"Sure enough, you were worried about Deadpool too?"
Seeing Deathstroke stop, Monark leaned over and asked in a low voice.
Although the Magic Prince liked chasing women too, he did not envy Deadpool one bit. Just seeing Mazikeen's face made him want to puke, let alone the fact that she was a demon.
If you displeased her, a casual curse could make pus ooze from your entire body. If you pleased her, she would never leave your side twenty-four hours a day, and sooner or later, you would be drained dry.
In short, getting involved with a demon never ended well.
"Hm?" Su Ming gave him a puzzled look. "Worried about Wade? Do I have nothing better to do? I'd rather spend that time learning to cook."
"Your cousin got together with a demon."
Monark's eyes went dead-fish dull, and he emphasized the word "demon," as though trying to awaken Deathstroke's conscience.
Su Ming casually raised his head and continued examining the large images on the three windows.
"He's an adult with his own way of life. I can't control him, and I don't want to. I'm looking at the stained-glass images. You should look too. Business comes first."
Monark drew a breath and rolled his eyes, but obediently raised his head and carefully examined all three pictures.
He did not just use his naked eyes. He also put on his monocle and inspected them meticulously.
"There's no magic at all. That's really damned strange."
Su Ming took out two cigarettes and lit one for each of them. "What do you mean?"
"Everything in this dimension has magical power. Even a brick in the city wall, even the water used to put out fires. Just as that demon said, magic has permeated every fiber of this dimension." Monark raised the