Chapter 140 The predecessors built the building, and the later generations paid the rent
More than half of the buildings in Gotham, including but not limited to buildings, streets, bridges, and piers, were built by Wayne.
The iconic building of the Wayne family is Wayne Tower in the center of Gotham.
Well, it’s the “beast head statue” building that often appears in Batman movies.
Like the Rockefeller Building, Wayne Tower is also a complex of buildings.
The main building is the office building of Wayne Enterprises, and the auxiliary building will host some large banquets.
For example, just today, a charity banquet to help poor children in Africa is going on.
Magnificent, like the hall of a luxurious palace, with a band playing soothing music on the stage, beauties in gorgeous clothes, well-dressed gentlemen, with fragrant clothes and temples, drinking glasses and chatting, laughing and talking.
“I don’t think we should be here.” Selina pulled her collar uncomfortably.
She changed into a sapphire blue strapless dress, which was very beautiful and fit well.
However, American girls in the developmental stage generally have the defect of being too "round" in figure. Selena felt that compared with the slender collarbones of ladies in the hall, she was too bulky.
The skin on the shoulders is fair and smooth, but extremely thick and strong.
“I just wish the Court of Owls would break out now.”
Bruce turned his head and looked around, with a hint of gloom hidden in his eyes, "Only by exposing them to the sun can we win the battle.
"Hide in the dark, and they will never be defeated, and we will always be in fear."
The young master is wearing a suit and tie. He is personable and handsome.
Being able to deal with greeting guests with ease and composure.
"I'm not worried about the court," Selena said with an unnatural expression. "Maybe I'm not suitable for this kind of party. Maybe, I'm Jesus, and that's Harley. Why is she so shining!"
At the gate, a young girl came looking at her.
She did not go out of her way to dress up in fancy clothes. She also wore light makeup, had a fragrant face and rosy cheeks, and was smooth and charming. She wore a small pink dress and a simple pearl necklace, which further highlighted her skin like auspicious snow and her slim figure.
Different from Selena's American big girl figure, her figure is almost perfect and her body proportions look very comfortable.
Slimness and fitness coexist, and gracefulness and strength coexist.
“Can practicing martial arts also improve the body? Maybe I should learn yoga from her.” Selena said sourly.
“Wow, this is Harley, she’s so beautiful.”
“Hush, her identity is different now. Are you seeking death by mentioning ‘witch’ in front of her? But she is indeed good-looking.”
“Why do I always feel like she’s shining?”
"I think so."
“Look at her hair, the sparkle is the effect of hair accessories!”
Soon, many eyes fell on the crystal "rhinestones" in Harley's hair.
It is obviously a colorful and non-mainstream hair color, but it cannot cover up the essence of "Tears of the Holy Spirit", making her whole person shine.
“Harry, your crystal hair chain is so beautiful, where did you buy it?” Selena asked curiously.
“It was given by someone else.” There were many people who came to say hello and asked about hair chains, so Hallie muttered a few words and went straight to the champagne tower.
Mrs. Xanadu is drinking there alone.
She wore a purple floor-length skirt today, with a head full of black silk fixed on her head by a classical oriental hairpin, giving her a harmonious classical beauty.
“What a coincidence, I meet you here” and I always say hello first.
Then he asked doubtfully: "You probably didn't come here to raise money for charity, right? I noticed that your rumored boyfriend, Mr. Wayne, was accompanied by a girl, and you didn't come with him either."
While she was talking, her eyes fell on Harry's hair.
“My dear Madam, after I visited you at the exorcism center the day before yesterday, I asked someone to inquire about your preferences and habits.
I came here today because I want to see the Archmage’s communication circle." Harry did not hide his purpose.
"Haha, you think I am here to communicate with other mages? I think too much. Most of the time, I prefer to interact with ordinary people." Madam Xanadu chuckled.
Harley sighed: "I am a newbie, and the only person I know in Gotham is Madam, a mage."
“This hair chain of yours is so beautiful. It looks like a magic item, but it has no magic power at all. Where did you buy it?” Shangdu couldn’t help but ask.
God’s means are indeed extraordinary.
“A friend gave it to me. It is said to be a special material extracted from meteorites. I think he is bragging.” Harley boasted.
“Eighty percent of it is really an alien object from the sky,” Madam Xanadu said with a look of astonishment on her face.
Then, the expression on her face calmed down, she took Harry to a quiet balcony, and then said calmly: "Actually, you should avoid the circle of magicians now, and the right way is to spend your final transformation with peace of mind."
Harley asked doubtfully: "Didn't you ask me to find a teacher last time to guide the evolution of magic power?"
The street is right below the balcony, and you can directly see the entire banquet hall without fear of anyone eavesdropping.
Mrs. Xanadu leaned against the fence, took a sip of champagne, and asked without answering: "In the past few days, have the shadows around you become clearer?"
Harry's face changed, "Isn't this normal?"
Mrs. Shangdu sighed: "It's a normal phenomenon, but the speed is too fast.
I thought your terminal transformation would last at least a year.
Generally speaking, two or three years is not a long time, but your transformation is extremely fast, and it may be completed before October.
You need a teacher, but I’m afraid you won’t have enough time.”
“Madam, can you introduce me to a teacher?” Harry asked quickly.
Mrs. Xanadu pondered for a moment and said frankly: "Harry, you know your situation.
If I introduce you to a mage and that mage is willing to take you in, then he must be my friend.
But if he becomes your teacher, he will be targeted by the Crusaders.
I don’t want to put my friends in danger.”
Harry thought for a while and said: "I'm telling the truth, madam, don't be angry. If he is even afraid of the Crusaders, then he is not worthy of being my teacher."
