Fantasy World Transmigration

The law of the world should be like this – there are causes and consequences, equivalent exchanges, one point of work, one point of harvest…

Within the rules of life, their lives are confined to a framework. They are order, rules, common sense, and limits. This is a bondage and a kind of protection. In short… Heaven is always…

And what about us?

We cheat!

We despise the rules, turn the rules of the universe into a group, let it arche the fruit of no cause, let us reap without sowing, we look for loopholes, we trample on the contract… We are the Master!

The mage is the person who tramples on the rules, that is, the cheater!

Constantine bowed his head and smoked a cigarette. He walked through the dark alleys outside the bar. The lighter’s weak rays of light drove his shadow projection behind him.

Take a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke ring.

Constantine stepped on the dirty water with a deep foot and walked backwards…

A dim shadow appeared in front. He leaned against the wall and was at the door of the Dotti pet shop where Constantine lived. Constantine did not hesitate. The ghost knew who was coming to him? His troubles have reached the point where he does not want to deal with it.

As mentioned before, there is always a day… The cheater always has to pay the price. Although no one knows the reason or the specific way, the price is indeed inevitable. Constantine has already been twenty years from himself. This was clarified in the experience, so he began to gradually move away from magic and abducted life.

After all, he is a cheater who is eyeing the regulator.

The Master distorts time and space, controls other people’s thoughts, creates life, and there is no rule for them. This is magic, which makes the Master a very dangerous existence – for others, for themselves.

The little spider made a greeting to the decadent uncle that came to him: “Hey! You are John Constantine? I was introduced by one person. She said that you have a good means…”

“So did she say that I am a scum?” Constantine replied casually: “Where did you meet her, Moonlight Bunny Villa? Or Ms. Snowy Ranch? Tell her I will have money to go back and pay … or can she draw a sum from your commission? Or has she already taken it?”

“She did mention this to me.” The little spider emphasized: “But it is not clear to the extent that you will still owe the service fees of female workers.”

“haha…” Konstantin said with a smile: “The service fee for female workers… the money is said to be a dart!”

“She suggested that I go to the Shadow Covenant, or Shazan, or Mrs. Shangdu, Ochi Sage, Faust, Witch, Dr. Destiny… These people know her, and they are more reliable than you…but I still decided to hear your name.” The little spider shrugged: “Because he used your name, I think this proves that you are unusual.”

“Every magic user is unusual…” Constantine sighed: “But you are not looking for an advertisement… In fact, you are the kind of customer I hate the most, generally looking at advertisements, Or the customer introduced by an acquaintance is just a poor person who is entangled in something that is not clean. But someone like you, introduced by a uniformed person or an insider… is usually a big problem.”

“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 prophet to tell him the routine before he left. The prophet didn’t want to meet this scum. He didn’t want to breathe together in a city, so the little spider could only come to Constance alone. Ding. Who told him to hear the name and he couldn’t move?

Chen Ang used this name in the original world.

The little spider is very clear about this!

“Those people are also poor…” The little spider was a little embarrassed, but according to the teachings of the prophet, he read the above words: “And I…hey…very money!”

Constantine’s blood is full of blood, and the eyes that are unspirited are lighted up instantly.

He straightened up and looked at the little spider seriously: “How much money…”

The little spider let go of himself, learning Batman’s style and whispering: “The money is my super power!”

Constantine looked at the little spider and dressed up as an ordinary student. He felt that this sentence was not convincing, but the strange thing is that he can recognize it… This is a truth, whether he is rich or behind him. People are very rich, it doesn’t matter… No, this is very 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 little animals in the pet shop were awakened, some dogs screamed loudly, and the sound of an Old Lady came from the attic: “Is it you? Constantine I heard a sound downstairs…”

Constantine shouted: “I am Mrs. Dotti.”

“How come so late? But when you come back, I feel more at ease…”

Constantine took the small spider through the cage of the pet’s sacrifice and pushed the door to the basement. The little spider looked at the attic. This familiar family atmosphere made him miss, but the little spider reminded Constance. Ding Dao: “You seem to be in trouble easily… then you should not live with ordinary people.”

“People who are looking for me are generally reasonable.” Constantine said: “And I have no money to rent a single room. If you give me enough money for this ticket, who wouldn’t want to move out?” ”

This kind of poverty is helpless, and the little spider is very understandable.

“All animals can disturb the divination magic, don’t look at their energy is not high, but it is very useful, as long as you understand this, any ordinary things can bring great trouble to your opponent.” Constantine explained.

“The power of the prophet… is it?” The little spider suddenly asked.

Constantine suddenly turned back and stared at the little spider, his eyes were very sharp: “The Prophet?” He pulled the animal products that had fallen from the ceiling with silk threads – the dried bodies of birds and lizards, the treated heads, There are other messy things, and the entire basement is a mess like a witchcraft store, full of strange things about civilizations.

A specimen in the sink, like an octopus, an exaggerated mask of indigenous people on the African or South Pacific islands, and two skulled orangutan specimens.

“What are you talking about… that prophet?” Constantine hinted at him.

“There are three prophets…” The little spider admired Constantine’s collection with enthusiasm and praised: “You look very reliable, although I am also a mage – the supreme mage, but I can’t do a magic, so the prophet said, let me find you to try…”

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

“The tuition is $10 million…”

“But it doesn’t matter if you study together… this… 呃? Master?” Constantine folded his hands together: “You go directly to my account, or give me a check, if cash is great! I also accept Valuables for valuables.”