Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 216 When the Bad Kang Meets the Naughty Kid
Lin You looked up and down at the interior of the cabin, not hiding his curiosity.

The space inside the cabin was obviously much larger than what was visible from the outside, and it looked like a travel tent that wizards often used, with a traceless stretch spell cast on it. However, Lin You knew that the two were fundamentally different.

This mysterious house of Constantine can be regarded as a divine artifact even in the mythological world, and it cannot be compared with those mass-produced things.

In the dimension of time and space, this cabin and the things stored in it are in a special state of "being there and not being there"; without the consent of the cabin owner and the cabin itself, outsiders have no chance of taking away even a single needle or thread from the house.

Such unique security attributes made Lin You salivate - the Forrest family's treasure house urgently needed to upgrade its security capabilities.

"Coffee or whiskey?" The owner of the cottage didn't seem to care about the greed in the guest's eyes. "Whiskey, I just found out there's no coffee here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a glass filled with amber-yellow liquid was placed in front of Lin You.

Looking at the clearly visible fingerprints on the outer layer of the glass and the suspicious stains remaining on the rim, Earl Goff looked disgusted; this glass probably had not been washed since the last use, or before the last use.

"Oh, I forgot, you're not yet of legal drinking age; I think you're only halfway?" Constantine picked up the glass he had just put down five seconds ago and drank the wine in it; "Be good, kid, don't learn to drink like an adult."

This deliberately vindictive look almost made Lin You laugh; "Mr. Constantine, you'd better speak quickly; perhaps you don't understand that when dealing with children, you can't let them drink or let them feel bored, otherwise it will only be your family that suffers."

"How do you want me to be unlucky? Or can you bring bad luck to this house?" Constantine leaned back in his chair comfortably, smiled, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

The existence of this magic cottage makes Mr. Hellblazer feel fearless.

"Well, it seems that you really don't understand the destructive power of naughty children." Lin You sighed and shook his head, raising his hand and "reaching" towards the empty space beside him.

The moment Count Goff raised his hand, a loud noise suddenly came from the magic hut; the wooden boards on the wall and the furnishings in the house all shook violently with the loud noise.

Constantine, who was originally sitting with his legs crossed and leaning back, suddenly felt the chair under his butt jump. He then slid down and almost sat on the ground. The wine glass in his hand was almost thrown out.

Before the owner of the cabin could figure out what was going on, he felt the vibrations of the floor getting stronger and stronger, and the things placed in the cupboards, desks, and bookshelves "disappeared" one after another; that meant that the space inside the cabin had become unstable, and the items in the house could no longer maintain the special state of "being there and not being there", but were forced to become "completely absent".

"What did you do?" Constantine screamed at Lin You, his previous fearless look gone.

Lin You blinked his eyes and pretended not to understand. His hand continued to "stretch" to the side, but suddenly, his fingers began to "disappear".

Of course, a hand would not disappear by itself, but because it "reached" into another invisible space. Constantine saw it clearly. Although he did not know the dimension of the Ophiuchus Saint, he knew that this should be a space-type "magic" - and it was very powerful.

The magic hut is a special space. Constantine found it hard to imagine a space magic that could destabilize the hut. If he were to do it himself, he would have to prepare a series of complicated magic arrays and rituals to destroy the hut, and success was not guaranteed. But looking at Count Goff in front of him, it seemed easy to do.

He really just extended his hand.

"Stop, stop! I mean, the information about the 'saints'." Constantine shouted. If we judge from the perspective of knowing the times, this Hell Detective is definitely a contemporary hero - if not one of the best, at least one of the best.

Seeing that the other party had surrendered, Lin You smiled lightly and withdrew his hand from the dimensional space; but at the same time, he also withdrew... a can of chocolate beans?

"Aren't you going to tell me the information about the 'Saint'? Go ahead!" Lin You threw the candy beans into his mouth and chewed them with a "crunching" sound; he looked like he had moved a small stool, prepared snacks, and was waiting to listen to a story, as if he didn't notice that Constantine's face had become so dark that it was unbearable to look at.

When Lin You withdrew his hand, the dimensional space closed immediately, and the vibration caused by the space conflict also disappeared; only the mess on the ground was left - mostly daily items such as wine bottles and wine glasses that had not been put away.

Constantine supported himself with his elbows on the chair and took a lot of effort to move his butt back to the chair. He lifted the wine glass but found that the wine had spilled completely. He wanted to find the bottle but found that the bottle was lying on the floor with only one tenth of the wine left.

Mr. Detective sighed and said, "Well, now I know what a naughty child is."

Then he saw a jar of sugar handed to him: "I'm treating you, do you want some?" Constantine was so angry that he emptied half of the jar and put it in his mouth, chewing it like fried beans.

"How did you meet Ms. Helena Shaw, and how did you come into conflict with the 'Saint'?" Lin You asked while eating, but he did not eat as grossly as the other person, instead he put the snacks into his mouth rhythmically one by one.

"Nothing special. I ran into Helena by chance in Mexico before. She was being held hostage by several wizards. I thought they were dark wizards trying to rob her, so I helped drive them away. Later, I learned from Helena that what they wanted was clues to finding the Holy Lance."

Constantine's mouth was filled with chocolate beans and he couldn't swallow them, so his voice became muffled.

"So when did you know those dark wizards were 'saints'?"

"I knew it when the fight started. There were several old men and women, and I saw the 'Saint' pendants on the chests of two of them. They were well-known in the magic world decades ago. How could I not recognize them?"

Constantine said as he pulled out a pendant from his pocket;

"I even stole one of them."

Lin You took it and took a look, and it was indeed Grindelwald's famous logo derived from the "Deathly Hallows".

"Based on your observation, what is the current status of those 'saints'? Are they scattered guerrillas or organized?" Lin You's tone became a little more serious.

Although both are criminal acts, organized and unorganized are two completely different concepts; especially for groups like the "Saints" that have evolved into political party-like organizations, organization is their biggest feature that distinguishes them from other dark wizards, and is also their strongest strength.

Constantine did not answer directly, but spoke of another matter meaningfully: "I accompanied Helena from America back to Europe, and encountered at least three groups of 'saints' stalking along the way; those were only the ones I discovered, and there may be more that I didn't discover."

"I understand." Lin You nodded slightly; being able to track targets across the Atlantic Ocean in a timely manner and assign different people to carry out the execution, its efficient organization is naturally beyond doubt.

(End of this chapter)