Martin Variety in American Comics

"Sir, do we really want to fly to the UK?"

The crow waved his wings hard, only to keep up with the screened hoof shadow, feeling the wind blowing in the real world, and the whole bird was messy.

The hoof shadow is proud of others. Even for Merphus's messenger, he did not resign. When he saw the crow's mess, he even cast a disdainful look.

The crow also lived for tens of thousands of years, and did not respond to the disdain of the hoof shadow. He didn't want to wave his wings, so he fell on Martin's shoulder and repeated the problem just now.

There was no strong wind in Martin, and answered gently: "I have not developed the power of death and blessing, and rushing into other worlds, it is likely to cause unprepared consequences."

"Also, have you seen the book that records the magic of" Summoning Death "?"

"Does this have to do with the action of saving the owner?" The crow scratched his head puzzled.

I don't know if he has just resurrected, or because of the characteristics of brought out of the dream, and does not understand Martin.

Martin didn't think the crow responded slowly, and explained it carefully: "According to death, Murphyus has not come to the real world for tens of thousands of years. Why, this time, Murphy was caught by humans. "" "

"What do you mean, my master encountered a conspiracy?"

The crow was surprised. He never thought about it: "However, the owner will chase the nightmare to the world temporarily. No one predicts beforehand that the owner will make such a decision."

"Maybe Murphus made such a decision temporarily, but is the escape of the nightmare be temporarily intentionally? Is a spell that can summon death, is it accidental?"

Martin used only two insteads, so that the crow didn't know where to answer.

Lost Murphy's master, when he came to the world, two Debuff pressed on his body, leaving the crow lost his divine power. Otherwise, he would not follow the hoof shadow.

"Pushing accidentally to the extreme will become a inevitable. I don't want this to become a big news, so we are still low -key."

Martin is not sure if there is a pusher in it, but the necessary advance investigation will never be a bad thing.

"Crow, try my best to remember what you see in the manor, even if you remember a clue, it is also helpful to me."

The crow immediately took care of it, his eyes turned, and the pictures were released, which was that he had seen everything in the Bergis family for ten years.

Martin stretched out one hand to hold his chin, keeping each picture in mind, and quickly put together the structure of the Burgeis Manor in his mind.

With the deepening of the crow's memory, the Bergis family's collection was also turned out.

Rodrick Burgez claims to be a wizard, but compared with Zatana's family, it does not look like a wizard, but more like a traditional British nobleman.

Many of the seemingly massive books are biographies of shit aristocracy. They are not recorded in the power of noble nobles, or how to go to a woman.

A few spell books that can be counted by one hand are very low -level magic and witchcraft, at least for Martin.

He just glanced at these spells and witchcraft.

As for the ritual that is used to summon death, it is not complicated. Except for the runes that must be written, all the remaining things can be replaced.

This ritual is not clever, the only feature is that the threshold is low enough.

Not to mention a nobleman, even if it is a street home, as long as you get this picture, you can draw it.

"I can be 100 % determined, there is a problem with this ceremony!"

After Martin read the ceremony to summon death, the crow stopped the picture.

"In order to ensure the probability of surgical success, the ancient wizards always liked to make the ritual very complicated, and in this way to enhance their strength."

"But this technique was very simple at the beginning, and the threshold was deliberately reduced to make people use it. For the existence of death, this summoning intensity is close to nothing, but the countless thoughts are even thousands of years or even 10,000 thousands of thousands of thousands The accumulation of the year may have a great impact. "

This is a stupid way, so the creator of the ceremony must not be mortal, because mortals do not have such a long life to wait for an unknown ending.

"Frankly, the creator of this ritual is boring and garbage. It really has the ability, just rushing directly to death."

Martin recalled a simple technique and poisoned his tongue: "From this perspective, those special existences are not as good as an ordinary person."

"You're better to talk carefully!"

No matter how dull the crow is, after listening to Martin's analysis, we must know that there must be an existence beyond ordinary people behind this and is promoting all this.

He didn't know the identity of the other person or to guess, but he knew that Martin could not be harmed by any damage.

Martin saw the worries of wearing a crow at a glance, and said faintly, "You don't need to worry about my safety. I appeared here because of the death request of death. She is my friend, I need me to help, and I will come. "

He knew that the worst situation was that the planner was a member of the endless family.

When the plan is destroyed, the other party will jump directly from behind the scenes.

At that time, Martin may be directly opposed to members of the endless family.

The members of the endless family are not the enemies that Martin faced in the past.

Even with his ingenuity and endless ability, in the process of traveling in countless worlds, encountering this conceptual existence, he rarely gets the results he wants.

Nevertheless, Martin was not afraid, neither fear nor excited. He just planned how to rescue Murphyus from imprisonment with his usual habits.

This incident is actually very simple. As long as Martin rushed in directly to destroy the sealing surgery, Murphus could come out of it.

Then Martin can take it with a casual time. One day on vacation, to accompany his girlfriend.

Perhaps in the eyes of this sister, Murphyus's way of doing things is very immature, but after all, he is the master of dreams, not a real three -year -old child.

I do n’t need Martin to answer his doubts, let alone what life mentor.

Martin's age does not know how many places after Murphy's age decimal point. No matter how much he has experienced, it is impossible to be richer than the other party.

It is now death to let Martin go to solve Murphyus.

The crow didn't know Martin's rich psychological activity. He just saw Martin, a young man with a pair of bamboo, and he opened it.

"Everything is given to you, Mr. Martin!"

At the beginning, Martin did not expect the crow, which was not spiritual when he was in power, what role could he play.

