Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 232 Act individually
Lady Helena was surprised by Lord Goff's sudden suggestion.

"You're going to Mexico, too? With me?"

"What's the problem?" Lin You said with a smile, "Are you not welcome?"

Helena looked at the boy in front of her, and when she confirmed that he was not joking, she suddenly asked a question: "Is there a problem with the investigation of the 'Saint'? Or is it that there is a problem with the task of finding the Spear of Longinus that I took over, so that a royal advisor needs to come forward in person?"

"The 'Saints' are no longer a big problem." Lin You replied, "The trouble we are facing is much bigger than a few terrorists who can do magic."

Helena asked, "Should I be worried about this?"

Lin You did not answer, because at this moment the sound of passengers being notified to board the plane came from the radio. Earl Goff stood up and raised the boarding pass in his hand and said, "Don't worry, ma'am, we will talk about it after we get on the plane. This is not a good place to discuss advanced academic issues."

Passengers all around stood up after hearing the broadcast, and the noise was much louder than before.

"You can get a ticket for the seat next to me in such a short time? Does that mean the Commonwealth has always maintained the privileges of the nobility?" Helena said half-jokingly.

“No need to look for the seat next to you.” Lin You rubbed his fingers, and the boarding passes in his hand suddenly shifted. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there were two of them; he handed over one of them.

"I've already upgraded your cabin class," Earl Goff said with a smile. "Isn't the person who hired you to find the Holy Lance too stingy? A world-renowned archaeologist and explorer can only sit in business class?"

Helena seemed not to hear the temptation in the other party's words. She just happily took the boarding pass and said with a smile: "True nobles do have privileges."

"You are wrong, ma'am; in modern society, capital and wealth are the real privileges." Lin You was not in a hurry. He just followed Helena slowly and followed the crowd to the boarding gate.

The flight from London to Mexico City takes about eleven hours, which is enough time to find out the news.

While Count Goff was flying across the Atlantic, Constantine was leaving the hotel, holding his nearly 40-year-old waist; the all-night "communication" with Charlotte last night was quite a burden for him.

Originally, all the progress was under the control of the Hell Detective; with the eloquence cultivated from decades of mingling with all kinds of people, Constantine successfully won Charlotte's favor, and the conversation venue was smoothly moved from the bar to the hotel where the woman was staying.

According to Constantine's expectations, this was a test using himself as bait; when the two of them developed a "frank and honest" relationship, the densely packed talisman tattoos on his body suddenly appeared, which would inevitably catch the other party off guard.

Although most of the talismans on her body were defensive in nature and not aggressive, if Charlotte was really from hell, her reaction would definitely be different from that of ordinary people when she was suddenly faced with so many spells targeting demons.

Unexpectedly, Charlotte's reaction was indeed different, but not the "different" that Constantine had imagined.

When Charlotte saw Constantine's exposed skin, she was shocked by the pattern of the talisman at first, and then she began to distinguish the types and functions of the talismans one by one; she was like a senior master of black magic, not only could she accurately describe the effects of the talismans, she even knew the subtle differences when the same talisman was described in different words.

Constantine could see excitement, surprise and even ridicule at mistakes on the other person's face, but he could not see the disgust and vigilance that belonged to the devil of hell.

Even these spells used to resist the devil were like the strongest aphrodisiac in Charlotte's eyes. One night later, Mr. Hellblazer had to lean against the wall to walk out early in the morning, and he had to sit on a bench on the street after walking a few steps. Not only were his legs as soft as noodles, but his hands were also shaking, and he couldn't light the lighter in his hand for a long time.

"Fuck, who is she?" Constantine finally lit up a "Silka" cigarette and took a deep puff to soothe his trembling heart; he felt that the past night was more physically and mentally exhausting than facing the big devil.

Before he could fully savor the scene, he looked up and saw the headmaster of Hogwarts standing in front of him. He was wearing a long robe, the hem of which almost reached the ground. People were passing by on the street, but no one noticed this strange old man.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Constantine tried to stand up but failed.

"It's not easy to find you, Mr. Constantine. I have some questions I need to know from you." Dumbledore seemed not to notice the other party's embarrassment.

"I thought we had a very thorough conversation yesterday." Constantine looked around. "Are you following me?"

"No, I didn't. In order to find you, I had to ask some well-informed friends for help, and even planned to use divination. Fortunately, Mr. Constantine is well-known in certain small circles, and someone noticed your whereabouts and informed me in time."

"In time? That's an interesting word." Constantine tried again and finally stood up successfully with his hands on his thighs. "You sound very anxious."

"I am indeed very anxious, and for more than one thing. After talking to you yesterday, I went to see the leader of the Saints - yes, the one you are thinking of." Dumbledore said in a calm but serious tone, "I got a name from him; Odiem."

Hearing the name, Constantine's lazy expression suddenly tightened; such an obvious change naturally did not escape Dumbledore's eyes.

"It seems that you know this name; and have dealt with him before?"

Constantine nodded slightly, as if to admit it but said nothing, and asked, "Did Grindelwald tell you how much this name has to do with this matter?"

"O'Dimm instigated Grindelwald to fight for the Holy Lance, and at the same time, he mentioned your name. So, I also want to ask you, how much do you have to do with this name?" Dumbledore looked straight into Constantine's tired and lifeless eyes; he did not use "Legitimate Thoughts", but he seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"How should I put it? This O'Dimm is like... a door-to-door salesman!" Constantine frowned and puffed on the cigarette in his hand. "He has sold me contracts more than once, trying to buy my soul. An overly enthusiastic demon is more troublesome than a salesman; like a piece of chewed gum, it sticks and can't be thrown away."

"This Mr. O'Dimm sought cooperation with Grindelwald, and it happened that you disrupted the operation of the 'Saints'. Do you think he was targeting you or Grindelwald?"

"How should I know?" Constantine threw away the half-smoked cigarette irritably. "Didn't you say there was more than one thing that was urgent? What else?"

"The second thing is that Ms. Helena Shaw left the hotel without saying goodbye. The last news sent back by Mr. Forester showed that Ms. Shaw was preparing to return to Mexico; probably for the Spear of Longinus."

Constantine was stunned when he heard this, and then he said angrily: "Why didn't you talk about this first."

"Because Ms. Xiao's plane will arrive in Mexico in at least ten hours; with my help, you have plenty of time to get there."

(End of this chapter)