A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Everything in front of me is spinning, like the Big Dipper moving, the world collapses into fragments of memories, and old film rolls into piles.

He saw a little black-haired boy standing in the distance waving goodbye to him, and then he felt himself being pushed out by a powerful force, and his trembling soul finally returned to his body.

There was a muffled sound in the room, Reed rubbed his knees, and got up from the ground little by little.He fell off the bed, this time he was defenseless, the pain was very real, it directly threw him out of the emotion just now.

Reed glanced at Jason who was still lying on the bed and fell asleep, reached out and brushed the shattered hair from his forehead, and flicked it aside.The young man's face was rare and peaceful, and he looked much better. After falling asleep, there were no more wrinkles between his brows, and the five wounds on his arms were no longer emitting black smoke. It seemed that because of the disappearance of the curse, only There were a few light-colored marks, and together with other scattered scars, they became a medal on his body.

Reed re-examined Jason's body up and down, making sure that he was indeed fine, that the curse had been completely removed, and that he was in good health before stopping.

The magician slumped against the bed. At this moment, the magic reserve in his body was about to bottom out, and the empty feeling of weakness surged up again.

The phantom mirror just now was fully supported by his magic power. Although the time on the clock showed that he had only stayed in it for about [-] minutes, he had indeed existed in the phantom mirror for more than half a month.

He has witnessed too much of Jason's past and participated in a lot. He seems to have watched the boy grow up, watched him stumble across the mud and darkness of Gotham, survive the long and severe winter, and grow into a chic and wanton boy. big boy.

So what would your original past be like?

Reed couldn't help thinking.A lock of black hair was twisted between his fingers, and he still remembered how soft it was when he first touched Jason's hair when he was a child.

Did Batman find you at the end?Did he save you?

still......

That happy young Robin died in a remote old house with scars all over his body?

The father, who was late, stopped at the house surrounded by fire, watched it burn and gradually disappear?

His fingertips slid down from Jason's smooth forehead, crossed the high bridge of the nose, and landed on the youth's pale pink lips.

Reid's heart moved, and he seemed to want to lower his head.

"..."

Empathy is scary.

The magician shrank his hands, spurned himself in his heart, and stopped in time.

Please, you save him just to suck some blood, this is called equivalent exchange in alchemy, the two of you are just getting what you need.

The magician began to hypnotize himself, and his hungry stomach and rationality urged him to abandon useless emotions directly.

But he inspected Jason's exposed skin up and down, feeling that he could suck some blood to replenish energy anywhere, but felt that there was nowhere.

Two villains appeared in my mind, a black vampire with fangs said: You saved his life, so asking him for a little reward is not too much, right?Suck it!

Another white elf with pointed ears said softly: But he looks so tired, let him rest for a while, blood loss will affect his recovery, why are you so cruel!

After struggling for 10 minutes, Reed got up slowly, the hunger tormented him so much that he couldn't die, and a fresh mobile blood bank was lying next to him, and he was going to go downstairs to cook because he couldn't bear to say anything.

I have changed.

Gotham really can change a person.

Reed sighed, resignedly mobilizing his brain to think about what was left in the refrigerator.

When he was in the clock tower, he lived in a one-person apartment, and cooking and cooking was a regular thing.Sometimes Weber would come to his place for dinner, and occasionally when he was not lucky, Weber and Melvin would appear at the door of his apartment together. Over time, Reed worked out a recipe for how to use limited ingredients To make a menu that makes everyone full and delicious - thanks to the two British friends who often come to spur him and the chefs of the restaurant in Chinatown.

If one day my book doesn't sell, I'll open a restaurant.

The magician, who was supplementing his magic power with food, thought blankly.

Half an hour later, Reed, who recovered a little bit of his magic power by eating hard, took out his small dagger with a heavy face.

He felt that the magic circle he had set up outside the door had been moved again.

Can you stop for a while?He seems to have been spinning around without a break for the past two days. He is more tired than rushing to write a manuscript. Isn't a retired magician worthy of a peaceful daily life?

Just as he put down his chopsticks, the door opened with a creak, and the cold night air blew in from the outside. The lights in the room flickered a few times, successfully striking.

Replacing all these broken lights tomorrow!The magician grinds the back teeth, and there is this broken door!

Although he made a lot of magic circles, most of them were placed around the bedroom on the second floor. On the contrary, the gate is much weaker, otherwise it would not have been invaded twice.

As the door opened, several slender figures appeared at the door. They were dressed in black robes, enveloping their whole bodies, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

There are three people in total.

It's okay, Reed thinks he can handle it.

