Fantasy World Transmigration - 1176. Chapter 1176 has only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname

The law of the world should be like this-there are causes and effects, equal exchange, no hard work, no gain…

Where life exists within rules, their lives are confined within a framework, which is order, rule, common sense, and limit. This is a kind of bondage and protection. In short…the sky has permanence…

And what about us?

We cheat!

We despise the rules, play around with the laws of the universe, let it offer uncaused results, let us get something for nothing, we look for loopholes, we trample on the contract… We are the mages!

A mage is a person who tramples on the rules and is a cheater!

Constantine lowered his head and made a cigarette. He walked through the dark alleys 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 stagnant water with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and walked forward crookedly…

A dim shadow appeared in front. He was leaning against the wall at the door of Dotti’s pet shop where Constantine lived. Constantine did not hesitate. Does the ghost know who is looking for him? His troubles are so much that he doesn’t want to deal with them.

As I said before, there are always things in the sky…Cheaters always have to pay a price. Although no one knows the reason or the specific method, the price is indeed inevitable. Constantine has been from himself for 20 years. This was made clear in his experience, so he gradually began to stay away from magic and live by abduction.

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

Mage twists time and space, controls other people’s thoughts, and creates life. There are really no rules for them. This is magic. It makes the mage a very dangerous existence-whether for others or for yourself.

Little Spider said hello to the decadent uncle who came to him: “Hi! You are John Constantine? I was introduced by someone, and she said you are very capable…”

“Then she said I was a scumbag?” Constantine responded casually: “Where did you meet her, Moonlight Bunny Village? Or Ms. Snowy Ranch? Tell her I will go back and pay the bill if I have money. Yes…or can she take a sum from your commission? Or is she already taking it?”

“She did mention this to me.” Little Spider emphasized: “But it is not clear to the extent that you will still owe female workers the service fee.”

“Haha…” Constantine smiled: “The service fee for female workers… the prostitution means darts!”

“She suggested that I go to the Shadow Contract, or Shazam, or Madame Shangdu, Sage Orchi, Faust, Witch, Doctor Destiny… She knows all these people, and they are all more reliable than you… But, I’ll decide as soon as I hear your name.” Little Spider shrugged and said, “Because he used your name, I think this proves your unusualness.”

“Every user of magic is unusual…” Constantine sighed: “But you didn’t find it by looking at advertisements… In fact, you are the kind of customer I hate the most. You usually look at advertisements. Or a customer introduced by an acquaintance is just a poor person who is entangled in unclean things. But someone like you, introduced by someone in uniform or someone in the industry… is usually a big trouble.”

“And I don’t want to get into such a big trouble.”

The little spider was silent for a while, and decided to use the routine that the prophet told him before he left. The prophet didn’t want to meet this scum, and didn’t even want to breathe together in a city, so little spider could only come to Constance alone. Ding. Why did he stop walking when he heard this name?

Chen Ang used such a name in the original world.

Little spider knows this very well!

“Those people are also poor…” Little Spider was a little embarrassed, but according to the prophet’s teaching, read the above paragraph: “And I… uh… very rich!”

Constantine’s bloodshot eyes lit up in an instant when he shrugged.

He straightened up, looked at the little spider solemnly and said, “How rich is…”

The little spider let himself go, learning the style of Batman and whispered: “I am rich is my superpower!”

Constantine looked at Little Spider, dressed as an ordinary student, and felt that this sentence was unconvincing, but strangely, he could recognize it… This is a truth, whether he is rich or behind him People are rich, it doesn’t matter… No, it is important, 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. The animals in the pet shop were all awakened. Some dogs sniffed loudly. An old woman’s voice came from the attic: “Is that you? Constantine.” Ding, I heard a voice downstairs…”

Constantine yelled, “It’s me, Mrs. Dotty.”

“Why is it so late? But I feel more at ease when you come back…”

Constantine took the little spider through the cage where the pet was sacrificed and pushed open the door to the basement, but 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 easily…then you shouldn’t live with ordinary people.”

“People who trouble me are generally reasonable.” Constantine said: “And I don’t have the money to rent a single room. If you give me enough money for this ticket, who doesn’t want to move out? ”

This kind of poor helplessness, Little Spider can understand it very well.

“All animals can disrupt divination magic, regardless of their low energy, but very useful. As long as you understand these, anything ordinary can cause big trouble to your opponent.” Constantine explained.

“Does the prophet’s ability… count?” the little spider asked suddenly.

Constantine suddenly turned his head and stared at the little spider with sharp eyes: “Prophet?” With one hand, he opened the animal products that were hanging from the ceiling with silk threads-the mummy of birds and lizards, and the processed heads. There are other messy things. The whole basement is messy like a witchcraft supply store, full of strange things from various civilizations.

An octopus-like specimen placed in a sink, an exaggerated mask of indigenous people on the islands of Africa or the South Pacific, and two specimens of a small orangutan with heads.

“You mean… the prophet?” Constantine hinted at him.

“There are three prophets…” The little spider admired Constantine’s collection enthusiastically, and praised: “You look very reliable, although I am also a mage-the supreme mage, but I don’t know anything about magic, so the prophet said, let me try it with you…”

“I don’t teach people magic.” Constantine shook his head.

“Tuition fee of ten million U.S. dollars…”

“But it doesn’t matter if you study together… This… eh? Master?” Constantine folded his hands together: “Do you transfer directly to my account or give me a check. Cash would be great! I also accept it.” Valuables are mortgaged.”