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"Helen?! Why are you here?"

Harry was extremely surprised when he saw the waitress standing dumbly at the bottom of the stairs.

Her blond hair turned into black hair, and her waist-length hair was trimmed into twin tails. Her fair face, which once looked weak, now has a healthy tan.

Instead of the puff-sleeved dress from the Upper East Side, she wore the most ordinary white T-shirt, washed-white jeans, and blue canvas shoes.

Like a spirited girl.

But even with so many changes, Harley still recognized her identity at a glance - her ex-girlfriend Helen Surtain.

There is also a big "13" on the white T-shirt! (ps)

There's no mistaking it.

"Do you know each other?" Rebecca whispered.

The two women stood there looking at each other, and the strange atmosphere made her feel redundant.

"Haha, Helen and I are old friends." Harley recovered first and said with a smile.

Helen's expression was complicated, "Harry, I——"

"Setting! Where are you, where is my German porter?" A strong man wearing medieval armor shouted loudly.

Helen looked at the armored warrior, then turned to look at Harley, but hesitated to speak.

"You go about your business first, and we'll talk later." Harley said softly.

"I'll get off work in one hour." Helen said, picked up the plate and wine glass, and returned to the bar with three steps.

"Your relationship is a bit strange." Rebecca touched her chin and looked at Harry with inquiring eyes.

Harry was calm and generous, shrugged nonchalantly and said, "It's just what you think, we once had a wonderful past."

"Wow, that's cool!" Rebecca whistled, and "bang" two flames rose up on her shoulders again.

"I am Witchfire, Witchfire Rebecca!"

She looked a little proud, opened her arms, and faced the bar, "I was born to belong here! Harley, welcome to the magical sanctuary of the multiverse - the Oblivion Bar."

"Okay, stop showing off, I remember how novice you were before."

Harry opened his head and looked around, seeing strange landscapes and strange characters.

Some people are like witch fire, with a flame rising above their heads, and their hair floating like seaweed in the fire.

There is a wine glass suspended in the air, the wine is poured automatically, and the two people on the table are talking and laughing freely.

There were demons sitting in the corner playing cards and arguing loudly.

A flower fairy, as tall as a carrot, watered a clump of flowers with a human face.

The elf knight with pointy ears gets drunk and sings loudly while standing on the table.

"This is indeed another world, the magical world." Harley said with emotion.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the owner of this bar first." Rebecca pulled her towards the bar.

Still a few meters away, Wu Huo shouted to the handsome middle-aged man cleaning glasses behind the bar: "Jim, there is a new customer, the famous Harley Quinn!"

Jim is of medium build, neither fat nor thin. He wears a blue T-shirt with a map of the United States printed on the chest. He is clean-shaven. He looks gentle and handsome, like a cultured man, but there is a bastard sword hanging on his waist.

"Believe me, Miss Quinn doesn't want to be so ostentatious." Jim looked at Harry gently and raised his chin to the four-person dining table next to the left room pillar.

The four guests are all dressed as paladins, wearing bright silver metal armor and white cloaks with a huge golden cross in the center of the cloak.

They all looked at Harley with evil eyes.

"Harley Quinn?" The gambling horned devil turned his head and looked over.

"Wow, she looks so young. Is the Crusader so weak that he can't even deal with a little girl?"

The pig-headed demon at the same table chuckled and said: "The Crusaders are all cowards, sissies, and liars! Now on the eighth floor of the fraud prison, Defoe Fernando, the Crusaders' director of external affairs, is still sticking out his butt and butt, waiting for countless demons to turn around. Do it!"

"Fuck the Crusader's ass, hahahahaha!" The other demons laughed.

"Master of the Night, give Witch Harley a pint of fire and brimstone, my treat! Thank you for the little happiness she brought to the Legion of Eternal Punishment." The horned demon shouted proudly, slapping his chest.

"Devil, witch, be proud of yourself, the day of judgment will come soon." A paladin said angrily.

"Based on these words, I will fuck your companion a thousand times when I return to hell!" the horned devil sneered.

"Guests, this is the Forgotten Bar!" Boss Jim said solemnly.

"OK, Master Dark Night has spoken, let's continue playing cards." The horned devil said with a smile.

The paladin still stared at Harley fiercely, but didn't say anything else.

"Oops, I seem to have gotten into trouble," Rebecca said with an embarrassed expression, "Sorry Harley, I didn't know about you. I knew you had a conflict with the Crusaders, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious."

"No need to apologize." Harry waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "I can't hide my identity here. Sooner or later they will find out."

"Miss Quinn, don't worry, it's absolutely safe here." Jim smiled.

"Call me Harley, and I'll call you Jim too, how about that?" Harley said familiarly.

"Of course," Jim picked up the glass bottle and poured a glass.

"This is cola specially made with magic materials. Although the Forgotten Bar is in another dimension, the rule that minors are not allowed to drink still applies.

Moreover, fire and brimstone, a specialty of hell, are not suitable for women. ” he said with a smile.