"Give him to me," one of them said, and the 'he' was supposed to mean Jason.A magic circle was already spinning in their hands, their voices were gloomy and hoarse as if they came from hell.

I've seen enough throat cancer patients lately.Reed barely cheered up a little. He expected that after breaking the curse, he would be found by the caster, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Reed didn't want to talk to them, but just wanted to vent his resentment for being interrupted many times these days. The dagger twirled in his hand, and the sharp silver light flashed away in the night.

Reed was out of sight in the blink of an eye.

Years of fighting experience allowed them to directly blast out the magic circle in their hands. Different from those students in the UK who are still studying and playing around, these magicians who have been in Gotham for a long time have quite accurate intuition.

The bright blue water polo passed Reed's nose with terrifying energy, and then hit the wall behind, piercing a huge hole.

"..." If they were allowed to stay here for a while longer, the house would probably be demolished.

Reid decided to make a quick decision.In fact, for him, it is very easy to fight against magicians, because most of the magic needs to be chanted, and not everyone has the talent to become a rapstar these days, at least among the magicians he knows, Most of them are hard-working people, and there are very few people who come to the door with empty hands and a mouth to provoke.

As a half-vampire, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people. Even if two-thirds of the magic circuit on his body is disabled, he can still beat a bunch of people in the clock tower in terms of light body technique-after all, he smashed eight clocks. The record in the tower training room has not been broken so far.

Reed dodged almost every magic trick accurately. Although the opponent had been prepared, he did not guess that Reed was not an ordinary magician, so he raised his hand. The trace of the magic circle tattooed on the palm of his hand just lit up. Reed had already grabbed his arm, and the dagger slashed across, directly cutting off the magic circuit in his hand.

The magic circuit is the mimic nerve of the human body, and its pain is also connected to the body. Once the mimic nerve breaks, the transmission of magic power will stop, and the pain of the failure of the magic operation will double and bounce back to yourself.

The man in black felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood, followed by a blunt sense of pain. He screamed belatedly, and Reed grabbed his collar and knocked him to the side. The forehead of the other black-robed man hit hard, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't even tell where the pain was more severe.

"Hush," Reed's face was calm, but his hands didn't stop moving. The dagger was slashed from the center of the black-robed man's chest. The magic circuit was close to the heart. This slash cut off all the sources of his magic power. Without the help of a lawyer, he should be able to become a useless person directly.Reed's voice was cold, but when it fell into the ear of the man in black, his teeth trembled unconsciously, "Be quiet."

The remaining black-robed man was held in the belly by Reed's foot, and flew out from the door. It was almost in a posture with his chest parallel to his legs. The man in the lead clearly heard the sound of bones breaking, and he was terrified. Looking at Reed intently, he didn't even care about the pain, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something to beg for mercy, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he was so frightened that he lost his voice.

Reed thought he was going to sing again, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "You still want to play?"

He shook his head hastily, there were only three people here, two of them were knocked unconscious during a face-to-face meeting, and he was the only half-disabled person left, how dare he continue.

"Please...please, let me go..." he said stumblingly, "I, I, I can give you everything!"

Reed lifted his collar in disgust. As a species that can use blood as food, the smell of these guys really made him sick. It was the stench from hell.He didn't mind the smell of Constantine, because the demon who made a contract with Constantine was once an angel, and even if he fell, he was much better than the demon that bred in the pickle of the world.

He picked up the slashed sleeve robe of the black-robed man with a dagger, and there were several slender wounds spreading on the pale skin inside, very similar to those on Jason's body.

Reed let out a soft "ah" and saw that this was the result of the backlash of the curse. He said slowly, "It turned out to be you. I'll go find it if I don't need it."

The man in black trembled, and leaned back in despair, his collar was pulled tightly by Riley, and he was pulled closer. The beautiful, unreal magician only had a pair of amber eyes that were astonishingly bright in the hazy night.

"My children don't kill people, but it doesn't mean I don't kill people." Reed's voice was soft, and he looked at him with gentle eyes, and continued, "Besides, you don't seem to be human beings. Those who dedicate their souls to demons are at most a few Rubbish snacks."

The legs of the man in black were shaking like sifting chaff, he shook his head in panic, "No, no, it's not me..."

Out of the corner of his eye, Reed picked up the dagger.

How could an ordinary dagger have the ability to cut off the magic circuit.

He swallowed his saliva, only felt that he was terribly deprived of oxygen, his head was muddy, the person in front of him looked more like a demon than any demon he had ever seen, and he passed out immediately after rolling his eyes.

"..." thought Reed, didn't he?Such food?

I just frightened people casually, how could a society ruled by law be able to kill people casually.