Chapter 1487: Birds and Return (32)

The Forgotten Bar was much more lively at night than during the day. The dim candlelight swayed, coating the copper wine glass in the magician's hand with a bright luster. Magicians wearing magician robes of different colors sat together in groups. They are used to whispering, while many half-demon with horns on their heads or elves from Maia gather together to shout and drink together.

The owner of the Forgotten Bar, Dark Master Jim, was sitting behind the counter cleaning wine glasses. A female half-demon with horns on her head and goat's hooves walked to the bar and sat down. She swung her long whip-like tail and knocked on the table of the counter. Say it in a tactful tone.

"Master Dark Night, is there any new news recently? As you know, the demon general I served was recently killed by his son. I have to find some fun to coax the stupid young man who just came to power."

Jim concentrated on admiring the clean wine glass in his hand, and without raising his eyes, he said to the half-demon woman: "I didn't expect you actually encouraged that quail-like major general to attack his father, Sarah. Leah, do you really think he can support the entire Shadow Scorpion Army?"

"He is much better than his father." The half-demon known as Salia put her face on her hands and said: "The times in hell have changed. That old scorpion can only throw his fists and is not as smart as his son. , I just want to follow a wise master."

"There is some new news recently, but don't think of leaving me empty-handed."

"Oh? About what?"

Seeing Jim's calm expression, Salia smiled and said as if she was helpless: "Give me a glass of soul brew, add a little more sinner's blood, and I'll pay the highest price."

Jim nodded with satisfaction, turned around and took out the ingredients from the cabinet behind him to start mixing the wine. While adding the ingredients into the mixing glass, he said: "Some time ago, Dr. Schiller's apprentice summoned Beelzebub. Recently, Beelzebub’s forces have not responded to anyone’s call, perhaps they have signed an exclusive agent contract.”

"This is not really news." Salia shook her tail dissatisfiedly and said, "It happened more than half a month ago."

"Okay, have you heard about All Souls Cemetery in London?"

"What happened at All Souls Cemetery?" Salia leaned forward, making a curious gesture, staring closely at Master Dark Night's face with her red vertical eyes.

"Many graves in All Souls Cemetery have been dug up. The gravekeeper, Master Kaz, has not found the murderer yet. It is estimated that he will come here in a few days to issue a reward order."

Salia raised her eyebrows and said with some disdain: "It is probably done by those necromancers playing with bones again. There is nothing strange about this. You only need to see if the prices of undead materials on the black market have been reduced." ?”

But Dark Night Master Jim shook his head and said: "The strange thing is that the gravedigger just dug up each grave one by one, but did not take away a single body."

Salia's eyebrows frowned. She thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that the people buried in All Souls Cemetery have a grudge against him? But aren't most of them ordinary people there? There's no need for a magician to go there if he wants revenge. Dig ordinary people’s graves?”

"Who says it's not?" Jim handed the mixed wine to Salia and said: "We are more inclined to think that he wants to cause trouble for the tombkeeper Kaz, this eccentric necromancer who has occupied all souls. The cemetery has been in the cemetery for so long, and some people have long been unhappy with him.”

Shalia held the wine glass and sighed softly and said: "I don't think it's that simple. If he really wants to cause trouble for Kaz, he should take away the body so that Kaz has no casting materials and dig the graves one by one. In addition to causing trouble, he should It’s useless except to anger Kaz.”

Just as he was talking about this, the door of the Forgotten Bar opened with a bang, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The customer next to the door cursed dissatisfiedly: "Which bastard is so rude?... Gravekeeper Card" Why are you willing to leave Wanling Cemetery?"

"Because a damn bastard came to my place to cause trouble, and I came here to issue a reward!"

The necromancer named Kaz is a skinny little old man, wearing a tattered black robe, with a bunch of keys on his waist. Human bones can be vaguely seen in the rag bag full of traces of dirty mud and water.

"Long time no see, Master Kaz. We haven't seen each other since you became the Archmage, right?" Jim greeted him.

"Stop talking nonsense, Jim! Don't think I've forgotten that you were on Poppon's side. Get the reward order quickly. When I catch that damn bastard, I'll make him look good!"

Kaz knocked on the bar table very irritably. Jim didn't mind his rude attitude. Instead, he turned around to get the reward order from the cabinet and explained: "I just don't want two archmages in my bar. If we fight, it will turn this place into ruins.”

"That coward Popon didn't dare to fight with me. Everyone knows that he owes the Lava Lord. Now he doesn't even dare to leave the Mage Tower. I told you before that he will not end well!"

Kaz snorted, but did not continue to curse. He lowered his head and picked up a pen and started filling out the reward order. Saria, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, put down her glass, walked to Kaz's side quietly, and said to him: "Master Kaz, I have been honored for a long time. I am Shalia. I heard that a bastard dug up the grave in All Souls Cemetery and angered you. Maybe I can be of some help."

Kaz raised his head and looked at Saria from head to toe with cold eyes. It wasn't until he saw the hair on her back that Kaz said: "Descendant of succubi? Get out of here, I don't have time." What kind of physical games are we playing with you?”

