"Midnight, you have to help us this time." Jim placed both hands on the counter and stared into the Black man's eyes. "You know how urgent things are! The vampires have huge ambitions this time. Crimson Queen Mary and her descendants are ravaging London. If the magic world weren't on the verge of collapse, I wouldn't have come to you."
"Give me a break. I'm not interested in getting involved in that." Midnight shrugged. "My power is still intact. If they dare come here, they'll only find death. As for the magic world, they brought this on themselves. Why should I save them?"
"But the ordinary people of London..."
"The vampires aren't stupid." Midnight returned the polished glass to its rack. "They can't wage war against both you and ordinary people at the same time. They'll definitely take care of the mages first while the magic world is on the verge of collapse. Until then, ordinary people are safe."
Deadman Boston was just about to speak when Midnight cut him off. "Don't tell me that ordinary people in London will be harmed someday. I'm a Black man who lived during the slave-trading era, and the East India Company belonged to the British Royal Family. It's time those slave-owning lords paid for what they did."
Everyone fell silent. They knew Midnight was a white-hating racist, and he had indeed been a direct victim of the Black slave trade. He had been born in the Caribbean Sea during the eighteenth century, and his ancestors had been Black slaves sold there by the Spanish.
Jim had heard Constantine talk about Midnight's background before. There was no need to elaborate on the living conditions of Black people back then. The two siblings had lived in constant fear, seeking only to survive. Fortunately, Midnight had