The Death Knell

Diana saw Bobo, and she motioned to Alberta 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, that dollar 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 liquor cabinet to advise you not to overdose or send you home like a real bartender.

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, there was no need for her to be polite as someone paid for her.

"Ballantine's 21 Year Old Whiskey, two bottles."

Two bottles of wine flew out of 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 the bills away.

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 the troubled look on Wonder Woman's face, she probably has to wait a while. Come on, let's drink."

Alberta smiled and opened a bottle of whiskey. Without waiting for Su Ming to touch her, she raised her neck and took a few big sips. Then she wiped her mouth happily and leaned back 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.

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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 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 nicely, leaning on the bar and looking at the orangutan.

The fur on the orangutan's face was not combed, and he seemed to be having a bad time recently.

"Who knows... maybe they don't like you, so they escaped from this 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 There is a lack of responsibility or a sense of mission.”

Diana sighed, turned away, leaned back against the bar, and ran her fingers over her Lasso of Truth.

"Maybe you're right, the wizarding world doesn't like me."

"Uh, wait, you know I'm joking, right?" The orangutan had a look of astonishment on his face. What happened to Diana today? Why do you look so sentimental: "You are a six-foot-tall goddess with a supermodel body and 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 also there during that crisis, remember? It was me who drove the Dome to bring reinforcements from the multiverse." The orangutan held the cup and drank heavily, as if he could never get 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. , hiccupped: "As for the reason why I was excluded, it's probably because I'm just an immortal and a 'primate' animal who can solve crimes."

"The wizarding world refuses my inclusion because I am not a spellcaster."

Diana turned her gaze to Deathstroke, who was singing some devilish ditty with the female mage 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 home 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.

Distraught by the laughter of Deathstroke and the Wizard, Diana walked to the wall and turned on the jukebox, allowing classic jazz to drown out the ghostly 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 dilemma at that time while preserving the moon."

Maybe Batman can think of it, but he sees everything as the responsibility of the Justice League, and he can't possibly ask the Master to be involved.

Who needs magic when you have Superman Clark?

Diana was a little reckless sometimes, but she was not stupid at all. She sat back on the bar and ordered a glass of wine for the first time.

"A pint of draft beer."

The orangutan detective felt the same way as her, so he extended his furry palm and said, "Two pints."