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Chapter 133 Forgotten Bar
The gardener asked Harley to hide for a day before returning to the No. [-] Fighting Arena in the World.

One day is enough for him to run away with the "Ice Cold Old Wizard".

But in fact, around ten o'clock in the morning, police cars surrounded the mayor's mansion.

To Harley's disappointment, she waited at home for two days, but she still couldn't wait for the "black silk woman" named Zatanna.

"The archmage who is proficient in 'irony magic' is called Giovanni Zaatara, and he is one of the most powerful mages in recent decades.

His daughter Zatana Zatara is also amazingly talented, and it is said that she awakened magic power at the age of three.

Of today's youth, only your Brooklyn kid, 'Supernova' Nikola, can rival her.

It can be said that the Zatara father and daughter are the top figures in the magic world, and many major events that determine the fate of the world are waiting for them to deal with.

Although you are famous, it is difficult to get into the eyes of the real big shots. "Frankenstein said disapprovingly.

Uh, the ugliest man in the world came before the beauty in black silk.

Really ugly.

It's like sewing a layer of human skin on the head of an orangutan. The big copper bell eyes are always open angrily, the mouth is big and square, and there is a ridiculous black hair on the top of the head. There are traces of stitches everywhere on the skin. A finger-thick rivet.

A real monster.

He was just going through the motions this time, to let the wizard group see that she was being investigated.

Harry frowned and said, "The 'heroes' in the magic world seem to be paying close attention to the giant beast incident?"

"Of course, the wizard group and the giant beast are the biggest news in the extraordinary world at present, and even determine the future direction of the world.

Aren't you in conflict with the Crusaders?
The coming of the Holy Son of the Crusaders is not a big secret in the magic world, but do you know what the purpose of the coming of the Holy Son is? "

This Harry really knows.

"Because of a prophecy, the sacred elemental life and ordinary humans gave birth to a child, and he will quell the elemental chaos caused by the fusion of the universe and the awakening of giant beasts."

"Have you ever dealt with the Great Demon of Hell?"

Frankenstein stared at Harry with eyes as big as copper bells.

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked strangely.

"More than ten years ago, on the plain deep in hell, a stone tablet was raised, and a prophecy was written on it - on the winter solstice (the day of Christ's birth), nature will combine with supernatural, usher in childbirth, and the 'child' will have The power to heal the land.

So, the saying of prophecy is from hell.

Heaven and the Crusaders only talk about obeying the Lord's arrangement, never mentioning prophecies. "

The green-skinned monster stared at her and said in a low voice, "So, you must have seen the big devil."

"How did you know that?" Harry asked back.

"The Frankenstein you heard in bedtime story books when you were a child is me. I have lived for hundreds of years and have many non-human companions and friends." Frankenstein said.

"I'm a black mage, isn't it normal to deal with demons from hell!" Harry said lightly.

"If you completely degenerate, I will cut you in two." The green skin monster patted the sword on his waist and warned: "It is forged with hell iron, and it has been calcined by hell fire. It can devour evil spirits."

"Don't worry, my soul is so holy that I can go to heaven." Hali waved his hand and asked again: "The Zatara father and daughter, are they lone rangers, or are they led by a certain magical organization?"

"It's not a formal organization, it's just a small circle of top wizards who often deal with magical incidents that threaten the security of the world."

Harry said with a complicated look: "This is not the first time I've heard of the name Zatara, there is a 'Zatara Magic Theater' on Crime Lane in the new town, which used to be Park Street, they should be the same person, right? "

Others use magic disguised as magic to deceive the world, but they are lucky enough to play magic in the public under the banner of magicians.

Fortunately, she had sworn to brag to Bruce before - she could tell at a glance that the Zatara magic was fake.

Magic is indeed fake, people use real magic.

"It's them, but I suggest you not to disturb the private life of the great mage easily. The mage has a bad temper, and you have a bad reputation." Frankenstein said.

"I know it well." Harley nodded, curiously asked: "How many of those apprentices died, and how will the rest be dealt with?"

"Twenty-five dead, younger ones, those with no criminal records, will be released immediately after a warning.

Those whose names are on the wanted list will be sent to jail immediately.

Those old fritters with no criminal records will probably be locked up for a few months, no more than three years. "

Harry was surprised: "This punishment is too light."

"Alas, for the freedom of religion in the United States, even if they shout out loudly that 'the giant beast is God', and then organize rallies and assemblies, there is no law that can convict them.

Except for Didier, Lich Furren and more than a dozen black mages ambushing around the church, all of them were cut twice by my sword, and their souls were trapped in the Demon Slayer Sword forever.

But baby theft has nothing to do with apprentices, unless they make Avanti.

We can't just watch crime happen in order to arrest them. "Frankenstein said helplessly.

Thinking of the many cult incidents in the United States, Harry fell silent.

Such as the infamous "Jonestown Incident".

Pastor Jones gathered the believers in an upright manner and built an "ideal paradise" Jones Town.

The government knew what he was doing, but they had almost nothing to do with him. They could only investigate him under the pretext of "whether believers were forced to come to Jonestown".

How tough and crazy is Reverend Jones?

Established his own "Crusader", arrested the congressmen who came to investigate, and then led more than a thousand believers to kill them collectively
Frankenstein continued: "What's more, the White House and the Pentagon have absolutely no interest in gargoyles, wizards, hell, or the balance of the elements.

Their request is very simple, social stability, no riots.

Catch the guilty, innocent mages, pretend they don't exist.

In short, don't let the bad things in the extraordinary world interfere with their national affairs.

There is no distinction between black and white in the wizarding world.

