The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The Forgotten Bar at night is more lively than during the day. The dim candlelight flickers, coating the copper wine glasses in the hands of the magician with a bright luster. Magicians wearing magician robes of different colors sit together in groups of three or four. Used to whispering, while many horned half-demons or elves from Maia gathered together to shout and fight for wine.

The owner of Forgotten Bar, Master of the Night, Jim sat behind the counter wiping wine glasses. A female half-demon with long horns and goat's hooves came to the bar and sat down. He flicked his long whip-like tail and tapped on the counter table. Speak softly.

Your Excellency, Master Anye, is there any news recently? You know, the demon general I served was killed by his son recently. I have to find some fun to coax that Lengtouqing who just came to power.

Jim focused on admiring the wiped wine glass in his hand, and said to the half-demon woman without raising his eyes: I didn't expect you really encouraged that quail-like major general to attack his father, Sarah Leah, do you really think he can support the entire Shadow Scorpion Legion?

He's much better than his father. The half-demon called Shalia put his hands on his face and said, The times of hell have changed, that old scorpion can only shake his fists, he's not as smart as his son , I just want to follow a wise master.

There are some new news recently, but you don't want to be a white wolf with me.

Oh? About what?

Seeing Jim's calm expression, Sharia showed a smile, and said as if a little helpless: Give me a glass of soul brew, add more sinner's blood, and I will pay the highest price.

Only then Jim nodded in satisfaction, turned around and took out the ingredients from the cabinet behind him and began to mix the wine. While adding the ingredients into the mixing glass, he said: Some time ago, Dr. Schiller's apprentice summoned Beelzebub, Recently, Beelzebub’s power has not responded to anyone’s call, perhaps they have signed a contract of sole agent.”

It's not really news. Shalia flicked her tail in dissatisfaction and said, It all happened more than half a month ago.

Well, have you heard about the All Souls' Cemetery in London?

What happened to the Cemetery of All Souls? Saria leaned forward, made a curious gesture, and stared closely at Master Dark Night's face with red vertical pupils.

A lot of graves in the Wanling Cemetery have been dug up. The gravekeeper, Master Katz, has not found the murderer yet. It is estimated that he will come here in a few days to issue a reward order.

Sharia raised her eyebrows, and said with some disdain: It is estimated that the group of undead mages playing with bones did it again. What is so strange about it, you just need to see if the price of undead materials on the black market has been reduced. ?”

But Master of the Night Jim shook his head and said: The strange thing is that this gravedigger just dug up each grave one by one, but he didn't take away a single corpse.

Shalia frowned, she thought for a while, and said: Could it be that the people buried in the Cemetery of All Souls have a grudge against him? But aren't most of them ordinary people there? There's no need for a magician to go there if he wants revenge. Digging the graves of ordinary people?

Who says no? Jim handed the mixed wine to Sharia, and said, We are more inclined that he wants to trouble the gravekeeper Katz, this eccentric necromancer who has occupied all souls. The cemetery has been around for so long, and some people have long been unhappy with him.

Holding the wine glass, Sharia sighed softly and said, I don't think it's that simple. If he really wants to trouble Katz, he should take away the corpse, so that Katz has no magic materials and dig up the graves one by one. It's useless outside of Nukaz.

Just as I was talking about this, the door of the Forgotten Bar slammed open, and a gust of cold wind came in, and the customer next to the door cursed dissatisfiedly: Which bastard is so rude? ... Gravekeeper Card Here? Why are you willing to leave All Souls Cemetery?

Because a damn bastard came to my place to make trouble, I'm here to offer a reward!

The Necromancer named Katz was a skinny little old man, wearing a tattered black robe, with a bunch of keys pinned to his waist, and human bones could be vaguely seen in the rag bag full of dirty muddy water traces.

Long time no see, Master Katz, we haven't seen each other since you became the Archmage? Jim greeted him.

Don't talk nonsense, Jim! Don't think I forgot that you were standing on Popang's side. Bring the reward order. When I catch that damned bastard, I will make him look good!

Katz knocked on the table of the bar very irritablely, Jim didn't mind his rude attitude, but turned around to get the reward order from the cabinet, and explained: I just don't want two archmages in my bar Fight, it will turn this place into ruins.

That coward Bopang didn't dare to fight with me. Everyone knows that he owes the lava lord a debt. Now he doesn't even dare to leave the mage tower. I said earlier that he will not end well!

Katz snorted coldly, but didn't continue to curse. He lowered his head and picked up a pen to start filling out the reward order. Shalia, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, put down her wine glass, quietly walked to Katz's side, and said to him: Master Katz, I have known you for a long time. I am Sharia. I heard that a bastard dug up the cemetery of the All Souls Cemetery and angered you. Maybe I can help you.