At this moment, the same is true.

It took only an hour to span the entire Atlantic Ocean, and began to approach Britain's airspace and territory.

In order not to be misunderstood by the British radar, then sent a bunch of planes to bite his tail.

Martin directly stretched out his right hand in the air. The original intangible light was cut off, turned into one by one, and then disappeared.

The first ability to bless death is to be able to observe real death. Whether it is a spiritual life or an incomparable object, it can't escape this observation.

When Martin reached out to cut off those broken points, the life of spiritual life would die, and the object would become fragmented.

At this moment, Martin reached out and cut off the light, and the light could not reflect a certain color, so he became an invisible person in the eyes of everyone.

Their and his party swayed through the British International Line, and did not trigger any warnings, nor did they take off from the ground without a fully armed fighter.

"The sky is clear, everything goes well. Fortunately, there is no fighting aircraft to catch up, otherwise we will be troublesome."

Martin shook his head and sighed because he missed the big scene.

Besides, there are too many people who have been in the air in the air, and there are too many people in the air. As a result, no one has seen this stuff.

When Martin enters London, the mission of the crow is completely over.

He began to lead the way for Martin, but the specific information had long been inserted into the brain of the hoof shadow, retrieved at any time, and planned the best solution.

There is no difference between the crow and the ordinary crow now, let alone fight with magic creatures or wizards. Even in the face of ordinary people, he only has the result of fugitives.

"You just need to follow me. Before your master gets out of trouble, don't run around casually."

Martin did not want to see the crow burst again with a shotgun.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

This kind of thing is enough once. If it is staged again and stimulated Murphys, he knows what he will post.

"How do you prepare?"

The crow coincides with wings, standing honestly on Martin's shoulder, no longer there are other actions, just speak with your mouth.

"Gifts first and then soldiers, we can all tell the remaining son of Rodrik Burgez first. If the other party is stubborn, we must resist, so we can only do it."

During the speaking, the hoof shadow had reached the outskirts of London. The crow wrapped his wings and flew out. After skating in the air for a while, it fell on the leaves of the leaves. The bird's head rotated the situation.

Martin did not fall. Looking at the images of the crow's back, the comparison of the comparison with the memory of his memory soon found that it was not blank around the manor.

In all kinds of conspicuous or inconspicuous places, there are whistle. They look very professional, the weapons are not bad, and they did not relax when they patrolled. Even if there were some dead ends, they did not let go.

"It seems that this owner knows what he has done, otherwise it will not arrange such a close protection."

Martin touched his chin and whispered these routes.

The guards did not pay attention to the crow flying over the head, and the whistle and whistle soon were found out and were analyzed by Martin.

Even so, Martin did not plan directly to break in.

He still insisted on the plan of the first gift and then soldiers, and wanted to see what extent will this good play that was promoted by fate to.

"What role did they arrange for themselves in this fate drama?"

Thinking of this, Martin let the hoof shadow slowly fall, contacted Bruce, and gave himself a Wein family identity.

Nympho

Alex Bergis has been more than ninety this year.

His legs and feet are already very unfavorable, and all organs of his body are also exhausted one by one. He can only rely on wheelchairs to walk, and the ventilator is even more necessary.

Almost every doctor who had been diagnosed with him had the same conclusions, Mr. Alex Burgez had only one month of life.

But dozens or even hundreds of months passed quietly, and the old Alex would still open his eyes every morning and continue to live with this aging body.

"Sometimes I really wonder if such a long life is a punishment for me?"

Alex's voice was very soft, but it was enough for Woody, the old man pushing the wheelchair, to hear clearly.

The old man named Woody was once a servant of the Burgess family and the only one in this cold manor who was willing to give warmth to the young Alex.

So, naturally, these two lonely and bullied homosexuals got together and went through decades of ups and downs together.

"Today's sunshine is very good, I'll take you to the garden!"

Maybe it was the experience of being a worker when he was young that gave Woody a strong physique. Although he was the same age as his husband, his body was just aging normally and he didn't have any symptoms.

As an optimistic and cheerful person, he didn't like his husband's pessimistic remarks.

Anger is inevitable, but when the anger is over, pity fills the heart.

Old Roderick loved his eldest son too much, and never took his youngest son seriously. He would beat or scold him at any time, and treated him as a servant in daily life.

Today, Old Roderick has been dead for decades, but Alex still cannot escape the shadow of his father.

"The sunny garden is not suitable for an old man like me. I want to go to the basement!"

Alex made his request.

Woody was very dissatisfied, but he had no choice. He suppressed his emotions and said, "I really don't know what you are insisting on? We are all dying. Why can't you let that man go.

Even if he wants to retaliate and punish us, what can he do? We are almost dead when we came here."

Alex was silent.

This old man who has experienced decades of ups and downs will become that cowardly child when he thinks of what I experienced when I was young. He can't think of any effective solution except humble prayers.

And Woody has not listened to the advice and bravely faced all this for decades, but it has little effect.

He pushed his wheelchair towards the basement, feeling the changes in light and dark caused by the sunlight being blocked by the window, thinking that today might be a different day.

The door leading to the basement was tightly locked, with fingerprint lock, password lock, and mechanical lock. Each of the three doors was a solid steel door several inches thick and was locked by a hydraulic rod.

The two old men took a lot of effort to open these doors and slowly walked down the steps.

The basement was very empty, with a very large cement platform with complex art patterns painted on it, which had not changed for decades.

In the center of the art pattern, there was a suspended glass ball filled with milky white smoke, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Alex pressed a button, the smoke was removed, and the person inside really appeared.

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