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Chapter 118 Zatanna, the Circus's Chief Magician

Lana felt a little uneasy when she saw Peter staring at her.

Realizing that he was being a little rude, Peter quickly looked away, coughed and said to the other person: "When you work part-time at the bar, it's best if your Aunt Neil is by your side, otherwise you will encounter such troubles."

"I'm fine. Thank you, Uncle Padraic."

Lana thanked Peter again and again and left with the tray.

Peter watched Lana's back as she left, lost in thought.

The mark on Lana's hand was exactly the same as the one he saw on Teacher Katie.

Teacher Katie is the descendant of the witch Elizabeth. Could it be that Lana is also one of the descendants of the three witches who were burned to death?

Sitting back at the bar, he picked up the glass and tasted the mellow beer in it.

Lana is Clark's dream goddess. It seems that he needs to pay more attention to her movements in the future.

If Lana were to be possessed by a witch, Clark would be in trouble.

Padraic Farm.

"Dad, can I see the circus?"

Star-Lord asked expectantly.

"There will be a circus performance tomorrow, with clowns, various magical animal performances, and magic shows."

Star-Lord said that he would go even if he couldn't sleep just to see the magic show.

"Magic show?"

Peter pretended to think seriously, "Dad thinks I can perform for you, too. Like the card counting magic that Dad performed for you last time, what do you think, Star-Lord?"

Star-Lord said with a bitter face: "Dad, you performed very well, but he is a professional. I heard that he is a very amazing magician who can turn pigeons into teddy bears."

"is it?"

Peter rubbed his chin and looked at Clark and Zu.

"Do you want to go too?"

A-Zu was watching TV. When he heard the question, he turned around and said, "I don't care, Dad. I'll go wherever you go."

Clark thought for a moment and said, "Godfather, I want to go too."

"Aren't you practicing your heat vision?"

Peter asked him, "Did you succeed in practicing?"

"Half the battle is won."

Clark said with some pride, and said he wanted to show it to Peter.

At the dining table, Clark took a deep breath and aimed at the corn wrapped in tin foil.

As his hot gaze burned on it, the tin foil was heated and slowly expanded.

"Great Clark, how did you do that?"

Before Clark could answer, Zu said beside him, "Dad, he can breathe fire when he thinks of Lana. This must be what you mean by the heat of love that melts everything."

"Oh!"

As A-Zu spoke, Clark got so excited that he lost control of his strength and turned the roasted popcorn into fried popcorn.

"good."

Peter pretended nothing had happened and picked up a popcorn and put it in his mouth.

"It seems that you are still a little bit out of control, Clark. Remember to keep your emotions stable next time."

Clark: “.”

The next day, night.

After Star-Lord's long day of waiting, the circus show finally began.

Peter arrives on the scene with Star-Lord, A-Zu and Clark.

After the "zombie" incident, the auditorium was renovated and restored to its former glory.

When Peter and his companions arrived, the place was already crowded.

Amid the noisy sounds, several people walked towards the location that had been reserved in advance.

We met many familiar faces on the way, such as Neil and Lana, Officer Ryan, Officer Chandler, Teacher Martha McConaughey and others.

After exchanging a few words with everyone, Peter walked to the reserved seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

On the other side, at the circus, the girl Zatanna Zatara was resting backstage and preparing to take a nap.

Sitting in front of the mirror, she lowered her head and fell asleep.

"Get out of bed!"

Suddenly, her father's voice sounded, calling her to get up.

She looked up suddenly and saw her father pushing the door open and walking in.

"dad?"

"Little lazy pig, you can't stay in bed any longer. It's already five o'clock in the morning."

Zatanna's father came over and ruffled his sleepy daughter's hair.

Zatanna, with long black hair, said to her father in a depressed tone: "Dad, why is it so important? Why do I have to learn these things? Learn to speak backwards?"

She was a little tired of having to practice speaking backwards every day.

For example, just now when my father called me to get up, he spoke it backwards.

Every morning at five o'clock, her father would wake her up with a simple command.

Then Zatanna would obey without a second thought, like a charm.

As the sun rose, she would continue her father's training, such as freeing herself from a straitjacket or practicing card counting.

When she practiced, her father would only give her instructions backwards and ask her to repeat them.

