The roses here were a riot of colors, swaying gently in the wind as if showing off their beauty. But they obviously would not point the way. To Deathstroke, their swaying looked more like a summoning ritual.
"I see. Well, no matter what, we can't just keep standing at the door." Constantine turned and shut the door, took out a key to lock it, then brushed the ash off his sleeve. "How about we just pick a path and go? Yeah, let Bobo lead the way. If we run into land mines, he can deal with them."
The labyrinth could not speak, nor would it urge them onward. In the Garden of Destiny, time did not really mean much, so Zha Kang was merely joking.
British people's sense of humor was probably located in their heels. His Punchline was different from everyone else's.
"You're finished, Constantine. You're finished. From now on, don't even dream of getting a single drop of clean booze at Oblivion Bar. If you dare show up next time, this ape will piss in your glass."
Bobo reacted quickly as well. Even though he knew it was a joke, he would not miss the opportunity. He immediately flipped the bastard off with the imposing air of a Templar drawing a lightsaber.
"The Magic World has more than just your bar." Zha Kang picked his nose and flicked a black, gooey little ball away. "Worst case, I'll just drink at Demon Lord's bar."
Most of the time, Constantine only went to cheap convenience stores on the street to buy the lowest-priced alcohol. After all, drinks at any wizard bar were rather expensive.
But wizard bars were not just places to drink. Much of the Magic World's information had to be gathered there.
As a detective, his need for