As soon as Katz raised his head, he looked at Saria from head to toe with cold eyes, and he didn't say until he saw her back was hairy, Descendants of the succubus? Go away, I don't have time to talk to you. What carnal games are you playing?

Shalia's face froze, but she still said: If you issue a public reward order, then I can also take over the task. Why don't you explain the situation in detail so that everyone can understand.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, he pulled his beard, and said: I don't have any details, but there is a bastard I can't catch who comes to my graveyard every night. Take the body out of the coffin and put it on the ground, so I have to clean it up every day.

Only a few nights later, he plowed the entire Wanling Cemetery, and almost all the corpses were dug up by him, but he didn't take any of them away, he's just crazy!

After a while, Katz's reward order was written, and Jim pinned it on the reward bulletin board, but almost everyone lost interest after just looking at it.

Katz is used to being stingy, and the price is very low, but what he has to deal with is the tomb robber who can hide from the eyes of the archmage. No one likes to do this kind of loss-making work, so this matter has become an after-dinner among tavern guests. The conversation material, passed with a smile.

Until three o'clock in the morning, most of the customers dispersed, leaving only a few drunks who were moved to the corner of the bar by the waiter. When the last waiter finished his work, Master Dark Night felt a little sleepy. Leaning on the bar and waiting for dawn.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the back door of the tavern, and Jim was taken aback. He first turned on the lamp on the counter, then took out a lantern from under the cabinet to light it, held the lantern in one hand, and pressed his hand on his waist sword hilt and walked towards the back door.

With a squeak, the door was opened, and the light from the lantern shone on a bearded face, a gust of cold air poured in, and Jim's exclamation echoed at the door: John Constantine?

It's me. Konstantin looked a little tired, his voice was still hoarse, he held the door frame with one hand, and dragged a dark object with the other, Jim's heart trembled, he took two steps back, frowned and said: What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Which demon chased you again?

Constantine sighed, shook his head and said, Didn't I tell you everything? I have already washed my hands in the golden basin. There is no magician Constantine anymore. I am just an ordinary person now.

Ordinary people don't knock on my door in the middle of the night, come in. Jim stepped aside, illuminated the room with a lantern, looked at Constantine's hands and feet, and used some effort to lift the dark thing behind him. dragged in.

As soon as the thing appeared in the light, Jim gasped. It was a coffin, still stained with mud, and it looked like a black coffin that had just been dug out.

Konstantin half-kneeled on the ground, held the lid of the coffin to pant for a while, then stood up, complaining, Although I don't like to use magic to solve everything, it's really inconvenient without magic. Do you have a toolbox here? I'm going to pry it open.

Jim slowly widened his eyes. In the dim room, he looked at Constantine and said, Could you be the grave robber that Katz wants to offer a reward for?

What grave robber? The Cemetery of All Souls was originally my site, and the 'dead man' entrusted it to me to take care of it. That Katz just occupied the magpie's nest and regarded himself as the owner there.

Constantine curled his lips, but Jim was still a little puzzled and said, Even if this is the case, you don't need to dig the grave, do you? Just drive Katz away.

It has nothing to do with that. Constantine shook his head, and began to look for tools in the room to pry open the coffin nails. After a while, he brought a crowbar, waved to Jim and said, Come here, You help me light, I'm going to turn it on.

Jim stood in front of the coffin and watched Constantine put the crowbar into the gap of the coffin. He frowned and asked, Who is in the coffin?

Andrew Bennett.

Jim gasped, a look of reminiscence flashing across his face, and he asked, The sixteenth-century vampire?

Constantine nodded, and after fixing the crowbar, he stood up and stepped on the edge of the crowbar. There was an extremely ear-piercing rubbing sound, and a gap was pried open in the coffin.

Why did you dig him out?

I have something to do with him. Constantine said solemnly, Or maybe it's not that I have something to do with him... Forget it, let's wake him up first.

With a bang, the coffin lid was finally lifted by Constantine. The man lying inside had short black hair and a strand of white hair on the left side of his forehead. There was a trace of blood, and two fangs were faintly visible between the lips and teeth.

Help me read the spell to wake up the vampire. Constantine turned to look at Jim and said, I can't use magic now. If I make a noise to wake him up, your bar may not be able to open tomorrow.

Jim sighed. Obviously, he had a great friendship with Constantine and couldn't refuse his proposal, so he pulled out the Nightblade from his waist, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and whispered a few spells.

A ray of light opened, on the forehead of the man in the coffin, and then spread all over his body, making his whole body emit a glistening white light.

The man's eyelids moved, and with the trembling of his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes. Constantine bent over and looked at him with concern.

The moment the vampire named Bennett saw Constantine's face, he grabbed the lid of the coffin in a hurry, and with a bang, the coffin was closed again.

Jim turned his head and stared at Constantine with a swish. Constantine puffed his cheeks and made a strange noise with his lips.

Back then, when we were investigating the cult together, there was a little... small accident.