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Chapter 118 The Wizard Lord and Aifati

 The world's best fighting arena converted from a warehouse is as high as a four-story building, but it's not really a four-story building.

 The ceiling of the hall on the first floor is almost seven meters, two stories high, followed by the second and third floors.

 The first floor is a fighting arena, the second floor is a nightclub-like rest area, and the third floor is divided into two, with one half being an office area and the other half being converted into a boxer training room.

On the roof of the warehouse, a glass loft with one bedroom, four living rooms and a front yard was built using bulletproof glass, light alloy steel, wood and sound insulation panels.

 At 7:30 in the morning, the morning sun casts a warm red beam on the earth. The red light fell on the river, sparkling like a red carp jumping on the river.

Red light falls on the glass wall, reflecting thousands of rays of rays of light.

 “Huhuhu...”

 In this beautiful and peaceful morning scene, Harry suddenly woke up from the "nightmare" and gasped for air.

 The thick shawl hair is dripping with water, and most of it is wet from the root to the tip. There is no clothes on the body, and the sweaty thin blanket hangs on the skin like tape.

“Fake, black magic is quick to master, but the side effects are too great.”

 Harry lifted the thin blanket and walked naked to the bathroom next to her.

The cool water dripped down from the shower head, taking away the sweat and dirt on her body, but it could not wash away the haze in her heart and the looming shadow in front of her eyes.

  She could not see a shadow, but when she faced the glass or mirror, she could vaguely see an indistinguishable figure behind her.

 The first time she saw the shadow, she was frightened and tried to exorcise herself with a "confessional stick" and a cross.

 But completely ineffective.

Soon, Harley guessed that the shadow was the source of her nightmares, black legs and feet, and mental depression.

So she gritted her teeth and communicated with the voice of heaven through the big cross again.

The voice of the sky was the same as the first time, so ethereal that there was no emotion at all. She expressed her needs and it met her needs.

 It told her: This is one of the costs of using black magic, and no one can help except her to get through it. Just like a person is lazy, God can only advise him to be diligent, but cannot take away laziness from him.

 This piece of information cost her two thousand merit points.

Of course, this price is not too bad, because Tian Zhisheng made it clear that it is not the mastermind behind the scenes who is trying to punish her, and she can even get through it on her own.

In this way, she no longer has to be suspicious, on tenterhooks, not thinking about food and drink, and unable to sleep at night...

I have been struggling like this for almost half a year, and the turning point of my "illness" has not yet arrived.

 At first she couldn't see the shadow, but now she can see it in the mirror. Now the shadow is getting clearer and clearer...One day, she will be able to see it "with the naked eye".

 Perhaps, the turning point will come the day we see the shadow’s face clearly?

 Is it going to be a good time?

The weird thing is that Harry actually got a lot of benefits from doing this every day: willpower level 2, 55% (last time it was level 2, 5%, which improved the progress by 50%).

 Level 2 Willpower and Mental Defense feat: Weak resistance to physical stuns.

For example, when Harley is boxing with others, her will is always clear and she will not be confused by being beaten no matter what.

 For another example, even if her neighbor’s house is being renovated and cement pavement is being drilled on the street outside her apartment building, she can still open the window and concentrate on her problem set.

 Harry has tried it in the ring, and this defensive feat is very useful in combat.

 As the level increases in the future, it may be possible to be completely immune to "dizziness-type field control".

However, what Harley is concerned about is not the improvement of Will Defense expertise.

 As long as she keeps "destroying other people's wills", her expertise will improve sooner or later.

 The question is, why did her will and spirit become stronger when she was attacked by black magic?

 In other words, this is the practice of traditional black magicians?

 She asked this question in the magic chat group, and they were all confused and surprised at Harley's point of view.

 But even Benjamin, a young genius, began to wonder whether she had a backlash from black magic or had a magical evolution after practicing black magic.

  …

 After taking a shower, Hallie dried her hair, rummaged in the cloakroom for a while, and selected a knee-length denim skirt and a sleeveless vest made of Kairav ​​fabric.

Well, Harry, who was afraid of death, immediately customized dozens of sets of clothes made of bulletproof materials for himself after he got rich, in various styles for spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there was no shortage of clothes, shoes and hats.

These clothes are for ordinary people to wear and are not bulletproof at all.

 Think about it and you will understand. If you put an egg in a plastic bag and throw it from the second floor, the egg will still break if the bag is not broken.

 Only "bulky" inflatable foam bags can protect eggs from impact damage.

 But Harley is not an ordinary person. Her defense is strengthened in all aspects, including internal organs, bones, meridians, muscles, and skin. There are no defects.

 After leaving the bedroom, Harley saw Ivy mopping the floor in the living room with her butt and butt stuck out.

  She was also wearing the "Harley Family" staff uniform, an H-letter T-shirt.

"You don't have to do this. Every two days, the waitress downstairs will come to clean." Harley walked to the kitchen and said while frying eggs.

“But I can only do this now.” Ivy was still mopping the floor.

“You’re really weird. If it were someone else, you’d just eat and drink and live there forever without any psychological burden.” Harry said with a smile.

“I can support myself without relying on anyone. Of course, I am not a freak who awkwardly refuses to accept help from my friends.”

 Ivy was breathing while talking and working.

 “I didn’t say I raised you in vain...”

