Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 249 Parting Gift
After eating a boring classic white breakfast, Zatanna opened her eyes, moved her hands and feet that were numb after meditating, took out the wand from her chest, and a note with an address floated on the coffee table.

"My father found an address after trying several mysterious rituals, but he has been a little quiet recently. I only know that this thing may be what you need."

Alan picked up the note, and then the three of them took turns to look at it.

Terry looked at the strange words on the note and felt confused.

Alan, on the other hand, was well-informed. He frowned and studied it for a long time, and then gave some information that was somewhat uncertain.

"This should be some kind of divination text related to witchcraft, which requires special interpretation methods. I have actually studied some in the past, but now after so many years, I have forgotten most of them, but it seems like a string of coordinate."

Constantine lit a cigarette for himself with one hand. After lying on the floor in the cold all night, he urgently needed this 'old friend' to keep him warm.

But as soon as the cigarette butt lit up, Zatanna glared and put it out with her magic wand.

"I don't like the smell of smoke in your mouth."

"Uh, but we didn't kiss - okay, I'll smoke again when I go out."

Then Zatanna glanced at the bartender Alan who was still studying the note.

"Have you ever stolen from the Batcave? Why haven't I heard you mention it all the way?"

"Although the Dark Knight is a mortal, he has a strong aura of destiny. In fact, he is no stranger to some magicians who are more active. Some weaker magicians have even been driven away by the Dark Knight. His There are always endless ways to do it.”

Alan actually nodded matter-of-factly.

Although he grew up in Gotham and is half English, he is also confused about the occult. He sounds a bit like an oriental fortune teller. Even if he can tell fortunes and is accurate, the results are not. Speak clearly, otherwise you will be punished by God.

Alan came back to his senses and nodded: "I guess if I still remember these witchcraft words, then the result calculated today will be another kind of words that we can't understand. I'm afraid it will be more difficult by then, but now it's just right , I know someone who can decipher this thing.”

"Xiao Zha, are you coming with us?"

Constantine reached out and took off the extinguished cigarette, stuffed it back into the cigarette case, and clicked on the note in front of him.

Constantine immediately looked at Zatanna with a disgustingly sweet look on his face.

"You know the Batcave? I haven't heard you mention it either."

"With three men?..."

The little boy Jason coughed twice.

"Cough cough."

"So, we are setting off again? What the heck, I was supposed to be living a prosperous life in Gotham, but now I am running around trying to prevent the world from being destroyed so quickly. This was supposed to be the job of the Justice League. It seems that I was in Gotham before. I didn’t catch enough in the Batcave.”

"I said, couldn't your father give us some clearer instructions directly? Is it possible that we have to embark on another journey to find a helper who can decipher these cipher messages?"

Alan immediately glanced at Terry, seeming a little surprised.

Zatanna withdrew her magic wand, looking like it was none of her business.

Terry scratched his chin.

Just another form of the Riddler.

"Normal magic cannot trace the source of this red grass at all. Only those specious and mysterious methods can do it. The reason why the mysterious side has such powerful methods relies on this kind of answer that is difficult to interpret."

The corners of Zatanna's mouth obviously had a downward arc. She glanced at the men in the room and shook her head.

"Ok."

Zatanna took care of the child's emotions.

"To act together with four stinky men, allow me to refuse."

Terry tilted a glance at Jason, who puffed out his chest and seemed to feel a sense of accomplishment to be recognized by a charming woman, and shook his head in confusion.

Are you fighting so hard just to become a stinky man in the eyes of beautiful women?

"Although I won't follow you, after all, it seems that you are doing very positive things now, and this handsome oriental boy is right. This should be the job of joining the magicians in the Justice League." Zatan Na once joined the Justice League, but later seemed to hate Batman, so she voluntarily quit and went into seclusion.

If Terry remembers correctly, Zatanna cast amnesia magic on Batman.

This is tantamount to touching the man's reverse scale. Although in many plots, Batman will still subconsciously seek Zatanna's help when encountering many unsolvable magical problems, but after all, he cannot become a long-term teammate. .

"So I had to give the hotties some support and make my conscience easier."

With a flick of the magic wand, some spellcasting materials appeared on the coffee table. Judging from Constantine's attitude, those things seemed to be very precious to magicians.

Because this guy's attention suddenly left Zatanna's face, and he almost uncontrollably glanced at the strange objects on the coffee table three times in a row.

Terry is not an orthodox magician in this world. He only has some of the Marvel magic spells he got from Bai and the ability to use magic weapons in the game that comes with his own abilities.

So he stood up and wanted to leave.

But then Terry looked down at himself.

There seemed to be something extra under his robe.

As soon as he took off his black coat, a pure black combat uniform appeared on him.

Although there is no obvious mark, but judging from the style alone, this thing is definitely related to the Bat family.

"what is this?"

"I once teamed up with the Dark Knight to solve some problems. At that time, I applied a lot of amplification and defensive magic to his armor, but my reverse magic did not actively cast the opposite magic. It’s almost permanently fixed.”

Needless to say, the follow-up content is that Batman has a perverted persistence. He may not mind using some external power in his mission, but under normal circumstances, the bat refuses any additional supernatural power.

It's like having platinum kryptonite or a lamp ring of certain colors, but you would rather keep it than turn it into your normal ability.

Moreover, the relationship between Zatanna and Batman deteriorated later, so she probably 'gifted' this suit of armor to Zatanna directly.

"Actually, I originally modified them to wear them myself, removing those annoying bat logos, but I later found that they were too stuffy, so my fishnet stockings are better."

Constantine nodded immediately, saying that he also thought fishnet stockings were good, but Zatanna ignored him.

"So, this thing has been worn by Batman?"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in Terry's tone.

"What's the matter? I've cleaned it with magic. It's cleaner than laundry or even ultrasonic cleaning. And I've also worn it. Do you dislike me for being such a person?"

Zatanna scratched her head and made a gesture.

"You are much thinner than Batman, and his armor has a certain extension function, so after I modified it, it can fit my body and you won't feel awkward wearing it."

Constantine suddenly looked back and looked at Terry with stern eyes: "You are still not happy, take it off quickly, you ungrateful guy!"

After hearing this, Terry immediately put the armor into his inventory, glanced at it and the data appeared on him again.

Combining bat technology with Zatanna's full enchantment, the attributes of this set are even more powerful than Bai's fire protection.

"Yes, there is nothing unacceptable."

Finally there is Alan.

"I won't show off to you. I guess I don't have anything here that you like."

What's strange is that Zatanna's attitude towards Alan doesn't seem to be like talking to a peer at all, but more like facing an elder.

Terry speculated that Zatanna might have learned something after contacting her father through meditation in the morning.

Alan waved his hand nonchalantly: "I don't need anything."

Jason coughed twice more, but unfortunately no one answered him this time.

(End of this chapter)