American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 151 Constantine: I'd like to see who your father is!
Kent Farm.

Locke's hoe moved rhythmically up and down, each strike precisely turning over the earth.

Although he has lived like this for fifteen years, Locke is clearly still enjoying this sense of grounded connection with the land, as if he can feel the life force surging deep within the earth through his palms.

Cough
Of course, secretly transferring a little bit of the energy from Gen Mountain to make the soil more fertile was just a side effect.

"Whoo~"

With a hiss, a seemingly inconspicuous bald head was seen shining brightly in the sunlight beside Locke.

The young man was using all his strength to pull an enormous potato out of the ground.

Let the soil fall gently, revealing the plump, round shape of the potatoes.

"As expected of Locke Farm's experimental field."

Lex weighed the heavy fruit in his hand, unable to help but admire it, his face beaming with the joy of a bountiful harvest. "This growth cycle and yield... it's simply defying the laws of nature..."

Whose potatoes grow this huge in just one month?!

Can this experimental field be considered an ordinary experimental field?
No wonder it's my uncle's family's soil.

If all the land in the world were...
It doesn't seem like it's impossible? After all, I remember an old saying from the distant East—

Under heaven, all land belongs to the king.

If one day the whole world were to become my uncle's, how much food would this magical country need in a year?

There should be no more hunger in the world.
Thinking of this, Lex couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling that his idea was a bit far-fetched.

Even his old father wouldn't dare to think that way, would he?

Shrugging, Lex turned with a hint of smugness to hand the perfect potato to Locke:

"Uncle, come and see my super big mound of dirt."

Lex suddenly stopped.

Uncle Locke had stopped what he was doing at some point. His hoe was hanging in mid-air, his brows were furrowed, and his gaze was fixed on the void in front of him.

It was as if I had seen something extremely unexpected.

have to say
That focused and solemn expression made Lex's heart skip a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

really
The next second, Locke shoved the hoe into his hand, his movements so fast that no one could react.

"Remember to pull out all the potatoes."

"?"

Looking at the endless potato fields before me, it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

A huge question mark appeared above Lex's head:

"Uncle Locke? Are you serious? There are plenty of them here."

"Zi"

Before he could finish speaking, Locke's figure was enveloped by a faint blue-white arc of electricity and vanished in an instant.

Only a slight popping sound and a faint smell of burning remained in the air.

"."

"Pull it out, pull it out."

Lex stood frozen in place, hoe in hand, for a long while before muttering to himself, "This is a test...it's definitely the ultimate test of my willpower and endurance..."

He began a powerful self-hypnosis, trying to convince himself that this was not simply hard labor.

Perhaps this is Uncle Locke's unique teaching and training method?

Is this a test of his patience and perseverance?
but.
Looking at the seemingly endless potato field, Lex had to admit it.
The joy of a bountiful harvest vanished completely.
All that remains is a deep 'love' for this potato field.

However, the bodyguards hiding in the bushes nearby immediately surrounded Locke as soon as he left:
"Young master, Mr. Locke has left, so what about this rough work..."

"roll!"

Lex waved his hand dismissively.

"This is my potato field."

His tone was firm, even carrying a strange sense of belonging: "Don't overcomplicate things!"

He did this to keep Uncle Locke neutral towards him and his father!

It's definitely not because she truly loves farming!

"."

Seeing the young master's certainty, the bodyguards naturally exchanged bewildered glances.

Helplessly and sheepishly, they retreated, leaving their esteemed young master in the deepening twilight.
Pulling potatoes alone.

Meanwhile, inside the barn.

Locke's figure quietly appeared, but his brows were furrowed even more as he stared at the panel in front of him, which flickered and eventually fell silent, a panel that only he could see.

[Saraphiel Kent/Fire Demon Shendu, 5 years old]

[Ability Awakening: Rule - Swiftness]

[Parental privileges included]

【Ding--! 】

[Current user detected. Two individuals are special.]

[Please ensure that both children develop in a balanced way, and do not neglect one for the other!]

