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Chapter 444: Brodhaven's Midnight Dad

  "I never thought you would have moments when your wisdom sparkled." Harley said with envy on her face.

 Who doesn’t envy being young and not growing old?

Everyone glared at her, "If I wasn't smart enough, could I have gone through all the hardships and lived safely until now?"

  ——With your forest fairy's start, the lake fairy's sister's background, and your iron-mouthed skills, as long as you have some wisdom, you won't have to go through so many hardships and humiliations.

 Harry complained in his mind.

“You are very smart, please help me think of how to deceive my sister again.”

Shangdu shook his head and said: "There is no hope at all. Just be a down-to-earth human being. Don't you also have the curse of Cain? You can live forever."

  Harry touched his face and said: "But I will get older!"

"Ms. Death only freezes the years and cannot bring people back to youth, but..." Shangdu thought for a while and said: "I will brew you a few bottles of immortality potion later. It is purely natural and has no side effects.

, mint flavor, medicine to bring back spring.”

"You can have this, but the magic potion can't bring me back to life. If I am beaten to death by a demon, no matter how beautiful and energetic my face is, it will be a waste." Harley said.

“I cannot rise from the dead either.” Xanadu explained: “Essentially, Lady Death just avoided me and gave me endless life.

  If someone kills me, I will still die and cannot be resurrected.”

“But you were resurrected by my sister in front of me before.”

 Shangdufu said: "This situation is special, because I can activate my magic power again because I become a dependent of Lady Death.

 At the same time, I also received a blessing from her - as long as I do not take the initiative to peek at the supreme being, I can be guaranteed to be immune to fatal attacks during divination.

 Lady Death is fulfilling her promise by saving me."

 Harry thought for a while, put aside "my sister's death", and considered a more pressing question, "What are your opinions or suggestions on the divination results?"

“As you said to Lady Death, it is best to go to Heaven Mountain to take shelter immediately.

 You have seen what happened to me before. I shot my head directly without even knowing who the enemy was.

 If it attacks you, your fate will not be better than mine." Xanadu said seriously.

“What do the meteorites falling from the sky and the steel city walls mean?” Harley asked again.

"It should be the devil's method to deal with you. I was also curious, but when I was about to go deeper for observation, I was murdered." Xanadu said awkwardly.

After thinking about it, she suggested: "If you don't plan to flee with your family immediately, you can go to the Midnight Bar to find Father Midnight.

 Do you know Midnight Dad?

 He is a tipster and knows the secret news about hell and heaven far better than the bartender at the Forgotten Bar.

If you ride a motorcycle, you can go back and forth in about two hours without fear of traffic jams."

 Harry frowned and said, “I’ve heard of him, but I’ve never had any dealings with him.

  I don’t like to communicate with stinkers whose names have ‘father’ or ‘papa’ in their names.

 Unless one day, when I get older, I get the nickname ‘Harley Mama’.”

The corner of Shangdu's mouth twitched, "Actually, you don't need to avoid him, he is even more afraid of you.

 Midnight bar was originally opened in midtown Manhattan. Because of your sudden rise and your strength, he was always afraid of conflict with you.

After you led the "Paradise Mountain Team" to raid the Sons of the Three Houses' lair in Las Vegas and destroy the Shadow Warriors Alliance with hundreds of tons of fear gas at midnight that day, he simply moved the industry to Blüdhaven next door.

Your methods are too cruel and he is afraid."

“But I haven’t had any conflict with him at all.” Harley said strangely.

“Why not?” Xanadu reminded: “In the third year after becoming mayor, on your birthday at the end of the year, you sent invitations to all gang leaders in Gotham with more than 20 gang members.

 Ask them to come to the manor on time to celebrate your birthday.

It’s called birthday celebrations, but it actually sets rules to let them know who is the boss.

After that day, almost all of Gotham, black and white, fell into your clutches.

 Some people did not want to surrender under your high-heeled boots and simply evacuated Gotham.

 Among them is Midnight Daddy.

His midnight bar was very famous in the wizarding world, so it was quite a sensation at the time."

 “Is it very sensational? I don’t know at all, and I don’t know what he is thinking.” Harley asked doubtfully.

“It was sensational, but not the headline news. At that time, everyone was discussing your raid on the lair of the Son of the Third Palace.”

Mrs. Xanadu sighed, "Midnight is also a well-known figure in the magic world. You forced me to move, but you didn't realize it.

  It’s too bullying and too hurtful.

 Don’t let Midnight know that you don’t know him, otherwise the rest of the conversation may not be a good one.”

  …

 The masters of the Chinese dynasty all like to live in seclusion in a low-key manner, like to be reserved, show off, and behave like a master.

 Western masters are very 'arrogant', very straightforward, and don't have the demeanor of a master.

For example, as an "old god" who has lived for more than a thousand years, Shangdu did not escape the world in a small place. Instead, he pursued prosperity and came to the noisiest metropolis. He hung a big sign in front of the small garden of his apartment and wrote "Shangdu"

The four big characters "Mrs. Du" are extremely ostentatious.

The same goes for Midnight Daddy. On the busiest street, in the most splendid building, in the most conspicuous position, the brightest lantern sign - Midnight Bar - is hung.

 There are small words on the side that say "non-extraordinary people are not allowed to enter".

As soon as Harley's heavy-duty motorcycle stopped at the door, a smart-looking young man walked over. As if testing for color blindness, he held up a card and asked, "What's written on it?"

  Ordinary whiteboard cards flash with magical brilliance that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, verifying that it is not color blindness, but Muggles.

