The Death Knell

"Okay, come on, sign a contract first."

Deathstroke skillfully took out a pen and paper from his pocket. Although contracts don't mean much now, life must have a sense of ritual.

That's right, I don't know what the information sent to my door is at the moment, and I don't know if it is reliable or if it is a trap.

But listen first, and you won’t lose anything. Whether it is true or false, you can judge by yourself if you have the brain.

Even if it is a sugar-coated bullet sent by God, I am sure that I will eat the candy and hit the bullet back. Besides, this fat man's request is not a big deal, he just wants a ride.

The Origin Wall is gone, but the Multiverse 1 is still wrapped in the Sky Blood Layer, and is relatively isolated, just like a person has no skin, but the internal organs are still separated under the thorax and peritoneum.

Although the Sky Blood Layer is much more fragile than the Origin Wall, it has almost no defense capabilities. It will only digest the creatures that enter the Sky Blood Layer like digestive juice, resulting in many people being unable to freely enter and exit Multi-Diversity 1.

But this kind of thing is nothing to Su Ming. When the Origin Wall was still there, he could come and go freely, let alone now that he has mastered the quantum concept. He wanted to modify the attributes of the Sky Blood Layer. can do.

It took a little time to draft the contract, but only a little. The professional mercenary wrote the contract very quickly, and soon the contract in triplicate was floating in front of the sorcerer.

"Sign here, right?"

Fatty didn't hesitate at all, and signed his name continuously without even looking at the contract carefully. It was completely in line with the actions that a desperate person would make.

At least in this aspect, Su Ming couldn't tell whether it was acting or not. If it was really a trap, then Fatty himself might have been kept in the dark.

"Okay, now that the deal is established, I will take you back to Earth 0 first." Deathstroke put his hand on his thick shoulder and asked very thoughtfully: "Where do you live?"

"I don't have a home anymore. Alas, the place where I lived before was burned down by me before I left. I want to say goodbye to my past."

Tias Kasridis sighed, put on his bowler hat, and touched his belly with both hands:

"Send me to the Oblivion Bar first. We can talk in detail there, and let me see if I can meet some friends who can provide me with a temporary place to stay."

"Oh, that's good. You have the courage to risk your life. You can't tell from your appearance that you are a spirited person."

Su Ming tried it with a smile, because this fat man looked more like a chef in a big restaurant than a spell caster. He looked very simple and honest, and did not look like the kind of person who did things without leaving any way for himself.

"Hey, I was obsessed at that time. Merlin is really not a thing." The fat man patted his face and looked very regretful: "He didn't want to take us to see the origin at all, he just used us as a pathfinding stone. I just have good luck."

At this point, he stopped talking, obviously wanting to wait for Deathstroke to take him back first before he would fulfill the contract.

Taking him back to Earth 0 only took a moment. The last second the two of them were floating in the lonely and dark void, with only the shining waves of the luminous sea nearby.

The next second, they were back in front of the bar of the Forgotten Bar. The noisy atmosphere in the bar instantly reached their ears, and they could smell the smell of various drinks. The warm orange light shone on the two of them, making them feel warm.

This is the smoke of fireworks in the human world, completely different from the lonely atmosphere of the void.

Bobo seemed to have just woken up. He was busy on the bar. There was a bunch of unconvincing black hair on top of his head, which was probably pressed by the pillow.

Business was good today, and he and Teresa were both very busy, as if they hated their parents for not having more arms, so they couldn't even carry the wine.

When he saw the death knell suddenly appearing a few centimeters in front of him, he was startled and the wine glass in his hand flew out.

But Su Ming pointed at the wine glass in the air, and the splashed wine returned to the glass, and the glass flew back to the orangutan's hands. This was also a step to prove his identity and that he was not a fake.

"Be careful, you Monkeyhead, this is your bar, do you really don't want to work? The cup is innocent,"

Smiling and lighting a cigarette, Deathstroke teased Bobo while pulling out the bar stool next to him and gesturing for the fat man to sit down and talk.

"You suddenly appeared at such a close distance, do you blame me for being cowardly?" The orangutan angrily slid the wine glass in his hand along the bar to another customer. He took off the towel on his shoulders to wipe his hands and rolled his eyes: "How about you suddenly appear in front of Batman? Do you think he will be so frightened that he will do a backflip on the spot?"

In fact, Bobo himself is very good at backflips. After all, he came from the circus.

"Don't talk nonsense. Batman is afraid of bats, but he's not that timid." Su Ming waved his hand, nodded to Teresa, the bartender who looked over, and said to the orangutan: "Have a couple of drinks of whatever you want. Record it in Batman's account, and you can go to the Hall of Justice to ask him for reimbursement later, and it will be said to be our case handling expenses."

"Then it's still whiskey." The orangutan turned to get the bottle from the counter, and said: "When did you get involved with this little fat pig Tias Kasridis? Inviting him to drink is really rare."

"What is a little fat pig? You orangutan, you are so rude." The fat man obviously didn't like this codename very much, which was normal. Even if the sorcerer didn't care much about worldly opinions, the word "fat pig" was unpleasant to hear. .

I always feel like I will be slaughtered for meat sooner or later.

"Pfft, little fat. Ahem."

Su Ming thought this code name was quite appropriate, but he had received professional training and would not laugh when he shouldn't:

"I met him by chance in the void. Didn't I inherit a lot of universes from Proraya before? So I went to the cage to have a look, and he was watching there with a group of void monsters."

After hearing what Deathstroke said, Bobo turned around curiously, looked at the fat man carefully, and said with a crooked mouth:

"This is even more strange. You were not so courageous before. Why are you still involved with the Void Monster? When did you become so brave?"

It can be seen from Bobo's attitude that this Tias Kasridis should be a frequent visitor to the bar and would not be angry if he was teased. However, he was very weak in the past, so weak that every time Su Ming came to the bar, he would It was impossible to notice him from the crowd.

Does such a person exist? Of course there is. The Forgotten Bar is a gathering place for mysterious people. There are not one thousand but eight hundred sorcerers who come here to drink every day.

Most of the time when Su Ming comes over, the tables and private rooms here are full of people. Who would pay attention to the weak sorcerers who serve as the background?

"Don't mention it, Boss Orangutan, I am also one of those people who was deceived by Merlin before."

The obedient fat man took off his hat and placed it on the counter. He looked at the wine glass in front of him and filled it with wine. He licked his lips:

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Master Deathstroke, I might still be floating around outside now, like a lonely ghost."

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