Even the archmage Zatara often deals with demons, alien creatures, and black mages, and he himself is proficient in black magic.

Only God knows if he has secretly experimented with Avanti.

For example, his good friend Sargon, the wizard, is a bastard like a bastard, and has committed more crimes than Didier, the old lich.

They are now in conflict only because of different ideas.

Of course, archmages such as Zatara respect the law and life more. "

"There is no absolute sense of good and evil, there is no Ministry of Magic and Aurors in Harry Potter, there is no regulatory department of the wizarding world to judge the apprentices who attended the meeting that night, so..."

Shaking his head, the green-skinned man looked at Harry with a blank expression again, and comforted him: "You don't have to worry too much, the Shadow Bureau is also a huge force in the extraordinary world.

Those black mages with a higher level of danger will be specially monitored by special agents. "

The fact that the agents of the Shadow Bureau came to the fighting field to investigate unexpectedly alarmed old Kamai.

Prince Jimmy was killed, and he kept silent, but as soon as Frankenstein left, the old man called her to go to the manor.

"Harry, I don't ask what you did, I just give you a piece of advice based on my decades of experience - black magic can be used as a weapon, but don't be completely addicted to it, let alone let those bad things Affecting the family business."

The old Kamai is in good spirits, no dark circles under the eyes, no exhaustion.

Harley listened to the sound in his left ear and accepted the instruction "humbly" before he asked in confusion, "Jimmy is dead, what strategies do you have? Or, hold another family meeting?"

The old godfather smiled lightly: "I really want to know what she will do next. Besides, Jimmy has his own family, and his heirs should avenge his revenge.

As for the family meeting, I will not intervene in this matter for the time being unless someone else volunteers. "

Is this to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, or does he really not care about Fish's cards?
Or, the old man thought he was upright and cursed, but in his heart he appreciated Fish's courageous actions more and more.

Already regard her as the heir?
This is not impossible.

There are only a dozen people in the family, and Harry's qualifications are too shallow, and he is not even familiar with the family members, so he should be excluded first.

Sass has no ambitions, and the second one is ruled out.

The Italian gang is not capable enough, they only eat their laurels, and are secretly despised by the old godfather. Even the tragic death of "Jimmy Boy" can't move him.

Gotham's local gang has always followed Fish's lead
Harley put herself into the role of the old godfather, and suddenly found that apart from Fish, there really was no other more suitable successor.

The double-faced undercover penguin was subconsciously ignored by her.

"Shit, Rebecca, why did you come to my place?"

As soon as he rode his motorcycle back to the wharf fighting arena, Harley saw Wuhuo leaning against the window, talking and laughing with Ivy at the ticket office, chatting happily.

"Why can't you come here?" Seeing Harley holding the helmet, Rebecca's eyes lit up, she leaned over quickly, looked her up and down, and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're fine. The magic power got out of control that day, Neither do I."

Harry greeted Ivy, who was looking around, and took the red-haired witch to the office on the second floor.

"Are you okay? You competed with Zatanna in magic that day, and you seemed to have suffered several blows."

Rebecca smiled awkwardly, "I'm purely out of control of magic power and confused, how can I compare with Zatana.

Originally, I was indeed seriously injured, but Zatanna only used the phrase "recovery injury", and dozens of wounded at the scene were all alive and kicking. "

The worship and awe on Wu Huo's face were as obvious as a fly on a white porcelain plate.

"The magical power of the magician is borrowed, and there will always be a day to pay the price." Harry seemed to have a pickle in his mouth.

"Hey, do you really believe the lies of the evil dark wizard? Magic power is magic power, just like talent, born with it.

They just want to make us believe in the Lord of the Fallen through intimidation, but they are actually deceiving people. "Rebecca waved her hand and said disapprovingly.

"Judging from your tone, it seems that you have been recruited by a famous and decent hero?" Harry asked curiously.

Rebecca was stunned for a moment before she understood what she meant.

"That's right, Zatanna thought I was extremely talented, so she introduced me to the 'Sisters of Skillful Hands'." She said excitedly.

"Sisterhood of Skillful Hands, sounds like an organization of female mages?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "Can you also introduce me to the person in charge?"

"I'm here to bring you into the club." Rebecca stepped forward, grabbed Harry's hands, and said apologetically, "You saved my life, but I didn't know what to do at the time, thank you!"

Harry's hands were grabbed, a little embarrassed, but also a little happy-although it was just casual at the time, at least it didn't save a white-eyed wolf.

"Where is the headquarters of the Sisters of Skillful Hands? When will we go there?"

"There is no headquarters, it's just a mutual aid organization that helps novice witches sharpen their skills, just like tennis clubs and gun clubs in the real world."

Rebecca let go of Harry's hands, opened the office door, looked around the corridor, waved to Harry with a smile, "Come with me, let's go to the Oblivion Bar, where the sisterhood often gathers."

"Where is the Oblivion Bar? Why are you running upstairs?"

Harry followed her and came to the third floor in a daze.

At the door of the accounting room, Rebecca stopped and said with a strange smile: "The Forgotten Bar is just behind this door."

Harry stared at her blankly.

The voices of technicians discussing boxing odds behind the door could be heard in the corridor.

When Rebecca twisted the handle and pushed the door open, Harry was dumbfounded.

There was indeed a burst of voices, but it was not her little brother, but various tones and languages. Although it was noisy, it was not noisy.

"Harry—"

"Bang!" The stainless steel tray fell to the ground, and the beer filled with glasses spilled all over the floor, but the girl just stared blankly at Harry behind Rebecca as if she hadn't seen it.

(End of this chapter)