"Teleportation! So this is Raven!"
Off campus.
Ian finally got Haagen-Dazs.
Ten.
No more, no less.
Being principled, of course he also remembered to give one to the girl who had helped him before.
"Thank you, Rachel, you are also a real superhero." Ian expressed his gratitude sincerely, and the girl's eyes were a little complicated after hearing his approval.
"Superhero..."
Rachel looks a little touched.
She didn't know how many unspeakable thoughts arose in her heart. How should I put it, she still didn't know much about Ian, and she obviously didn't know that Ian would praise everyone so much when she met him.
"The last time I ate something so delicious was the last time... the snacks I exchanged with Evil Spirit and my adoptive father were also so delicious." Ian licked the spoon with a look of aftertaste on his face.
"Evil Spirit? What Evil Spirit?" Sitting opposite Ian, not in the mood to eat ice cream, just staring at Ian who kept thinking about Rachel. At this time, Ian's words also aroused curiosity.
Evil Spirit and snacks.
These are obviously not two words that can be linked together.
"A ghost that is too deceptive. It looks like a nun, but I bet it is 100% not human..." Ian recounted his experience of being abducted.
Hear the words.
Rachel's pupils shrank sharply.
"Like this?"
She dipped her finger into some coffee and drew realistic graffiti on the table.
"Well, well, that's right."
Ian admired the other party's painting skills.
"Have you encountered this too?"
The boy's tone was a bit surprised.
"I saw it in the book."
Rachel stared at Ian carefully for a long time.
"This is Valak, one of Solomon's Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Gods... You may have met a clone of him in the human world." The girl stared straight at Ian's words in a faint tone.
"Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Gods!?"
Ian was stunned at first.
My hands started to tremble slightly.
Just when Rachel thought he might be scared.
"That's it!"
The boy slapped his head.
"No wonder the little desserts exchanged for Him melt in your mouth! It's so nourishing!"
He really suddenly realized this. No wonder Minotaur Demon cannot be exchanged for the reward from his adoptive father. It is because Demons is not of high quality and cannot be used as a high-grade synthetic material!
"????"
Rachel looked blankly at Ian who was still slightly excited. She felt that normal people shouldn't react like this - well, she already knew just now that this boy's way of thinking was not normal.
"Have you not realized what impact this matter will have on you?" Rachel would like to remind Ian that those who can be called demons are terrifying existences with strong vengeance.
However.
"I realize it, I realize it."
Ian nodded vigorously.
"This matter is indeed of great significance to me - thank you, Rachel, the friend I am happy to share with, you made me understand that there are at least seventy-two Evil Spirits that I can trade with my adoptive father for snacks in this world!" There was a little excitement in his tone.
How could you not be excited?
More than seventy-two!
If the so-called demon gods can keep making them clones, Ian feels that he may have found a real perpetual motion machine! In the future, he may not have to worry about the problem of insufficient attributes!
"No... that's not what I want to express at all." Rachel was stunned. She found that she really couldn't keep up with Ian's way of thinking.
But Ian doesn't care about this.
"I have to learn magic!"
Ian is extremely determined to learn magic.
He is not Martin Luther King.
But this does not prevent him from having a real dream in his heart at this time - he hopes to keep a demon in captivity so that he can use the demon's clone to make sacrifices every day!
This is obviously not an easy thing, but not easy things are worth doing, right? At this moment, the young man already has his own United States dream in his heart.
"You can't learn my magic."
Rachel is already trying his best to keep up with Ian's thinking.
However.
"I don't want to learn your magic... I just want to touch your forehead again, it lights up, yes, that's it... Why does your face look so red and warm?" Ian, who longed to be contaminated by Trigon's magic, did not get what he wanted, because Rachel teleported away, leaving only an empty chair.
"What a pity."
Ian is a little regretful.
He conveniently took the ice cream that the girl had only eaten in one bite. In line with the traditional concept of saving food, he put the ice cream into the plastic box that he had always kept in his arms.
"Ah~ hurry up and shut up."
Ian ignored Minotaur's abuse.
Repay evil with kindness.
I forced Demons's head to eat an ice cream.
"It didn't leak out?"
He observed slightly.
An unscientific miraculous phenomenon was discovered.
So.