Harry stared at the wine bottle for a while, then poured a large glass out, but the liquid inside did not decrease.

"Do you accept beautiful knives here?" She picked up the cup and took a sip, her little face immediately wrinkled cutely.

"Wow, this is not Coke at all. The flavors of various fruit sodas explode in your mouth. It's so enjoyable."

"Coke is just a code name, a drink for kids." Jim gave Rebecca a dry martini.

“No matter which country or world the banknotes are, as long as they are cash, they can be used here.

Because being able to come here means that I can go to his place and use his coins to purchase goods. ” Jim explained.

"What kind of existence is the Forgotten Bar? Why did Rebecca open a door from my house and come here?" Harley asked curiously.

"Do you know the structure of the world we live in? You can look at the map over there." Jim pointed to the map on the left wall.

"Map of the multiverse!" Harley only took one glance and recognized what it was.

More detailed than the map she gave to Bruce, the member of the magical group.

Limbo Prison not only contains the four major divine realms and the corresponding four major demonic realms, but is also densely packed with hundreds of different dimensions.

"It seems you know." Jim Luke nodded, "There are many dimensions in the universe, such as heaven and hell, and the Oblivion Bar is a strange pocket universe.

It's very small, as you can see now, it's about the size of a bar.

At the same time, it is very magical, and all dimensions and all worlds are connected to it.

The method of entering the Forgotten Bar is both simple and difficult.

First, you must have been to this bar; secondly, you must have enough magic power, at least the magic power of an intermediate mage; and finally, find a door. "

Harley said thoughtfully: "So, many humans here are not from Earth?"

"Yes, there are warriors and mages from other dimensions, even alien mages."

Jim pointed at the crusaders wearing paladin armor and said, "They just came back from a world of knights and magicians."

"People here can enter and leave the earth or other places at will through the bar? What if the Crusaders suddenly burst into my bedroom while I was sleeping?" Harley frowned.

Jim said seriously: "There is a rule in the Forgotten Bar. You can come in from anywhere, but you can't go back wherever you want.

For example, Witchfire opens the door from your house, but the Oblivion Bar will no longer allow her to suddenly enter your house when she returns to Earth.

She could only go back to the front and back yards of her home, or the streets near her home.

Remember what I just said, the third condition for entering the bar?

A door is needed.

Do you believe it or not, every house has its own memory and consciousness? "

"I don't believe it at first, but if you say so, you probably have it?" Harley said strangely.

Jim shrugged, "Kid, you are still young, and after you have been immersed in the magical world for a while, you will feel this deeply.

At least, I can assure you at this moment that the Oblivion Bar is alive and can communicate with the 'doors' of other houses.

In this way, it can tell whether you are the owner of the house or a thief.

Generally speaking, it will not send people inside the house, even if it is their own home, it will fall in the yard or the block outside the door.

Just like connecting many worlds is its characteristic, the constraints of the 'door' are also one of its characteristics and cannot be modified. "

"Magic is amazing." Harry sighed.

"Magic is miracle."

"Did you build the Forgotten Bar?" Harley asked again.

Jim shook his head, pointed at his clothes, and said with a smile: "Did you guess it? Like you, I am a modern American. I was the lead singer of the Electric Band before! Have you heard of the Electric Band?"

Harley shook her head in embarrassment.

“About 20 years ago, I accidentally discovered that the back door of my house led to this mysterious place. I started working as a bartender and eventually became a bar owner.

But there have been bars since the dawn of magic.

It has existed for countless thousands of years and has had countless bosses, but no one knows who built it and who was the first boss. "

After finishing a glass of Coke, Harley also learned about the basic situation of the bar from Jim.

Then, Rebecca excitedly pulled her to a relatively quiet and warmly decorated room next door, where a group of witches were already chatting and drinking.

There are normal people like Harley dressing up, there are unconventional spiritual girls, and there are witches wearing traditional dresses.

There are also people wearing wide-brimmed witch hats, looking like witches from fairy tales.

Not only were there human witches, she saw aliens with goat horns, a female ghost who looked like a ball of transparent jelly, a female werewolf who drank happily from a wine glass, and an alien girl whose arms looked like octopus tentacles.

"Hi, Witchfire!" The witch was very enthusiastic towards Rebecca, looking at her with eyes and asking her to introduce her new partner.

"This is my friend, Harley Quinn. Although she doesn't have magic power yet, the old wizards of the wizarding group said that she has other talents, and now she is experiencing it for the first time."

Rebecca thought for a moment and looked at Harry uncertainly, "Is it called magical transformation?"

"Transformation before death!" In the center of the crowd, the black-haired lady sipping gracefully from a wine glass said in surprise.

“Mrs.

Rebecca leaned into Harry's ear and explained in a low voice: "When the Sisters of the Skillful Hand organize a gathering, there is usually an experienced mage to answer difficult questions for us, who is equivalent to a temporary teacher.

Even though this Madam Xanadu is young, I think she is also an experienced and official witch. "

(ps: Helen’s surname is Thirteen, Thirteen, 13)