If Harley didn't have a hooded leather jacket and a skull-mouthed mask around her face, the mage apprentice would definitely not bother with it.

 “Get out of here, rookie!”

 Harry did not read out "Tonight the Stars Shine" on the card, which was what ordinary people did at that time.

 She is not ordinary.

 So, she directly used the God's force field, combined with the mental impact of all thoughts to unite, and forced the young man to take several steps back, his face turned pale and his eyes were frightened.

At that moment, not only did his sea of ​​consciousness take a heavy blow, but the thin magic power in his body suddenly lost control and was scurrying around.

  ——Just one look, so terrifying... This is the legendary extraordinary giant!

The flowery arms stood there blankly, sweat dripping from the forehead.

 Harry passed him and walked directly to the door.

Two beautiful puppets whose souls were sealed in the corpse pulled them away, "Welcome, this is Midnight Dad's bar. Please abide by the rules, no matter who you meet in the bar, don't cause trouble."

 Inside is a world more bizarre and bizarre than the Oblivion Bar.

More than 70% of the drinkers are demons and angels, and most of them are mixed-blood hybrids. They don’t look like angels, devils don’t look like devils, and people don’t look like humans.

There are no goblins, goblins, elves, murlocs, aliens, etc. that are common in the Forgotten Bar. However, in the hybrids, you can see some characteristics of goblins, goblins, elves...almost all extraordinary creatures.

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“This ‘Winschut Ace’ is no ordinary demon hunting weapon..."

 Under the guidance of the bartender, Harley soon met the bar owner on the second floor. He was introducing his products to several human mages.

Well, a midnight bar is a place for entertainment, and it also functions as a pawn shop, loan shark and grocery store.

 Daddy Midnight's physique and appearance are similar to NBA's Shaquille O'Neal.

Tall and burly, with bulging muscles that give people a sense of oppression, he looks more like a warrior than a warlock.

“It can completely kill demons!” Midnight said solemnly, holding an old-fashioned wooden-handled flintlock gun.

“Are you sure?” The mustache exorcist asked doubtfully: “The exorcism books I have read all teach people spells to expel demons.

 Because even if demons are killed in the human world, their souls and magic will return to hell.”

Midnight frowned and said, "Are you a newcomer to the industry?"

"Of course not." Mustache touched the mustache on his upper lip and said proudly: "I have been an exorcist in Vancouver for ten years."

“You have been an exorcist for ten years and you have never heard of the story of the Witch Harley?” Midnight asked.

Harry, who was about to go over to say hello, stopped and stood aside to watch them talk.

“The living in the world, the dead in hell, the gods in heaven, as long as they have long ears and eyes, who doesn’t know the witch Harley?

Vancouver may not be as prosperous as Gotham, but it is also on Earth and has Internet access." Mustache frowned.

“Then do you know that the demons killed by Witch Harley never have the chance to come back again?”

“The case of the legendary giant is not universal.” Mustache shook his head.

Midnight rolled her eyes at him, "I didn't say whoever holds this gun will become the second Witch Harley.

 Otherwise, I would have used it myself, so why would I sell it?

  And it’s only 1.25 million US dollars, what kind of price and what kind of goods.

The witch can kill the devil, but even if this gun is filled with silver bullets soaked in the holy water of the holy spring pool, it can only kill the viscount."

Mustache hesitated and said: "Church silverware is easy to get, but the holy spring pool... I have never seen it in my life! If you buy a shotgun that cannot be used, it is no different from a fire stick."

Midnight pointed to a glass bottle on the counter behind him, "This is the most advanced holy spring pool in heaven. It comes from Gotham's Paradise Hill Cathedral and was consecrated by the Witch Harley herself. A bottle of 150 ml costs only 30,000

Beautiful knife.”

“It’s a bit expensive, 150ml is not enough for me to drink in one mouthful,” said Mustache.

“The mighty Demon Viscount is not even worth thirty thousand dollars? So, if I recycle the demon corpse, I will give you three million for the Viscount’s heart alone.”

 “I won’t sell it for thirty million.”

“Then you still think holy water is expensive?”

Mustache gritted his teeth and swiped the card to get the shotgun and holy water.

Before the last customer left, a fashionable woman wearing a beautiful bright green leather skirt said eagerly: "I need a holy object that can protect me from evil spirits."

Midnight looked her up and down and suddenly said: "Your beautiful clothes are tanned by devil's skin.

You summon low-level little demons to kill skinned and clothed people, and they return to the world from hell to take revenge on you?"

 The fashionable woman looked panicked, "You, how do you know?"

 Harry yawned and said casually: "No one here is blind, please hurry up."

 The fashionable woman looked around and whispered: "I just can't help it, the devil's skin is unique, the color and texture are too attractive, too gorgeous, and the touch is too comfortable..."

 “Don’t you think it’s leaking?” Harley asked curiously.

 The fashionable woman shook her head, "Who are you? There are not many people wearing furs?"

 There is no difference between animal skin and devil skin.

And in order to look beautiful, I tried my best to lose weight. I even ate seven or eight parasites with thick fingers, long arms, and lively parasites, and two of them were found in the devil's intestines."

 Harry bared her teeth and her pretty face turned pale.

The fashionable blonde continued: “It’s not easy to get a devilish figure, but you have to have an appearance that matches your figure, right?

 I cut the bones, cut the flesh, and stuffed it...

 In order to be worthy of a good figure and good looks, I also need to have good skin. In order to whiten my skin, I have not been exposed to the sun directly for ten years.

  I’m not afraid of all the hard work, why should I be afraid of a mere devil’s skin?”

 Harry was speechless.


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