[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Rafael moved his fingers lightly, and a ray of magic knocked lightly on the door of the box.

The sound insulation effect of the door is good. Papa Midnight is having guests at the moment, but Raffaele has no patience to wait, so he can only use this method to remind the people in the box.

One minute later, the door opened, and a man in a white shirt and a long black trench coat walked out of the box.The man has an exceptionally handsome appearance, with a cigarette in his mouth and a lazy smile on his face.

The man glanced at Raffaele and then looked away uninterestedly. He didn't recognize him, and it had nothing to do with him anyway.

In the box, behind the desk, a dark-skinned middle-aged man in a black striped suit and a red bowler hat sat on a chair.With a cigar in his mouth, he looked back and forth at a yellowed handkerchief in his hand, and the whole box was filled with smoke.

That black male is the high priest of voodoo, the target of Raffaele's trip, Father Midnight.

The man in the long windbreaker was biting his cigarette butt. He put one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, and waved casually at Father Midnight in the box with the other, saying vaguely: "Have a good deal, midnight, see you."

After walking two steps, the man suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at the box, and said, "Midnight, I brought you a sacred object that suits you, and the transaction is a transaction, should you invite me?" I have a glass of wine?"

The voodoo king looked up at the man, and said calmly, "John Constantine, I think you really don't want to live."

The man tilted his head, looked at Father Midnight innocently, and said, "How could it be, I regret my life."

Putting the cloth in his hand on the desk, Father Midnight took a deep puff of his cigar and said, "Don't die here with me."

The man, that is, John Constantine, the famous exorcist in the other world, raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, raised his eyebrows and waved lightly at Papa Midnight, then turned his head and sat at the bar.

He and Papa Midnight were not polite at all, and directly ordered the most expensive wine in the entire bar.

Breath of the Forest, a fine wine brewed with the blood of various magical plants and beasts, contains strong magic power. It is the top-quality wine that ordinary customers in midnight bars can't reach.

Even John Constantine, who was born with extraordinary strength, had to dilute it a hundred times if he wanted to drink it.But it can also be said that what John Constantine asked for was not a bottle of wine at all, but a hundred bottles of wine.

And the price of this bottle of wine is one-tenth of their previous transaction amount.

Father Midnight snorted softly, that guy really didn't want to suffer at all.

The price of the previous transaction, together with this bottle of breath of the forest, is the price of the holy object Veronica Sepa in the black market.Not everyone can take advantage of John Constantine's advantage.

It's just that, with this dead body, a way of life that doesn't know the slightest restraint, and the daily life of being entangled with hell demons, he has nothing to care about with a dying person.

Father Midnight withdrew his gaze and looked at Raphael at the door of the box.

It was a face I had never seen before.

Raffaele closed the door of the box, sat opposite Father Midnight, and said, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Deal." Father Midnight snorted and said, "What a coincidence, why is everyone looking for me to make a deal tonight?"

Raffaele glanced at the handkerchief in Father Midnight's hand.The yellowed fabric, with frayed edges, and a blurry picture of a human face, oh, it seems to contain some healing magic power, is this the so-called holy object?

Nothing unusual at all.

Blinking his eyes, Raffaele couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Father Midnight glanced at Raffaele, without hiding anything, and said directly, "This is Veronica Sepa."

"Veronica Sepa?" Raffaele raised his eyebrows, and pulled out the relevant information of this title from a corner of his memory.

The so-called Veronica Sanpa refers to the fact that when the Son Jesus was taken to the execution ground, a woman named Veronica wiped the sweat from Jesus' face with her veil, and the face of Jesus was thus buried. printed on this veil.

The corners of Raphael's mouth twitched slightly, and the absurd mood in his heart when he read the classics rose again.

Tsk, the cloth for wiping sweat is printed with the face of the Son of Christ?

How dirty his face was then.

what?

Is that stamped by the gods using their supernatural powers?

Raffaele selectively and forcefully ignores this.

Knowing that the rag on the table was the legendary Veronica Sanpa, Raffaele immediately lost the slightest interest.

Raffaele put his hand on top of the desk, and with a flick of his palm, a short knife about ten centimeters long appeared on the desk.

This short knife is as beautiful as a harmless handicraft.The snow-white blade seemed to be made of jade, and one side of the blade was only a little thinner than the back of the blade, but it was at least half a centimeter thick and had a rounded tip, which could cut through the fragile human skin?

It is estimated that hitting talents can create some lethality.

There is also a handle like a gold carving with a scale pattern, this short knife is too beautiful, it looks like a handicraft made of gold and jade by a rich man who is bored in modern times.

However, when Father Midnight saw the dagger, his expression became serious.

Invited by Raphael, Father Midnight took this short knife that didn't look like a murder weapon at all, looked around, and gently wiped the part of his thumb on the part that didn't seem to be sharpened.