Mrs. Xanadu is really lifeless, but her face has become less beautiful.
Harley thought to herself: "Actually, when I look for a teacher, I don't expect him to guide me in developing high-level magic, but I want to know how to control the process and direction."
She spoke the truth.
The stranger told her over and over again that the mage's magic power was borrowed from the top bosses and would be returned one day.
Realistic experience proves that he did not lie at least on this matter.
Last time Madam Xanadu asked her to be immersed in the magic power of a giant ferocious beast!
It can be seen that although she has lived for more than a thousand years and is still the sister of the fairy in the lake, she still has not solved the problem of the source of magic.
Harry would rather not have magic power than leave the consequences of being controlled by others.
After all, upgrading is the foundation of her power, and magic is only an auxiliary.
But her deathbed transformation has already begun, and she will soon give birth to magic power.
What’s even more embarrassing is that she is not sure who her “creditor” is.
So, she needs to understand the birth process of magic in detail.
“If you just want to know the process and direction of transformation, I can tell you without looking for a teacher.
The process of transformation cannot be controlled or reversed, it can only be endured.
The evolution direction of magic power is mainly determined by two points: how much magic power you are immersed in, and what kind of magic you have been using." Madam Xanadu said calmly.
Infected by what magic?
Either heaven, hell, or both.
They all seem to be ruthless characters?
Harry’s face doesn’t look very good.
If she borrowed the power of the little devil from another dimension, she would still have the confidence to kill him, borrow without repaying, and occupy the magpie's nest, but God and hell
As for magic
Harry's expression is even more ugly. Besides black magic, what else does she have?
“A mage without magic power can only use black magic, right? What chance do you have to choose?” She frowned.
“Who said you can only use black magic if you don’t have magic power?”
Madam Xanadu glanced at her with disdain and said: "Black magic itself is a type of sacrificial art.
Just like me, if I believe in the God of Order, I can use the power of order through sacrificial rituals.
In the ancient times of our ancestors, demons were just one of countless objects that were sacrificed.
If you need, I can tell you the names of a few gods that have been forgotten by time?"
Harry was moved in her heart and asked: "Can we sacrifice to the power of nature?"
“Of course you can. The red color of all living things and the green color of all things can be sacrificed.”
Harry was overjoyed and asked again: "Does the power of nature have an owner?"
“The redness of all living beings and the greenness of all things are gods themselves!”
Harry's expression was stagnant, "Where are the four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire?"
Madam Xanadu looked hesitant, "Most people don't know that there are four major elemental gods in the world, but I happen to believe in the God of Order.
The four elements of earth, water, wind and fire are truly a family of the God of Order.
If you need, I can tell you their true names and summoning rituals."
Harry is a little desperate, all powers have their masters?!
“Madam, I once heard someone say that magic power is borrowed and will be returned one day.”
After saying that, she stared at Mrs. Xanadu, not letting go of the slightest expression on her face.
The green-eyed woman shrugged and said calmly: "If you borrow something, you must repay it, it's very reasonable!"
She knows, but she doesn’t care, and even takes it for granted!
“Madam, you have lived for more than a thousand years, have you ever lost your magic power?” Harley asked again.
Madam Xanadu's face changed, her expression became dazed, and she murmured: "There must have been several times, it was a really difficult time."
shit, more than once!
Harry didn’t know what to say.
“Is there a kind of magic that doesn’t involve any gods at all?” she finally struggled.
Madam Xanadu showed a look of surprise on her face and said with a smile: "I see, you don't want to be restricted by anything, you want to fully control your own power, right?"
“Isn’t this a matter of course?” Harley said.
Mrs. Xanadu was stunned when she heard this, and sighed: "Yes, it is the instinctive desire of human beings to control everything, especially everything about oneself.
You have it, so have I.
It’s just that I have lived too long and have forgotten the days when I was seeking great transcendence and great freedom.”
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
“Completely hopeless?”
Mrs. Xanadu pointed to Bruce in the center of the venue and said: "If every generation of Wayne is a hero, how will the Wayne family and Gotham develop?"
Harry was stunned for a moment, vaguely understanding what she meant.
She said softly: "The Wayne family became more prosperous from generation to generation, and eventually became the well-deserved king of Gotham. The Wayne Group rules Gotham's economy and people's livelihood.
Every Gothamite, from birth to death, is inseparable from the jobs, goods and services provided by Wayne Group.”
Shangdufu said: “Heaven and hell have existed for 10 billion years, and both God and Lucifer are wiser than mortal Wayne.
What’s even more frightening is that they live forever and don’t need to pass on their family lineage or rely on the wisdom of the next generation of successors.
Today, tens of billions of years later, the entire universe and every primitive magic factor has been marked with their mark.
Of course, there are more than two supreme beings in the universe, God and Lucifer.
But you should understand what I mean.”
“This magical world is really suffocating.” Harry sighed.
Mrs. Xanadu rolled her eyes and said, "Actually, our ancestors also figured out a way to avoid the source of magic and use magic."
“What method?” Harley asked doubtfully.
“The Wayne Group is the root of all evil, and today I am going to prove it to everyone!”
Suddenly, the soothing music in the hall disappeared, and after a burst of harsh and hollow noise, a man's angry shout appeared on the speaker.
At the same time, the video wall playing the Wayne Charitable Foundation promotional video also changed to another picture: the ferocious and twisted face of a middle-aged man.
“Wow, Nimue was right again! The prophecy she made half a month ago came out on time today.” Mrs. Xanadu glanced at the hall and smiled proudly.