"Finally there is a place to recycle the broccoli that mom cooked! I can even use you to open a garbage recycling company!" Ian immediately became happy after the disappointment just now.
He realized that he had an exclusive Trash Can.
Now I really got rich.
"Damn humans!"
Minotaur roared in horror.
But he was blocked again by Ian.
Return to school again.
As expected.
Due to Mr. White's chaos, the school announced a temporary holiday for half a day. Ian put the oranges he had bought temporarily into his trouser pocket and went to the gym he had been thinking about for a long time while humming a tune.
And just after Ian and most of the students had evacuated the school.
"Poor White, he was a good guy and always shared the best medicine with us... I mean, he really didn't deserve to die in such a miserable way."
Some teachers still stayed in the school and were extremely sad to help the police with their investigation.
He is really sad.
"Excuse me, do you know the enemy of the deceased?" The police obviously suspected that this was a long-planned murder, or a campus terrorist attack planned by some super madman.
"Let me think about it, Miss Lucy seems to have had a conflict with him. I'm not just talking about it, but..." Some teachers used the traditional skills in professional life.
Be prepared to take the opportunity to apply eye drops to those who don't like it.
And at this moment.
A man wearing a windbreaker and a shaggy beard greeted us at the school gate.
"Damn it! I can't get in! My Psychic Card was stolen by Superman not long ago! Superheroes are extremely shameless!" Constantine subconsciously touched his pockets but couldn't find the familiar old friend.
His expression was very annoyed.
"I really don't want to come back! Metropolis is quarreling with me!" Constantine looked at the campus where he noticed Demons's aura, and shouted to the sky like a psychopath.
The next moment.
Everything around him seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Whether it was passers-by, vehicles, or even the soft rain, time seemed to begin to flow at an extremely slow speed.
"Huh~"
The sound of flapping wings appeared.
A white man passing by suddenly turned from white to black.
That was an old acquaintance of Constantine - a Angels with the correct complexion.
"You must stay here, Constantine, darkness is coming, and if you want to redeem your soul, you need to start investigating from where it rises!"
Black Angel sounded serious.
It is because of His appearance.
The world will slow down.
"The rise of darkness also arises from Los Angeles. Don't pretend you don't know who is there!" Constantine unceremoniously angrily yelled at Angels.
"Lucifer is not a threat, it is the disaster we have to face." Angels's tone was heavy. His words allowed Constantine, who has always been intuitive, to grasp important details.
"We?"
He looked at Angels suspiciously.
Angels did not respond.
"Do what you have to do."
He just reminded me again.
"Okay, I will investigate clearly, what is it that makes you aloof masters so scared." Constantine sighed and chose to compromise.
His soul is his weakness.
"Very good."
Angels nodded.
Constantine continued to speak and talked about the conditions, "However, you must first ensure that Superman will not come to trouble me again. He even caught me at Gotham yesterday and gave me a warning!"
"Damn thief! He actually didn't admit that he stole my Psychic Card! Superheroes also lie a lot!" Even when he cursed, Constantine only dared to curse in a low voice.
It seemed that even if the world slowed down, it wouldn't bring him much sense of security.
"You don't need to worry Superman, he will only teach you a lesson once." Angels smiled softly, Constantine was still doubtful, and then he changed the subject again.
"The child you kidnapped is the trouble you should worry about - poor Constantine. You have such a talent that you can always provoke things you shouldn't provoke." Angels's golden pupils were full of compassion. His behavior shocked Constantine.
A bad premonition came over me.
"What do you mean?"
Constantine asked quickly.
"The meaning is very simple... Before the Lord comes back, if you are caught by that boy, don't mention Heaven, and don't mention me, but you can say that you were bewitched by Lucifer."
"Let him find our King of Hell, I believe Lucifer can deal with him."
Angels spoke seriously.
"Ah?"
Before Constantine could react.
He has disappeared.
The passers-by returned to their original skin color, and the whole world returned to normal operations. Although still confused, Constantine also felt a sense of thoughtfulness and fear from Angels's words.
"It's all Charles! It's all a kidnapping planned by him independently! I'm innocent - if I hand over Charles now, can I get a little chance to make amends?"
He shouted to the sky.
Got no response.
Only passers-by looked at him like a fool.