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Salia's face froze, but she still said: "If you issue a public reward order, then I can also take over the task. Why don't you explain the situation in detail so that everyone can understand."

Kaz hesitated for a moment, then tugged on his beard, and then said: "There are no details. There is just a bastard I can't catch who comes to my grave every night. He just opens it and forgets it." Taking the body out of the coffin and putting it on the ground made me have to clean it up every day.”

"Just a few nights later, he plowed the entire Wanling Cemetery and dug out almost all the corpses, but he didn't take away any of them. He's simply a madman!"

After a while, Kaz's reward order was finished, and Jim pinned it on the reward notice board, but almost everyone lost interest after just one glance.

Kaz is used to being stingy and offers very low prices, but what he has to deal with is a tomb robber who can hide from the eyes of the archmage. No one likes to do this kind of loss-making job, so this matter becomes a casual conversation among the guests in the tavern. The topic of conversation was laughed off.

Until about three o'clock in the morning, most of the guests dispersed, leaving only a few drunkards who were moved to the corner of the bar by the waiter. When the last waiter finished his work, the Dark Night Master felt a little sleepy. Leaning on the bar and waiting for dawn.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the back door of the tavern. Jim was startled. He first turned on the lamp on the counter, then took out a lantern from under the cabinet and lit it. He held the lantern in one hand and pressed it on his waist with the other. The hilt of the sword and walked towards the back door.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and the light of the lantern shone on a bearded face. A wave of cold air rushed in, and Jim's exclamation echoed at the door: "John Constantine?"

"It's me." Constantine seemed a little tired and his voice was still hoarse. He held the door frame with one hand and dragged a dark object with the other. Jim's heart trembled. He took two steps back and said with a frown: " What happened to you? Are you injured? Are you being chased by another demon? "

Constantine sighed, shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you? I have washed my hands in a golden basin. There is no magician Constantine anymore. I am just an ordinary person now."

"Ordinary people wouldn't knock on my door in the middle of the night. Come in." Jim stepped aside and illuminated the room with a lantern. He looked at Constantine's hands and feet and struggled to move the dark thing behind him. Dragged in.

As soon as the thing appeared in the light, Jim gasped. It was a coffin, still stained with mud, and it looked like a black coffin that had just been dug out.

Constantine half-knelt on the ground, holding on to the lid of the coffin and gasping for a while, then stood up and said with complaint: "Although I don't like to use magic to solve everything, it's really inconvenient without magic. Do you have a toolbox? I need to pry it open."

Jim slowly widened his eyes. In the dim room, he looked at Constantine and said, "Could you be the tomb robber that Kaz wants to put a reward on?"

"What kind of tomb robber? All Souls Cemetery was originally my territory, and the 'Dead Man' gave it to me to take care of. That Kaz was just occupying a magpie's nest, and he thought he was the master there."

Constantine curled his lips, but Jim was still a little confused and said: "Even so, you don't need to dig graves, right? Just drive Kaz away."

"It has nothing to do with that." Constantine shook his head and began to look for tools in the room that could pry open the coffin nails. After a while, he brought a crowbar, waved to Jim and said, "Come here. You help me light it, I'm going to turn it on."

Jim stood in front of the coffin and watched Constantine insert the crowbar into the gap in the coffin. He frowned and asked, "Who is in the coffin?"

"Andrew Bennett."

Jim gasped, a look of memory flashing across his face, and then he asked, "That sixteenth-century vampire?"

Constantine nodded, and after fixing the crowbar, he stood up and stepped on the edge of the crowbar. An extremely harsh friction sound was heard, and a gap was opened in the coffin.

"Why did you dig him out?"

"I have something to do with him." Constantine said seriously: "Or maybe it's not that I have something to do with him... Forget it, let's wake him up first."

With a "bang" sound, the coffin lid was finally lifted by Constantine. The man lying inside had short black hair and a strand of white hair on the left side of his forehead. His face was melancholy and classically handsome, and his complexion was very pale. There was only a trace of blood, and two fangs were faintly visible between the lips and teeth.

"Help me recite the spell to wake up the vampire." Constantine turned to look at Jim and said, "I can't use magic now. If I make a noise to wake him up, your bar may not be able to open tomorrow."

Jim sighed. Obviously, he had a close friendship with Constantine and could not refuse his proposal, so he pulled out the night blade from his waist, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and whispered a few spells.

A ray of light opened on the forehead of the man in the coffin, and then spread all over his body, making his entire body emit a glistening white light.

The man's eyelids moved, and with the trembling of his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes. Constantine bent over and looked at him with concern.

The moment the vampire called Bennett saw Constantine's face, he grabbed the lid of the coffin in a panic. With a "bang", the coffin was closed again.

Jim turned his head and stared at Constantine. Constantine puffed his cheeks and made a strange sound with his lips. He put one hand in his pocket and pinched two fingers of the other hand together, saying.

"Back then, when we were investigating the cult together, there was a little... small accident."