"?"

Looking at the huge pop-up window in front of him, Locke had a big question mark on his forehead.

When did I ever neglect one thing for another?

I've been paying close attention to the development of these two children's abilities.

"and"

Locke felt a sense of unease. "How could a new rule suddenly awaken?"

He immediately tried to contact the wisp of lightning energy that had recently attached itself to Salafir in an attempt to sense the children's exact location.

However, what came back was nothingness!
How can it be? !
Although Locke was reluctant to admit it, the truth was...
Has the aura he left on Salafir completely disappeared?
It's as if they've been completely erased from this universe!
"Disappeared from this world?"

A terrible thought flashed through Locke's mind.
Could it be that the loss of control during the awakening of the rules caused Salafir to travel back in time due to excessive speed, traversing through space and time?

Locke took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Try to communicate with the Qilongting Space.

Thank goodness
This unique space has always been connected to the father and son.

"The capital city!"

Locke's demonic energy penetrated the spatial barrier and transformed into a spiritual link.

"Father?!"

A response came immediately from the other end, a voice tinged with surprise, which quickly turned into excitement, as if they were enjoying the drama: "Dad, are you coming? Come and see!"

"How am I supposed to get there?" Locke asked anxiously.

"You can sense my presence and accelerate to a certain speed, then we'll arrive. We'll wait for you patiently."

Wait for me patiently?

Hearing this, Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Shen Du sounded so expectant, it seemed that neither child was in any danger.

However, since they are so eager to provide a solution...
This made Locke both relieved and troubled.
This kid is clearly looking forward to seeing some kind of excitement.

Forget it
Let's draw two Seven Wolves together then.

No child who runs away without their father's knowledge will escape!
We agreed that today was just for Boy Scouting!

Whose Boy Scouts are going on a picnic to another world? What's going on? Are they launching a grand expedition?!
"You all wait patiently, Daddy will be there soon."

With a hint of helplessness in his mind, Locke calmed down and focused all his efforts on capturing and locking onto the unique aura transmitted from the Divine Capital through the Dragon Court. He began to gather massive energy around his body, preparing to give chase.
"Dudududu——!"

Just as he was about to start, the phone in his pocket rang at a very inopportune moment.

Locke clicked his tongue, answered the phone impatiently, and the energy around him slowly dissipated restlessly.

“Mr. Kent! I am the leader of the Boy Scouts!”

A young man's voice, trembling with fear and tears, came from the other end of the phone:

"I'm so sorry! I'm terribly sorry! We've encountered a landslide! It's...it's because someone was conducting some kind of geological survey on the mountain and used explosives! Salafir...it seems he rushed out to save a deer...and then he disappeared! We can't find him! Mr. Kent, you..."

"..."

Okay, crime solved.

It was all to save animal friends.

The child's kind nature made him both proud and worried.

Locke paused for a second, then said in a surprisingly calm tone, "It's nothing."

"what?"

"?!"

The team leader on the other side was stunned, unable to comprehend such a calm reaction.

“Sarafil is with me now.”

Locke, without batting an eye, told a white lie, "He's fine, just a little frightened."

"Oh my God...this is wonderful...this is wonderful..."

Upon hearing this, the team leader seemed to break down.

He broke down in tears on the other end of the phone, releasing the immense pressure in an instant.

Locke shook his head helplessly, offered a few words of comfort to the other party, and then hung up the phone.

Without pausing, he calmed himself down again and precisely grasped that wisp of aura from the capital.

This time, there was no more interference!

His figure blurred instantly in the barn, transforming into an extremely dazzling blue-white lightning bolt.

However, it did not move in a straight line as usual.

Instead, it seemed to cross a barrier along the Dragon Court space, suddenly collapse into a singularity, and then disappear completely.

Um.
The Forgotten Bar is about to welcome a parent who isn't in a good mood.
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Forgotten Bar.

"Come on, another cup, little one."

Jim chuckled and pushed a glass of milk toward Salafir, its surface still steaming gently.