In an instant, a line of blood appeared on Papa Midnight's fingertips.

Papa Midnight looked at his bloody fingers. He hadn't bled in years.

Regardless of his strength, if you want him to bleed, you must at least break through the defensive witch weapon on him.

Father Midnight rubbed the handle of the dagger, and put his bloody finger to his mouth indifferently, and the blood stopped. Then, he looked at Raffaele, and said in a deep voice, "Dragon Tooth Blade?"

Dragon Tooth Blade, as the name suggests, is a weapon made of dragon teeth.

Of course, the giant dragon is not a rare thing, although in the eyes of ordinary people, the giant dragon is a giant beast that exists in legends and does not exist.But in the other world, dragon blood, dragon teeth, and dragon scales are all materials that can be used as medicine. The wizarding world has a special base for raising giant dragons. There are quite a variety of fire dragons and Hungarian hornets.

But the material of this short knife is obviously not at the same level as the dragon teeth of those raising giant dragons. If he read correctly, it should be the dragon teeth of ancient giant dragons.

And what Father Midnight is particularly concerned about is the weapon master who forged this dagger.

The dragon teeth of the ancient dragons are not the dragon teeth of the modern dragons that can be turned into powder with a little trick. Its hardness ranks among the top five among many weapon materials in the classics.Thousands of years ago, apart from another ancient dragon, the only thing that could kill an ancient dragon was the dragon tooth blade forged from the teeth of the ancient dragon.

The dragon teeth of the ancient dragon cannot be beaten into the shape of a blade by any weapon master.

Raffaele nodded slightly and said: "Exactly. It is made from the dragon tooth and part of the dragon scale of the ancient golden dragon, a gift from the deep-sea mermaid. I think, compared to the cloth with a little healing power, this dragon tooth Although the blade doesn't have much reputation, it should be more precious."

Father Midnight was noncommittal, but his fingers unconsciously rubbed the shiny blade of the dagger, and said slowly, "What do you want?"

Raffaele put his elbows on the table, folded his hands into a tower shape, propped his chin weakly, and said directly: "Look for someone."

Father Midnight frowned, looking for someone?

Then, he heard the young man on the opposite side say: "To be precise, I am looking for a soul."

Rafael's expression tensed slightly, and he said, "Nine layers of hell, especially the seventh floor, I need you to confirm where he is in hell."

"The seventh floor?" Father Midnight raised his eyebrows and said, "Suicide?"

Raffaele said nothing, but his lips were tightly pressed.He flicked lightly at the temple with his fingers, and a wisp of white mist that seemed to be mixed with some images was pulled out by Raffaele, and he threw it into the empty wine glass on the desk.

The mist lingers in the empty wine glass, which is part of Raffaele's memory, and there is an image of Phoenix in it.

"His name is Phoenix Stuart, and he died on... January 1686, 1. This Dragon Tooth Blade is just a deposit. As long as you find out where Phoenix is, I will treat you well."

"Treatment?" Papa Midnight suddenly felt a little funny. Did this strange wizard have some cognitive errors? Although he was very interested in Dragon Tooth Blade, he did not agree to this deal, especially his attitude. It gave him the eerie feeling that it would be his honor to ask him for help.

This made the voodoo very uncomfortable.

He has come to the point where he is today, and he has not yet bowed his head to others.

Especially, this is just a human wizard.

Raffaele looked at Papa Midnight calmly.

The sneer in Father Midnight's heart suddenly stopped, and he slowly frowned, a certain almost instinctive sense of crisis seemed to sound the siren in an instant.

He looked at Raphael fixedly.

can not tell.

At first glance, he seemed to be just an ordinary person, and even his identity as a wizard became clear the moment he took out the dragon tooth blade.

He couldn't figure out the details of the other party.

After a moment of silence, Father Midnight said directly: "Even if there is only the seventh floor of hell, it will take time to find a soul."

"how long?"

"At least three months."

Raffaele frowned.

"You should know that the vastness of hell is not comparable to that of the human world." Father Midnight rubbed the blade of the dragon's tooth, and said in a deep voice: "Every level of hell is comparable to the vastness of the human world. In addition, in the past 50 years, The number of suicides has increased sharply, and the dead wood forest where the souls of the suicides are transformed may not know how wide it is.”

"The most important thing is that in 1686, for more than 300 years, if a soul has been tortured in hell for more than 300 years, do you think he can still remember his name..."

"boom--!!"

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy protagonist who can't help complaining about sacred objects#

Raffaele: Tsk tsk tsk, how dirty the face of the Son of God is to be printed on the handkerchief →_→heh.

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At this time, Constantine came over to discuss a deal with Father Midnight~

At this time, Papa Midnight pokes Raffaele's lightning point ==