Diana saw Bobo, and she motioned Albert and Deathstroke to wait for a while while she went to the bar to talk to him.
Bobo is an orangutan with a strong sense of justice. He really has no interest in money and has never been very fond of mercenaries.
Alberta didn't have any objections. Anyway, as long as there was wine and cigarettes, she would feel at home wherever she was.
"How about it? Why don't you buy me a few drinks?"
She tilted her head towards the booth beside her and sat directly in. Like Su Ming's habit, she also liked dimly lit places.
“Are U.S. dollars accepted here?”
"As long as magicians continue to live in human society, the dollars will be useful." She raised her arm and rubbed her fingers, while Tracy at the bar just chewed gum and pointed to the cabinet behind her.
Full magic buffet, just ask for the type of wine.
In the past, this was the form of consumption that Albert was most afraid of, because she would always drink too much without realizing it and spend money like water.
After all, don't expect the magic on the wine cabinet to advise you not to overdose like a real bartender, nor to send you home.
As the responsibility of the magic counter, it will only fulfill the earliest established rules, which is to try its best to win over everyone who comes through the door.
But today, someone paid for her, so she didn't need to be polite.
"Ballantine's 21 Year Old Whiskey, two bottles."
Two bottles of wine flew out from the counter and landed on their small round table.
Alberta asked Su Ming to pay and put it on the table. The two bottles of wine plus tip were 400 US dollars.
Yes, the bartender here only collects money. After Su Ming took out the money, Tracy used magic to sweep away the banknotes.
Su Ming smacked his teeth. This woman was really good at drinking, and the taste was quite strong. Ballantine's wine has always been famous for its strong alcohol taste.
“Nice shopping experience.”
"Okay, looking at Wonder Woman's troubled face, she probably needs a while to recover. Come on, let's drink."
Alberta smiled and opened a bottle of whiskey. Without waiting for Su Ming to touch it, she tilted her head and took a few big sips. Then she happily wiped her mouth and leaned on the sofa.
As a person who spent money, Su Ming wanted to try other wines no matter what. He immediately took a few sips, then leaned on the sofa in the same posture and looked at the situation on Diana's side.
.....................
Diana took off her hood, walked to Bobo's side, and sat on a bar chair. The chandelier hanging on the bar made her long hair emit a soft light.
The orangutan turned its head and saw that it was Diana. It shook its head and continued to sway the wine in the glass.
"Are you here to buy me a drink?"
Diana shook her head slightly. She rarely drank unless it was to celebrate a victory: "You are the boss here."
"Ah...I always forget that sometimes."
The orangutan grinned bitterly, with sadness in his eyes. He raised the wine glass and poured the wine into his mouth. Everything here reminded him of his friend, Master Dark Night.
"I... am just a little confused. What happened recently? Why are the magicians I once entrusted with my life leaving me one by one?"
Diana frowned beautifully, leaning on the bar and looking at the orangutan.
The hair on the orangutan's face is not combed, and he seems to be having a bad time recently.
"Who knows... maybe they don't like you, so they fled the world, haha." The orangutan reached out and ordered a second glass of beer: "My first guess is always like this, I think they think I am
Lack of sense of responsibility or sense of mission.”
Diana sighed, turned around, leaned on the bar with her lower back, and stroked her mantra lasso with her fingers.
"Maybe you're right, the wizarding world doesn't like me."
"Uh, wait, you know I'm joking, right?" A look of astonishment appeared on the orangutan's face. What happened to Diana today? Why did she look so sentimental: "You are a six-foot-tall goddess with a supermodel figure.
Everyone loves you."
"Then why are they unwilling to tell me what happened in the magical world?" Diana turned around, propped her elbows on the bar, and looked into the orangutan's eyes: "After we have faced so much together...
..."
The orangutan was thinking, and not far away came the sound of Deathstroke and the female mage exchanging hellish jokes.
"Listen, Diana, I was there during that crisis, remember? It was me who drove the Dome and brought reinforcements from the multiverse." The orangutan held the cup and drank heavily, as if he would never be drunk:
"But this time is different. They also refused to let me know. I was also excluded from the magical world."
"Why?"
"Alas, you now live in an ivory tower that glows at night, in a world composed of good people and bad people...and everything about magic seems more chaotic and darker." The orangutan dropped the empty cup.
, and hiccupped: "As for the reason why I was rejected, it's probably because I'm just an immortal and a 'primate' animal who can solve crimes."
"The magical world refuses my integration because I am not a spellcaster."
Diana turned her gaze to the death knell. At this time, he and the female mage were singing some devilish song arm in arm. She frowned and turned her eyes to the jukebox next to the wall again:
"But I was riding a gryphon before I could walk. My hometown is Paradise Island. The Amazons are a magical race. But not long ago, I saw the mages become fragmented. I have never seen anything like it.
scene."
"So I guess it was some kind of backlash." The orangutan reasoned. As a detective, he has his own unique logical reasoning.
Diana was disturbed by the laughter of the death knell and the wizard. She walked to the wall and turned on the jukebox, letting the classic jazz drown out the ghost screams.
"Magic is supposed to be a power that benefits the world, but since the Wall of Origin was broken, the Omega Titan came to the earth, and the earth grew a 'miracle tree' like a stress response... Not long ago, the earth's crust
Changes, the moon being bombed, I can’t understand many things recently.”
Bobo tapped his fingers on the table: "This is the reason. In order to solve the problem, the Justice League decided to blow up the moon... But have you ever thought about asking the wizards for help? I know that.
There are more than a dozen kinds of magic that can solve the predicament at that time while preserving the moon."
Maybe Batman can think of it, but he regards everything as the responsibility of the Justice League, and it is impossible for him to ask the Master to participate in it.
Who needs magic when you have Superman Clark?
Diana was a little reckless sometimes, but she was not stupid at all. She sat back at the bar and ordered a glass of wine for the first time.
"A pint of draft beer."
The orangutan detective felt the same pain as her, so he also extended his furry palm: "Two pints."