At first glance
It's no different from any other beverage.

However, if someone with the ability to sense magic observes carefully...

You will then discover a very faint, soothing magical glow surrounding the milk.

Trace amounts of moonflower nectar and tranquil grass powder.

Um.
This was prepared by the previous bar owner for special customers.

It can effectively calm emotions and stabilize the mind.

It also isolates the senses to some extent from the interference of chaotic magical energy within the bar.

I never imagined that this kind of drink could actually come in handy in this chaotic latitude.

"Thank you, Uncle." Salafir said, then sipped her warm milk, her big eyes fixed on the older sister next to her, whose demeanor had suddenly changed.

是 的
At this moment, the magician had completely given up on maintaining her elegant persona.

She was resting her chin on one hand, swirling her wine glass in the other, and rambling on and on:

"...And then that old fogey actually said my reverse spell 'doesn't conform to traditional magical aesthetics'? Ha! Aesthetics?!" Zatanna's voice was slurred with drunkenness, yet still clear. "A spell that solves a problem is good spell!"

"Let him be chasing after Cerberus and biting his ass before he cares about aesthetics! Hiccup~"

"And those guys in the Magic Council, all they do is hold meetings every day, discussing who has jurisdiction over which dimensional rift. They've been arguing for hundreds of years and they've never actually gone to fix one! They're not as practical as one of my ironic spells!"

“Oh, by the way, Salafir, you know what?” “Last time, a customer actually wanted me to write a letter to his ancestors asking where the treasure map was, using a bag of fake gold coins? Did he think my Zatanna's General Store was a wishing well?!”

"So I turned him into a croaking frog, and he's probably still splashing around in the Amazon River right now! Hahaha!"

The little boy was amused and showed his two little tiger teeth.

He listened with great interest.

Although I couldn't understand some of the words, I felt that Sister Zatanna's experiences were much more exciting than the storybooks about the farm.

The magical world is truly amazing!
Salafir couldn't help but sigh.

At the other end of the bar, Jim and Bobo exchanged a glance.

"I said."

Bobo lowered his voice and pointed at Zatanna with his hairy finger:

"Is this girl beyond saving? Has alcohol and magical debt driven her insane?"

“Not entirely.” Jim’s heavy helmet rattled slightly as it moved up and down. “It seems more like an emotional issue. Old Zatara really should see his daughter like this… hahaha.”

“Jim, you rascal,” Popo the gorilla said irritably, “don’t mention Mr. Zatara in front of that girl.”

“I understand.” Jim pulled out a glass, his tone becoming pragmatic. “So before that, I need to earn more.”

"Om-!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of distorted spatial ripples at the entrance of the bar.

Immediately after
Then a disheveled man, wearing a wrinkled beige trench coat, with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and exuding fatigue and the smell of smoke, staggered in with unsteady steps.

What the hell.

The plague has arrived.

With a look of utter disbelief on his face, Jim saw him as if he were a walking calamity, and his voice instantly rose: "Back off! Back off! Back off!"

"Constantine?! What are you doing here today?!"

“Jim.” Ignoring his boss’s disdain, Constantine took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a grayish-white smoke ring, and looked utterly dejected. “Relax, old buddy. You’re the King of the Night.”

"A true king should have a broad mind."

He chuckled and said:
"Besides, I'm just tired and wanted to come here for a drink, the cheapest kind will do."

"Drink your ****!" Upon hearing this, Jim's eyes seemed to spit fire: "You said the same thing last time! And before you even finished a glass of wine, you were arguing with a devil!"

"They almost set my bar on fire!!"

"...This is unexpected."

Constantine chuckled awkwardly, his eyes darting around. "That was purely an accident..."

But obviously
His explanation was so weak and unconvincing that even he himself seemed not to believe it.

"Give me a small shot of strong liquor, you know I always pay on the spot. Unlike that gorilla."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored Bobo's murderous glare, and strolled leisurely to the bar with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Ok?
He blinked.

