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Chapter 1180 There is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.  What's your nickname?  Zha Kang

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    The law of the world should be like this - there is cause and effect, equivalent exchange, no pain, no gain

    ??Mortal life exists within rules, and their lives are limited to a framework. It is order, rules, common sense, and limits. It is a kind of restraint and a kind of protection. In shortheaven has its way

    And what about us?

    We cheat!

    We despise the rules and play around with the laws of the universe, allowing us to get results without any cause. We look for loopholes, we trample on contracts We are mages!

    A mage is someone who violates the rules and is a cheater!

    Constantine lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. He walked through the dark alley outside the bar. The faint light of the lighter projected his shadow behind him, stretching it very long.

    He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke ring.

    Constantine stepped on the dirty water with one foot deep and one shallow, and walked forward staggeringly

    A dim shadow appeared in front of him. He was leaning against the wall, right at the door of Dotty's pet shop where Constantine was staying. Constantine did not hesitate. Who knows who was looking for him?  He had more troubles than he wanted to deal with.

    As I said before, everything goes as it should Cheaters always have to pay a price. Although no one knows the reason or the specific method, the price is inevitable. Constantine has already changed his mind from twenty years ago.  This was made clear through his experience, so he gradually began to stay away from magic and lived by deception.

    After all, he is a cheater who has been targeted by regulators.

    Mages distort time and space, control other people's thoughts, and create life. There are really no rules for them. This is magic, and it makes mages a very dangerous existence - both for others and for themselves.

    The little spider said hello to the decadent uncle walking towards him: "Hi! Are you John Constantine? I was introduced by someone, and she said you are very capable"

    "Then did she ever say I was a scumbag?" Constantine responded casually: "Where did you meet her, Moonlight Bunny Villa? Or Ms. Shetty Ranch? Tell her that I will go back to pay the bill if I have money.  ¡¯ sor could she take a cut of your commission? Or has she already done so?¡±

    "She did mention this to me." Little Spider emphasized: "But it was not clear to the extent that you would still owe female workers service fees."

    "Haha" Constantine said with a smile: "The service fee for female workers when it comes to prostitution, let's just say escort money!"

    "She suggested that I go find Shadow Contract, or Shazam, or Madam Xanadu, Sage Oz, Faust, Witch, Doctor Fate She knows all of these people, and they are all more reliable than you But,  I decided as soon as I heard your name." Little Spider shrugged: "Because he has used your name, I think this proves that you are unusual."

    "Every magic user is unusual" Constantine sighed: "But you didn't find me by looking at the advertisement In fact, you are the kind of customer I hate the most. You usually look at the advertisement.  Or customers who are introduced by acquaintances are just poor people who get caught up in dirty things. But people like you, who are introduced by someone in uniform or someone in the industry are usually big trouble."

    "And I don't want to get into such big trouble."

    Little Spider was silent for a while, and decided to use the trick the Prophet told him before he left - the Prophet didn't want to meet this scumbag, and didn't even want to breathe together in the same city, so Little Spider could only come to Constan alone.  Man.  Who told him that he would be unable to walk when he heard this name?

    Chen Ang used such a name in his original world.

    Little Spider knows this very well!

    "Those people are also poor" Little Spider was a little embarrassed, but still followed the prophet's instructions and read out the above paragraph: "And I uh are very rich!"

    Constantine¡¯s eyes were bloodshot and his eyes suddenly brightened up in an instant.

    He straightened up, looked at the little spider solemnly and said, "How rich you are"

    Little Spider let himself go, imitating Batman and whispered: "Having money is my superpower!"

    Constantine looked at the little spider dressed as an ordinary student and found this sentence unconvincing, but the strange thing was that he could recognize it This was a true sentence, no matter whether he was rich or the person behind him  It doesn't matter that the man is rich No, it does matter. Constantine is not a man who values ??money.

    ? ?It's just that money is more important than his life.

    "Come in!" Constantine opened the door, and all the little animals in the pet shop were awakened. Some dogs sniffed loudly, and an old woman's voice came from the attic: "Is that you? Constantine  Ding, I heard a noise downstairs"

    Constantine shouted: "It's me, Mrs. Dottie."

    "Why is it so late? But I will feel more at ease when you come back"

    Constantine took the little spider through the cage where the pet died, and opened the door to the basement. The little spider glanced at the attic. This familiar family atmosphere made him miss it, but the little spider still reminded Constantine.  Ding said: "You seem to get into trouble easilythen you shouldn't live with ordinary people."

    "People who trouble me are usually quite reasonable." Constantine said: "And I don't have the money to rent a one-room house. If you give me enough money for this vote, who wouldn't want to move out?  "

    Little Spider can understand this kind of helplessness of poverty.

    "All animals can disrupt divination magic. Even though they are not high in energy, they are very useful. As long as you understand these, any ordinary thing can cause big trouble to your opponent." Constantine explained.

    "Does the prophet's ability count?" Little Spider suddenly asked.

    Constantine suddenly turned back and stared at the little spider with very sharp eyes: "Prophet?" With one hand, he pulled away the animal products hanging from the ceiling with silk threads - mummies of birds and lizards, processed heads,  There are also some other messy things. The entire basement is as messy as a witchcraft supplies store, filled with strange and weird things from various civilizations.

    An octopus-like specimen placed in a water tank, an exaggerated mask of indigenous people in Africa or South Pacific islands, a small orangutan specimen with two heads.

    "You're talking aboutthat prophet?" Constantine hinted at him.

    "There are three prophets in total" Little Spider admired Constantine's collection with great interest and praised: "You look very reliable. Although I am also a mage - the Supreme Mage, but  I don't know any magic, so the prophet said, let me try it with you"

    "I don't teach people magic." Constantine shook his head.

    "The tuition fee is 10 million US dollars"

    "But it doesn't matter if we study together this eh? Mage?" Constantine clasped his hands together and said: "Will you transfer it directly to my account, or give me a check, it would be great if it is cash! I accept it too  Valuables are pledged.¡± (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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