 Harry came out with fried eggs, bacon, sausage, milk and toast, "Come over for breakfast."

Ivy was not polite and sat across from Harry, munching her share.

“You want me to cook? But I can only make cornflakes,” she said.

 “When did you start wandering?” Harley asked curiously, taking a bite of sausage.

Ivy said dullly: "It didn't take long, just over two months. Before that, my mother was the one cooking.

After your father's conviction was overturned, the GCPD began to re-investigate the shooting case of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

 It was Jim Gordon who asked Fish to find out who sold Wayne's watch and necklace.

I don’t know what they said. When the police detectives came to my house, my father ran away.

 He is a habitual criminal with a criminal record. In addition to killing people, he has done all kinds of bad things. Of course he would run away when the police detectives came to his house.

 The police started to chase him, and there was a shootout and he was killed.

 Died in an unclear manner.

 A few days after my father died, my mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide.

 Child Care Center came to my home and sent me to the Zhoubei Orphanage.

 I was lucky and was adopted by a family within a few days.

 My luck was also very bad. They adopted me only for the government's monthly subsidy of US$500.

I was locked up in the basement, and my mother beat me every day and fed me rancid leftovers.

 One day when she was not at home, my "adoptive father" got drunk and ran to the basement to try to strengthen me.

I am not an ordinary girl. I took the opportunity to kick him in the balls and went to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove and burn the house to a white ground."

When saying this, Ivy still raised her head and looked at Harley proudly, as if to say: Look, I'm not much worse than you, right?

 Harley gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good job, Gotham girl!"

 Getting approval from Gotham’s female boss, Ivy smiled happily.

 “What are your plans for the future? Do you want to continue going to school?” Harley asked.

Ivy shook her head and said: "Although I once dreamed of going to college and becoming a botanist, now I understand the reality.

 First of all, I couldn’t pass the SAT.

Even if I get an offer from a third-rate university, the high tuition fees will kill me.

 Now I have killed my nominal adoptive father..."

 Harry thought for a while and said, "I'll help you with the tuition fees and criminal record. If you concentrate on repeating your studies for two years, you may be able to regain your dream."

“I can no longer be an ordinary student, just like you will no longer participate in gymnastics competitions.” Ivy said with a complicated expression.

 Harry chewed her food silently.

 After a moment of silence, Ivy twisted her body a few times uncomfortably and said, "Are you selling dun?

I am very good at taking care of plants. I used to help the Eyepatch Gang in Brooklyn take care of coca leaves.

  Unfortunately, the cost was too high and it was far cheaper than importing it directly from South America. Within half a month, the Eyepatch Gang went bankrupt and I lost my job.

 However, if you switch to hemp grass that does not have such high requirements for the growing environment, there should be a certain profit margin.”

“I have recently been researching soilless cultivation technology. Using electric lights with special light waves to replace the sun can increase the planting area per unit space and increase profits several times.

 You have a lot of warehouses, you don’t need to empty them all, you just need to build a glass greenhouse on the rooftop like now..."

 Looking at Ivy's face that was red with excitement and her eyes that were shining, Harley was stunned for a while.

 This girl seems to have less moral integrity than a kitten!

“No, I won’t touch Du Ping!” Ha Li quickly interrupted her grand plan: “In fact, what I do is all legitimate business.

 Even the ‘No. 1 Fighting Competition in the World’ has a license issued by the city hall.

 In the future, I plan to make it a global league like the WBA.”

“Well, it’s a legitimate business, an illegal monopoly.” She concluded.

“Huh?” Ivy was startled and said in confusion: “But your fighting arena seems... last night, I saw a lot of people flying high.”

  Harley waved her hand and said: "Guests brought them in by themselves. Drug dealers are not allowed in the fighting arena.

 For this reason, Inspector Fras of the Anti-Narcotics Group came to see me specially.

 I didn’t see him at all and just told him to get lost.

 Then, he asked people to sell the goods in parking lots and on the side of the road.

 It’s not my territory, I don’t care about it and I can’t control it.”

“Then, I will be a female gunner?” Ivy looked hesitant and unsure of herself.

“Don’t make a decision in a hurry now, I’ll take you for a walk down there later.”

“Quack, quack, quack…” Suddenly, a crow flapped its wings and lightly hit the glass wall.

“Hey, this crow is so strange. It has dark green eyes that seem to be shining brightly?” Ivy put down her fork and walked towards the window to open it.

“Hey, Ivy, stop!” Harley looked contemplative and quickly stopped her, “Green-eyed crows like to poop everywhere, don’t let them in.”

 “Really?” Ivy wrinkled her nose and backed away.

“Quack, quack, quack!” The crow’s green eyes were tinged with darkness, and there was actually a kind of human anger.

“Ivy, you go downstairs to find old Gibbs first. He is familiar with all matters in the boxing ring and will definitely be able to help you find a good job.”

 Waiting for Ivy to leave with an incomprehensible expression, Harley opened the window and sighed: "I have mental illness, as you know, I am undergoing treatment, I take medicine every day, and I have no time or energy to complete tasks."

The crow exploded with a bang and turned into a twisted ghost made of black smoke, roaring at Harley: "You are the one who pooped everywhere! The Witch Master thinks your strength is low and wants to give you an Avanti."

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