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Chapter 67 Horseback Riding with Speed ​​Limits

In Sheryl's suite at the Andrew Hotel.

It's only been a few days since we last met, but the female singer seems to have completely forgotten the reason for her sore throat, and judging from her current demeanor, she seems to be considering retiring from the music scene.

"Take it easy, you're acting like you've been eating for ages—"

Connors said, patting the head of the superstar Xuexi.

She was already impatient in the coffee shop because during the previous magic show, Connors had glanced at Zatanna's black stockings a couple of times, and now Xuexi was starting to wear them too.

However, unlike Zatanna's fishnet stockings, Yuki's black stockings are ultra-thin, which takes into account both the beauty of her fair skin and the black stockings.

Connors naturally noticed Xuexi's changes, but it was clearly a misunderstanding.

He not only likes black stockings, but also flesh-colored, white, brown, light blue, navy, and purple stockings—knee-length, long, pantyhose, and suspender stockings—

All are treated equally, and no one is turned away.

So, when he was carrying the two long, black-stockinged legs of the superstar Xuexi on his shoulders, he made a suggestion:

"Your style is better suited to white stockings."

"Are you done with work?" Zatanna asked, blushing, as she looked at Connors walking out of the elevator.

Connors nodded noncommittally:

"Pretty much, the effects of fever-reducing injections last at most two or three days."

"Does Yuki have a fever?"

Zatanna remembered that he seemed perfectly fine when they were having coffee, so how did he develop a fever after going to the suite with Connors?

Having experienced spying several times before, Zatanna didn't dare to spy again this time, but she felt something was off.

"Yeah, otherwise why would we need to give them a fever-reducing injection?" Connors said matter-of-factly.

"Then let her rest well. What did you say you were going to do? I'll go with you, so I don't lose track of you again this time," Zatanna said.

"Go ahead and go, but we've agreed there might be danger." Connors didn't care where Zatanna went.

Zatanna is full of confidence:

"Don't worry, I've learned more magic since I came back from the metropolis, so I can protect myself."

"I want to learn too," Connors glanced at her. On the spaceship to Metropolis, he had only learned "Reverse Magic," with the aim of casting "Healing Magic" in reverse.

"Can you fly now? Take me to the museum in Gotham." Connors was eager to see Zatanna use her magic.

"Flying? I don't know how to do that yet." Zatanna's face, which had been fading from its previous blush, flushed again.

"Then hold me tight," Connors said, somewhat disappointed.

He also plans to learn to fly from Zatanna.

Just as she had jumped from the spaceship in Metropolis, Zatanna hugged Connors tightly once more.

Connors opened the window of the coffee shop, and amidst the gasps of the people drinking coffee there, he jumped out.

"You can't fly, so how do you manage to jump from such a height without getting hurt?" Zatanna hugged Connors tightly, looking curiously at the ground getting closer and closer below.

"A little trick," Connors said.

He's increasingly finding that the "Master of Tricks" ability is somewhat like Talking Tom, and even more so when used.

Zatanna listened to the whistling wind beside her ears.

While still in the air, before he even hit the ground, Connors whistled, and black smoke burst from the ground, catching him steadily before speeding off towards the museum.

The last time I rode a horse with Harley Quinn in Gotham was at night. The streets of Gotham were almost deserted, and the police department was focused on the dozen or so buildings that Solomon Grundy had crashed into.

This time was different; it was still daytime, and Connors was riding his warhorse, shrouded in black smoke, through the streets.

The Gotham Police Department arrived immediately.

"You are speeding. Please dismount immediately and cooperate with the investigation!"

The sound came from the police car's loudspeaker, and Connors was puzzled:

"There are speed limits for horseback riding?"

Instead of obediently stopping his horse for inspection, he sped up again, leaving the sirens-blaring police car far behind.

He had already checked the location of the Gotham museum on his phone while exercising with Sheryl, and now he headed straight for his destination.

The reason for researching beforehand was that Connors felt that using a phone to navigate while riding a horse was a bit abstract. "What's in the museum?" Zatanna asked curiously as Connors waved away the black smoke.

"Why are you acting like a curious child?" Connors said to Zatanna, "You're here to catch a thief."

"Phew~" Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief.

When she saw the black smoke stop in front of the museum, she thought Connors was going to steal something, and she was not keen to get involved in such a villainous act.

Otherwise, with her magic, even if it wasn't very strong, finding her father's whereabouts wouldn't have been so difficult if she had used any means necessary.

However, Connors's subsequent "catching the thief" behavior was somewhat incomprehensible to her.

Logically, the police should surround the area, and then send some officers inside to review the surveillance footage and search for the missing items.

But when Connors arrived, he simply straightened his clothes and walked to the museum entrance.

He asked the security guard:

"Hello, what time do you close for lunch here?"

The security guard pointed to the sign hanging in front of the museum.

"Thank you." Connors nodded, and without even entering the museum, returned to Zatanna's side.

"Aren't we here to catch thieves?" Zatanna asked, somewhat confused.

"Strictly speaking, I came to watch a thief steal, and I might not even have stopped him," Connors explained.

Zatanna: "...Are you sure you're not one of them?"

Connors shook his head. He glanced at the time; there was still less than half an hour before the museum closed for its midday break.

The times of the crimes, as observed in the surveillance footage of "Batman" Bruce Wayne and "Catwoman" Selena Gomez, differ, but both occurred during the day.

Based on the possible "cool-off period," if Wonder Woman doesn't come to the museum at noon today, then she'll have to come again when it's quieter in the evening.

"Why don't you consider changing your clothes? You're too conspicuous," Connors said.

Zatanna's outfit remained the same: an evening gown, a white shirt, and fishnet stockings, exuding a strong dance vibe.

"I won't change it. But I can use some magic to alter its appearance."

Zatanna said, waving her magic wand and changing her clothes into a different appearance.

She was still wearing fishnet stockings, but the evening gown had been replaced with a women's trench coat.

As for Connors, he was wearing a combination of a top hat and a black trench coat, which is quite common in Gotham. It always rains in Gotham, and people here are used to covering their knees with the hem of their trench coats to avoid rheumatism.

In this way, the two people, dressed like ordinary Gotham residents, entered the museum.

After aimlessly wandering around the place, Connors couldn't find the item that "Wonder Woman" Diana was looking for.

As the lunch break was approaching and the museum was preparing to close, Connors and Zatanna hid away.

A few minutes later, Wonder Woman Diana, wearing a metallic breastplate and possessing both strength and beauty with her long legs, jumped down from the skylight.