"If I had time to repair your spaceship, we would have earned hundreds of times the money!" the three witches refused.
"Is it really possible to make money by running a taxi in hell? Modern dead people no longer put silver coins in their eyes, and almost no one is buried with them. Where do they get the fare?" Harley asked doubtfully.
"Why weren't they buried with them? Did your relatives die with their buttocks bare and their buttocks stuffed into the mud?"
Harley glanced at the hanging man Andy beside him.
The old man took his urn back to his hometown, and probably prepared a cemetery and a coffin, and then
"It seems you have nothing to say." The big witch sneered.
"You're not here for a ride, but we only provide you with a taxi service." The second witch complained.
"We are leaving." The three witches said.
Harry's heart moved and he smiled: "Can money help you improve your strength?"
"Money can make us happy." said the boss.
"Money can be used for shopping." said the second child.
"If you don't have money, don't act blindly." The third child's swollen face was full of contempt.
"Do you watch the news?" Harley asked.
The boss silently twisted a few times on the wooden box beside him.
"This is the BBC news broadcast, the heroic detective has made another great achievement.
Oh, no, Constable Gordon has been demoted to Arkham Security Guard. He participated in criminal cases in violation of regulations and was scolded in public by Chief Luo.
In short, the murder case of Harry's Circus three days ago was finally solved. The murderer of Ms. Valeska was actually her biological son, Jerome (a generation of clowns)!
According to reports from other circus performers, there was a time when Jerome worshiped the witch Hahaha, the respected heroic girl who exposed the true face of the fallen priest and saved countless church orphans.
However, when Miss Quinn's 'grievances' were later cleared, Jerome, who was mentally deformed, was very dissatisfied and yelled hysterically that she was a pioneer who exposed the true face of the world and should not compromise with the corrupt and depraved demon in human skin.
.
She should continue to exorcise demons.
Jerome then fell silent for several months.
One day, he suddenly laughed and said, "I am such a cowardly little fool. I only rely on others. I don't need a hero. I am my own hero."
Then, he murdered his mother.
After being exposed by Jim Gordon, he shouted, ‘I’m exorcising her’!”
The last shout came from a hysterical young man.
"Trick" the radio turned off, and the two witches sneered: "Now you see, we often listen to the news and understand world events."
Harry was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses from the content of the news broadcast and said: "Since you listened to the news, you should know that Archbishop Marvin once drank a glass of the devil's blood.
I confess to you that it is a count-level demon heart, and it is in my hands now."
The three witches stared at each other and said together: "You want to give it to us?"
Harley pointed at the spacecraft and said, "Fix it."
The witch looked at the spacecraft and fell into silence with a confused expression.
After a long time, the great witch asked: "Is it completely ghostly?"
"No, I have to be able to drive it myself." Harley shook her head.
The second witch said: "Completely materialized?"
Harley hesitated for a moment, "I hope it can have some of the characteristics of a ghost taxi."
The three witches shook their heads and said: "The requirements are too high and will cost countless precious magic materials. We will lose money."
"You can make money at any time, and the opportunity to improve your strength is rare. A heart can be divided into three people, and you can't improve your strength even after thousands of years of cultivation." Harley said quietly.
"It will be done in about half a month." The big witch whispered to the two sisters.
"I want to eat the earl's heart." the second witch said excitedly.
"But increasing our strength is of no use to us." The three witches hesitated.
"this"
Thinking that they and others had barely meditated for thousands of years in order to make money, several witches fell silent.
Harry heard clearly from the side and sneered: "A group of short-sighted fools, the giant ferocious beast outside the high wall is about to awaken, and there will be great turmoil in hell soon.
If you don’t have the strength, how can you protect your huge wealth?”
The three witches looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and said in unison: "We will take this job."
They are very mobile.
After signing the labor contract (hell contract) with Harley, he immediately used the magic spell to keep the space in the water tower constant in the shadow world and only pulled the Archimedes spacecraft into the shadow world, so that the hell brats could start work. The water tower was still in the human world.
Well, the three witches stood on the side as contractors, wielding whips and driving a group of half-man tall, crooked-looking monsters to work.
The tools in the hands of the evil demon are extremely crude, including old and rusty hammers, wrenches, welding guns, and nuts.
Some hammers even just have a wooden handle with a rock tied to the top with rattan.
"Ding ding dong dong, ping ping ping ping bang!"
Thirty or forty little lemures were beating around Archimedes.
From time to time, there would be a lemure carrying an iron can, using a welding gun to spray out blood-red hellfire, and weld rusty iron plates found from nowhere to the outer shell of the spacecraft.
It's like putting a Band-Aid on it.
Harley was hanging on the hanging ladder in the water tower. Seeing such an unskilled maintenance method, she couldn't help shouting: "Can you use some snacks? Who dares to fly a spacecraft that is fully patched like this?"
"Don't worry, we have signed a contract. The durability of the spacecraft will not be inferior to the original ordinary iron shell." The big witch said.
"Patching is only the first step, there will be enchanting and enlightenment later." The second witch shouted.