Only then did I notice the scene beside me.

A beautiful, voluptuous, dark-haired woman with a slicked-back, slightly drunk look, and one...
A five-year-old child is obediently drinking milk.

This bizarre combination stunned him for a moment, and he even forgot to flick the ash off his trench coat.

He sized up Salafir, then glanced at Zatanna, who was clearly drunk, and habitually sarcastically remarked:

"Wow...has the wizarding world become so competitive that it needs to hire child labor?"

"Or is this some kind of new...family combination?"

"Little guy, stay away from this kind of magician. He might sell you off one day."

"?!"

"Sir, what are you talking about?!"

"Leaving aside whether I'm reliable or not," Zatanna said, though drunk, her subconscious was still clear. She slammed her hand on the table in annoyance. "Please put out your cigarette! Can't you see there are children here?!"

"Scumbag! Put out your cigarette." Jim said irritably. "A bar is a public place. Since some customers don't want it, please put it out now."

"?"

Listening to the two men's lecture, Mr. Scum raised an eyebrow. Instead of putting out the smoke, he took another deep breath and deliberately blew a series of smoke rings toward the ceiling, grinning as he said, "Relax, old buddy, and this beautiful lady~ It's just a little bit of nicotine and tar. Maybe it can even help him get used to this terrible world in advance?"

His smile was provocative, yet also contained a hint of self-mockery:
"This is called... uh... adversity training, yes, adversity training."

What is this guy saying?
Salafir's brows furrowed slightly.

He disliked the smell of smoke on his uncle and his cynical attitude, especially the strange things he said to his sister Zatanna.

"?"

Seeing the two men's disapproving expressions, the man curled his lip.

but
A malicious glint appeared in his eyes.

"Hey, little guy, watch closely."

As if performing a magic trick, Constantine pulled two cigarettes from his trench coat pocket, put them in his mouth along with the other three, and then lit them all with a lighter, making the sparks burn particularly glaring in the dimly lit bar.

"Uncle will get you a job!"

He took an exaggerated deep breath, letting the cigarette butt burn brightly, and then...
He actually put them all in his mouth!

Then he casually picked up the liquor Jim had just poured and gulped down a large mouthful!
"Gudu——!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, clearly indicating that he had swallowed all the spicy liquor, which caused an unnatural flush to rise on his cheeks.

"Alright!"

He opened his mouth slightly, his words muffled, and wisps of smoke rose from it, sparks flickering on his tongue. The cigarette butt hadn't even...
"call out--!"

Not only were they not extinguished by the alcohol, but the sparks from the four cigarettes in his mouth suddenly burst into flames!

It wasn't ordinary combustion; it burst into flames with a "whoosh," as if gasoline had been poured on it!
The scorching flames and scalding smoke instantly poured into his mouth and nose!
"Whoa! Cough cough cough! Ptooey! Ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

Caught off guard, Constantine was so burned that he jumped up from the high stool, frantically spitting out the rapidly burning mixture of tobacco and scalding liquor from his mouth, coughing incessantly, tears welling in his eyes.

My tongue and lips were numb, and the front of my trench coat was soaked with sweat, smelling of alcohol and burnt food.

"puff--"

"Hahaha!"

Jim let out a suppressed laugh.

"By the God of Apes!" Bobo slammed his fist on the table and laughed wildly, "You plague god, you've finally gotten your comeuppance! Even smoke can't stand you!"

"Deserve it!"

Zatanna, also drunk, clapped her hands and laughed, "I'll choke you to death, you bastard who has no respect for the elderly or children!"

Um.
Salafir held her milk cup with an innocent expression, blinking her big eyes as if she knew nothing.

after all
The culprit was his younger brother in his mind's eye.

“Brother, I cannot tolerate anyone putting on an act in front of us.”

The smug voice of God echoed in Salafir's mind, carrying a sense of triumphant satisfaction at his mischievous act.

"Shen Du, your prank is too mean! And what do you mean by 'unacceptable'?"

