keep quarreling with me, I will throw you out directly. You have no magic power and no protection from me. Once you leave the barrier, your memory of this place will be wiped away." Seeing the extremely rebellious Jie, Sen wanted to squirm where he was, but Terry calmed him down with a casual threat.

For Jason, fighting for a sip of a magical drink he had never drunk before was not as important as continuing to follow Terry to experience these magical worlds that he had rarely seen in his life.

As soon as Jason shut up, Terry's ears immediately felt a lot clearer.

And his 'good luck' also came. Three seconds later, the gate of the castle sensed the arrival of new guests and automatically opened to both sides, and then an unshaven man walked in.

At this time, Black Terry was equipped with Bai's ghost goggles. Under the influence of Bai's magical pixel superpower, a circle of visual interference magic around the man's body was also regarded as a see-through object in Black's field of vision. Easily seen through.

Wearing a yellow trench coat, he held a half-burned cigarette in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were sunken, with thick dark circles, and he coughed from time to time.

He is definitely famous in the magic world, but he is notorious Constantine.

However, not everyone can see through Constantine's visual interference magic, or the magician who can see that the other party is deliberately hiding his face is too lazy to mind such nosy matters. Occasionally, there are one or two guests here who do not want to show their true appearance. Not surprising.

Just like the horned man Jason saw before, the appearance of the other demon's body must be quite ugly compared to human aesthetics, so he also used disguise magic to transform into a human-like appearance and come here to drink or chat with friends. This kind of thing is normal.

Constantine held the cigarette butt in his mouth, walked up to the bartender with ease, and tapped the table with his finger.

“A glass of Pharaoh’s feast.”

The bartender raised his eyelids, twitched his nose, and then showed obvious disgust in his eyes.

He smelled Constantine's scent, but instead of poking at him, he wiped the wine glass casually.

"You know we don't do credit here."

"Oh!"

Constantine slapped his head and put on an embarrassed smile: "I forgot."

Then he pretended to pick up his pockets, starting from the chest of the windbreaker to the buttocks of his jeans, and then started picking from the first pocket.

The bartender obviously sneered at Kang's behavior and snorted: "If you don't have money, just find a place to sit and cause trouble, I will directly expose your disguise magic."

"Don't be like this, brother, of course I have money, I'm just making a harmless little joke with you."

Constantine stopped moving, and with his empty hands he snapped his fingers, and then a silver coin with an ancient style jumped out from between his fingers.

The bartender glanced at the silver coin and then at Constantine.

"No more? This isn't even enough for a glass of the cheapest drink."

"What? Damn it, when did you guys increase the price?"

Constantine said angrily.

The bartender sneered, and then a sharp feeling hit Constantine's face, and the disguise magic that the latter had built around him immediately began to shake.

"Okay, okay, wait, then buy a message!"

Constantine didn't dare to lose his skin any more. The black magicians in Gotham City were completely different from the stupid ones outside. They had rich experience in how to deal with guys like Constantine.

"Just use this silver coin to buy the latest news about the underground that has been spread among the common people."

The bartender was silent for a moment and stretched out a hand to Constantine.

The latter was immediately overjoyed, because the other party would only collect money if the transaction could be established, which showed that he was lucky today.

Then the bartender pointed to a strange pair sitting in the corner, a young Chinese man and a white boy who looked around curiously.

(End of this chapter)