The Death Knell

Drink, listen to music, eat some snacks from the bar, and occasionally chat with the bar owner.

After waiting for a long time, no one came to inform Su Ming that the witch wanted to see them.

On the contrary, the people from the Legion of Destruction came over again and again to ask Deathstroke for gold, as if he was addicted to shopping.

"Naughty, this old lady is too naughty." Su Ming took out another gold cake and patted it in the leopard girl's fur paws, Su Ming complained to Luther: "I said before that I felt someone would come to us soon, Maybe she heard it, but she didn’t come on purpose, just to tease me.”

"If it is true as you said, no one in this village has seen an outsider for a year, it is normal for the witch to want to play more with us as outsiders." Luther sat firmly on the bar stool and did not say anything more. After drinking, he actually didn't care what others thought. He just thought the village was noisy.

But when it came to a project like magic, which he basically didn't know much about, he knew that even if he was anxious, it would be useless. Even Deathstroke was drinking and waiting here, which meant that there was no other good way.

Deathstroke, who ordered another glass of wine, smiled and shook his head. He calmly watched the golden wine fall into the cup, hitting the wall of the cup and causing waves.

The Good Witch can actually be regarded as the counterpart of the Parrot Fairy from another world. Both have their own advantages.

She cannot have an ageless appearance like a parrot. Compared to her counterpart who will retain her youthful beauty even after old age, she has an age-appropriate appearance, and failed to manage her figure. She is so fat that her waistline is about the same as her height.

But corresponding to this flaw, she is more free. She does not need to stay in Whik Castle, she can still exert her full combat power, and she does not have to worry about parrots becoming weak after leaving the castle.

Anyway, Su Ming found it quite interesting, and was also curious about whether appearance or strength is more important for female spell casters in this kind of multiple-choice question?

Often this will be a single-choice question. If you want multiple choices, you basically have to make a deal with the devil or the evil god.

As for the good witch not appearing, Su Ming certainly has many ways to solve it.

For example, let Strangler kidnap all villagers and kill one hostage every thirty seconds.

You can grab a random person and drag him slowly outside the village.

You can also launch a dark sign or other conspicuous mark here to attract the Hod army to investigate.

There are always more solutions than difficulties.

It's just that these methods are too extreme. We will still need the cooperation of good witches and intelligence help. It is best not to use these unstable methods.

Besides, if you just need to wait to get the desired result, why bother with it?

Sure enough, after he was aware of the fat witch's prank, not long after, a red butterfly flew in from outside the window, fluttered its wings and landed on the bar. After exploding a small cloud of smoke, it turned into wrote a note.

"There is still the smell of perfume on the note. Thinking that this is the scent of an old lady with a wrinkled face, I feel that this is really the sin of the nose." After glancing at the message on the note, Su Ming stood up and prepared to take action. Of course, I didn't forget to tell Luther a bad joke.

The bald man also stood up speechlessly. He gestured to Yamo Zhuo to follow:

"You are almost a perfect human being, Slade. You are strong and have a good mind. The only thing that brings you down is your various mental symptoms."

"Haha, I'm different from people like you who pursue perfection, and I never rate people." Deathstroke took out the gold and placed it on the bar to pay, then patted Damian's back, who was drinking heavily, indicating that it was time for him to set off. He said: "I just want to live a more comfortable life. Human beings are not perfect in the first place. Don't you still have no hair?"

In fact, Luther, who was turned back into a human by Chaos magic, had grown hair, but since his bald head was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that it was almost a living advertisement for the company, he shaved it off himself and kept his character as usual.

The four people and one cat just walked out of the bar. After Luther summoned the team members who were shopping through the communication, everyone walked towards the other end of the town.

When crossing the square, Su Ming also glanced at the church here and found that the god worshiped here was the Crystal Goddess, a local ancient god.

The crowd was still dancing and carnivaling. When they got tired, they would jump into the square fountain to take a bath and have water fights with each other. This also made a faint rainbow appear above the square, accompanied by people's laughter, it really felt like a peach blossom garden.

There is a big difference between different kinds of laughter. When you hear the laughter of the Joker or the Laughing Bat, you will instantly know that they are crazy.

Because they laughed too sincerely and for too long, which normal people would not do.

As he moved forward, Deathstroke also danced under the incomprehensible eyes of the team members. He quickly flipped his flower hands and danced with any villagers passing by.

However, the speed of action has not slowed down at all, and the direction has not deviated.

Without saying a word, Rice followed behind and started learning on the spot. Although he didn't know the use of this skill, his father knew it, so he should know it too.

"He's so crazy, Luther." Grodd initiated silent communication with the bald head through his psychic ability. The expression on his face was not natural at this time: "This Deathstroke is very different from the one we know on Earth 0. He made I think of the Joker, could he also want to kill us?"

"No." The gorilla's voice suddenly sounded in his mind. Luther's expression didn't even change. He still followed Deathstroke steadily: "If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago. There is no need to bother with this. .”

"But...I don't like crazy people."

Grodd was a little confused, obviously worried.

"If you want to die, don't hold me back. He didn't kill you last time, not because you were as useful as me, but just for Barry's sake." Luther walked through the celebrating crowd with a look on his face. With a modest smile, he communicated silently with the orangutan: "If you mess with him one more time, I think you will die. Let's make a promise beforehand. If you seek death, I won't save you."

Luther has a very clear understanding of himself and can even guess his position in some of Deathstroke's backup plans.

For example, once he fights the Justice League, when Deathstroke goes to deal with Batman, he is the one to hold Superman back, and he must have a way to make himself choose this path.

The reason for his survival is to be useful. Now this 'chorus' is all about skills and no emotion.

"I don't mean to go against him, but... can you give me a message to help him smile less? The mask-like smile on his face looks exactly the same every time, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and the muscles used , even the angle of the beard and hair has never changed, it’s exactly the same after laughing dozens of times!”

Grodd finally explained his reason, and he felt fear.