"The taxi you deceived has traveled hundreds of billions of kilometers, but it is still powerful, stable and reliable. Which car park on earth can compare with it?" the three witches said with a smile.
"Stab!"
An accident suddenly occurred on board Archimedes' spaceship.
The two brats were about to smash the engine, but a string of blue arcs as thick as arms suddenly jumped out, like a living creature, crackling out a long twisted lightning chain, and in just an instant, all the lemures on the ship were roasted into pieces.
Coke.
Then the arc shrank back again.
"What is going on?" Harley and the three witches exclaimed together.
"The engine seems a bit special"
Harley frowned. The spacecraft had been with her for a while, and it had never been filled with gasoline or charged.
But its airborne radar is on 24 hours a day, monitoring the sky within a ten-kilometer radius of the fighting arena.
There has never been a shortage of battery.
The Great Witch leaned over cautiously, put her ear against the thick cylindrical engine of the bucket, and said after a long time: "This seems to be Dr. Manhattan's cosmic source quantum engine, or a prototype."
The second witch also went over, put her hands on the surface to sense it, and exclaimed: "It is obviously an ordinary metal element, but its energy response level actually exceeds the eighth divine gold.
Satan, it’s a super artifact!”
The eyes of the three witches radiated bright white light, illuminating the water tower with only their peripheral light.
After staring at the engine for four or five minutes, she put away her "divine eyes" and said in disbelief: "We don't need to activate the spirit, it has already been activated."
"Do you recognize Dr. Manhattan's work?" Harley looked at the great witch and asked.
"I have read his papers on engines." The big witch said with a complicated expression.
"Did the devil from hell tell you?"
"Well, Dr. Manhattan's research is all in the hands of the U.S. government, but American scientists will die and go to hell after death."
Harry understood and looked at the two witches again, "You said it surpasses the eighth divine gold. Do you mean the eighth metal used to forge artifacts?"
"You also know about the eighth metal?" the second child said in surprise.
Harley looked forward to it: "Has it reached the level of the ninth metal?"
"The Ninth Metal," the second child said with a look of reminiscence, "It's just made of ordinary metal and doesn't contain any bit of the Ninth Metal.
But it never rusts, never decays, never overheats, adapts to all flight environments, and breaks the rules of physics with its perfection.
One of the characteristics of the ninth metal is to break the rules of the universe.
Therefore, I don’t know what kind of metal this is, and I can’t even use science and magic to define it.”
Harry asked the three witches again: "When you said it was activated, did you mean the birth of spiritual intelligence?"
The third child shook his head, "It has spirituality but no intelligence. Ordinary iron, if you sacrifice it with blood or use spiritual power to sense it, you won't get a response because it is inactive.
Use magic to activate the mortal iron sword, and it can remember you, respond to you, and become your exclusive possession.
For example, the holy relics of the Crusaders.
Like, our taxis are damned, I get it!”
When she said this, her expression changed and she glared at Harry fiercely, "It was probably the dissipated spirit when our taxi crashed that was absorbed by it.
Mortal iron can only decay in the dissipating magic of hell.
But the engine forged by Dr. Manhattan was originally a 'scientific artifact', but it was nourished by magic power."
The big witch's eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "Since the transformation failed, how about we, the third sisters, build a hell airship for you again?"
Harley jumped into the shadow world and walked to the engine. Without saying a word, she cut her palms and pressed them on the engine with blood dripping from her mouth. She muttered a spell quickly and left the mark of her soul deep in the engine.
This is not the first time she has done the same thing.
The Penitence Rod is also considered a holy relic, and only she can activate it.
Therefore, Harley already knew how to put a unique stamp on the "artifact".
"Damn it, this little splasher moves so fast." The big witch said with a fierce look on her face.
The magic power emerged in the hands of the two witches, eager to try.
The three witches slipped a small scimitar from their sleeves and quietly walked behind Harry.
Harry didn't look back, and while soaking the engine with mental power, he sneered: "Didn't enough demons die in hell in the past two days?
Thirteen dukes, 127 counts, and the remaining demons, big and small, are twenty-three thousand. If you die, you will only add a negligible fraction to the twenty-three thousand."
The three witches turned pale and took a few steps back together. They said in horror: "The rebellion case just happened yesterday. How did you know about it?"
It wasn't until the sacrifice was completed that Harry stood up and said calmly: "Don't pry around, there are some secrets that you can't afford."
Thinking of the last time Harry casually summoned the Judge of Hell, and now accurately told the major event that happened in Hell yesterday, the three witches were frightened and really did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.
After a while of silence, they summoned a group of little lemures to continue the beating work.
"Harry, you are so capable, even the devil can be driven by your random scolding." Andy said with a big tongue.
Looking around at the dense ghost figures around her, Harley's joy of obtaining an "artifact-level engine" was wiped away.
"You can't see it either?" she asked the three witches.
"What can you see?" They were confused.
"What a waste, or a demon. You can't even see the undead."
Cursing under his breath, Harley left the water tower and went to the living room to dial the Xanadu family's phone.