For example, when she picked up a lock, she could only whisper "unlock", and when she drew the ace from a deck of cards, she could only say "give me the ace".

"Dad, I don't understand."

Zatanna rubbed her eyes, revealing her pink pajamas from the upper body, and asked her father, "Do I have to say it backwards?"

“You want to give up the best stage machine since Houdini?”

Her father smiled and sat down beside the bed and said to her jokingly.

"No, Dad, I don't understand. I can feel the magic in the air, right now. I can feel it around me. I know I can reach out and touch it."

The Zatara family has been mainly engaged in magic performances for generations.

But she knew that magic was just a cover-up. The people of the Zatara family were proficient in magic and they were real great magicians.

Zatanna asked her father in confusion: "Dad, I saw your eyes and I can see how scared you are. I can master magic now, why are you so scared?"

Not expecting his daughter to ask this out of the blue, Zatanna's father was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up.

"Of course, you are right, my little zebra. If we want, we can pull pure magic from the air around us and change the laws of nature, but..."

He paused, then said to his daughter, "But that energy comes from somewhere, and it must go somewhere. Magicians like us harness and control this energy in an orderly manner. Our family uses language to control it."

As he said this, he raised his hand and chanted the spell "Insects, fireflies, and dolls."

As the spell was recited, the doll on Zatanna's bed turned into a firefly and flew into the sky.

Looking at the fireflies flying in the sky with flickering light, my father stretched out his hand and let the fireflies fall on his fingers.

"Other families might use artifacts, potions, or even demon blood, something powerful enough to withstand that price."

He stared at his daughter's thoughtful eyes and continued, "You know, Zatanna, magic is dangerous. The more powerful the magic, the more painful the price. We try our best to protect ourselves, but we are only mortals after all."

Zatanna blinked and watched as Firefly turned into a doll again and landed on her bed.

"The magic is the same no matter what method you use, irony, spells, boiling pots, it's just a trick, dear, it's just a trick, it's a misdirection."

Zatanna's father said to him earnestly: "Only in this way can they not see what we do."

"them?"

Zatanna asked her father confusedly, "Who are they, Dad?"

She could sense that her father had always been afraid of something, those horrible things lurking in the darkness that made her father conceal his existence and dare not reveal it.

"who are they?"

Zatanna's father stared at the rising sun outside the window, "The most powerful sorcerer in history, has given it many names."

"It is the Abyss, it is the world of darkness, it is the Great Darkness, and in whispers the magicians speak of its nature."

Zatanna frowned as she listened to her father's story.

She seemed to be able to sense a whispering presence in the darkness, watching all of them.

Just as she was about to ask her father something else, the room suddenly became dark and her father disappeared.

She wanted to stand up, but the next second she saw countless black, sticky tentacles rushing towards her.

"call!"

Zatanna leaned back, raised her head suddenly, and suddenly woke up from her dream.

Breathing slightly, looking at herself in the mirror, she swallowed and wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead.

The girl in the mirror was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick black hair and a delicate and heroic face. She wore a tight white dress that outlined her well-developed figure on the upper body, and a black evening gown on the lower body.

"Button! Button! Button!"

There was a knock on the door and Zatanna looked away from the mirror and stood up.

"Are you okay, Zatanna?"

The leader of the performance saw that Zatanna was not in a good mental state and asked her with concern.

"I'm fine. I just took a nap and dreamt about some things from the past. It will be fine in a while. I can adjust myself."

"Very good, the performance will start soon, keep up the good form."

After giving Zatanna a few instructions, the captain walked out of the room.

After the captain left, Zatanna took out a necklace from her evening dress.

With a "click", the necklace opened, revealing the photo inside.

Looking at her father in the photo, her expression became complicated.

Ever since her father disappeared, she has been traveling around the world looking for him.

At the same time, in order to make a living, she is active on stage as a stage magician.

I don’t know when my wandering life will end.

She closed the necklace, looked at herself in the mirror, then turned and walked towards the stage.

The curtain of the auditorium was drawn and the lights in the entire place dimmed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are the Great Funny Circus, and you are about to see the most incredible show."

As the host spoke passionately, the stage curtain slowly opened.

"The first one to come on stage is our stage magician - Zatanna Fassbender!"

Hearing the magician's name, Peter suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)