"Brother Dior, haven't you been holding back for years?"

“But my cocky older brother is an exception.”

So you're a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong.
Salafir sighed inwardly, gaining a new understanding of the God Capital's personality.

Dad is right.

He's so awkward.

"Cough cough."

After recovering, Constantine's face was streaked with black and white, and there were some red marks from the burns.

Having been in the magical world for so many years, how could he not sense where the magical fluctuations were coming from?

With a dark expression, he strode up to Salafir, bent down, and spoke with an air of accusation:
"Little guy! Where are your parents?!"

"He just casually dumped you on this unreliable magician and let you do bad things with these... these little tricks?!"

However, before Salafir could even speak, Zatanna was already displeased by this rude question.

Even though she was drunk, she slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly: "Who are you! Why are you yelling at the child! Come at me if you dare! Dare to go out and have a mage duel with me?!"

Ignoring Zatanna, Constantine simply stared intently at Salafir:

“Look at this, little one.” He paused, then pointed disdainfully at the woman beside him, “…This is clearly a magician who talks nonsense when he’s drunk? What good can he possibly teach you?”

"This gentleman."

"Let's not even talk about whether it was me or not."

Salafir shrank back, intimidated by his aggressive attitude, but still mustered her courage and said, "Sister Zatanna is not an unreliable magician!"

"No? Little darling, how can you say it's not you?"

Constantine's face darkened further, and he laughed in exasperation:
"Did I light the cigarette in my own mouth? Hmm? Who else is in this bar besides you? Lying isn't a good thing, you know."

"It's enough!"

Zatanna was a little angry, and with her magic wand in hand, she wanted to...
"never mind."

After glancing at Jim, who was sighing beside her, Zatanna decided to put down her wand.

She pouted and took Salafir's little hand:

"Come on, little ones, we can't cause trouble for others."

This kid.
That's so reliable.

Upon seeing this, Jim was almost moved to tears.

Mr. Zatara, may you rest in peace.
"Sister Zatanna, why are we leaving?"

Salafir was puzzled. He couldn't help but mutter a rebuttal, his voice soft yet clear: "He provoked us first, and... he even blew smoke rings into the air in a public place! That's very impolite..."

He felt that the other party's rudeness was the starting point of the problem.

It has nothing to do with them.

"."

"Ha! I need your permission to smoke a cigarette? You busybody?"

Constantine was almost amused by this logic; he felt more and more that the child needed discipline.
"I think it's because your parents didn't teach you well! That's why you've learned to use magic to play pranks at such a young age and are still so stubborn! Where is he?"

"Let me see what kind of important person could have taught him this."

"Zi——!"

Before he could finish speaking, the space next to the bar suddenly emitted a crisp sound as if it had been torn apart by extreme force!

A blazing blue-white arc of electricity suddenly exploded out of thin air, its dazzling light illuminating the entire bar!
The powerful magical fluctuations even caused the glasses on the bar to tremble slightly!

Jim instinctively gripped something hidden under the bar.

Bobo narrowed his eyes warily and stopped laughing.

We just have to wait for the electric arc to dissipate.
Then came a tall, imposing figure with black hair and black eyes, whose body seemed to still have faint arcs of electricity remaining.
farmer?!
all in all.
The man was already standing there, his face calm.

He looked at Sarafil, who was holding a milk cup, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the little guy was alright.

Then, he slowly turned his head, his calm gaze falling on Constantine, who was bent over and questioning his child with a fierce expression, and said in a calm tone:

"Hello, I am this child's father."

"Excuse me, what was the issue about the children that you wanted to discuss with me?"
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[PS: I just finished compiling the subsequent outlines, and then my monitor burned out. What a pain!]

[I'm currently working on it quickly using my phone. Chapter Two will be a little later.]

【My eyes are going numb from all the poking.】

Most importantly, I didn't have time to write the King's Chronicle today, so I feel like life has lost its meaning, and I've been given a weakness buff.

(End of this chapter)