The Death Knell

The Warlock's Daughter actually had a portrait of Deathstroke in her hand. She asked Lori for it.

It is said that the man helped Black Alice save her father from cancer and gave her money and things after treatment. Lori claimed to be very grateful and specially copied other people's painting abilities, painted a portrait of Deathstroke, and carried it with her every day. Carry.

Although Laura, who was born in Gotham, retired early, it does not mean that she is stupid.

The witch didn't quite believe in such a reason. After all, gratitude would not allow people to do this. However, she did not expose it. Instead, she followed this statement and said that she also wanted to recognize the person and asked Black Alice to draw her again. One piece.

Unexpectedly, Luo Rui's paintings were really good, and they were almost the same as the works of famous artists in the art museum, so Laura simply put a frame on the painting and hung it as a decoration in her secluded house.

Now that she had met that person, she could use magic to recreate a new painting. It was not difficult, so she quickly got a copy for Ginbai.

"He does look much younger." Toni looked at the portrait and nodded repeatedly, but the expression on her face was still a bit strange: "It's just that when I see this yellow and black armor, I always feel my heart pounding."

This should be some kind of stress reaction. She is a little allergic to this kind of warning color in nature.

"enough."

The smiling witch wanted to say something else, but Batman interrupted them. After all, it was obvious that there would be no end to the little girl talking about such a topic. He chose to stop it in time:

"Now I need you to search the subsidiary dimensions of this universe, Warlock's Daughter. Start now."

"Oh, well, it's true. Maybe it's because I haven't participated in superhero activities for too long. I always feel a little out of step with the rhythm. Can't I even just chat for a while?"

The beautiful and noble-looking girl actually rolled her eyes. She sighed, and her small mouth imitated Batman's downward curling of the corners of his mouth:

"I must at least know what the thing I'm looking for looks like, right? Just telling me that the place is called the Supreme Resting Place, I guess it should be a mausoleum, but what kind of mausoleum is it specifically? Is it a pyramid, or something like the Lincoln Memorial? Church, or simply a flat plain like Arlington National Cemetery?”

It is easy to say that she wants to find something, but she feels that Batman has not understood the situation. The current 40K earth's subsidiary dimension has many layers and is fragmented. Want to find a grave? No specific image yet? It's a bit difficult.

"It was originally used to store the Star Sword, so you just need to find which dimension has the most star-like objects. It may be a real celestial body, or it may be some kind of plant or lamp."

Taking a deep breath, Batman patiently gave further guidance. He realized that the Warlock's daughter was not as smart as Zatanna, and this kind of thing really needed to be explained.

The reason is very simple. Why is that sword called the Sword of the Stars? Isn't it called Sword of the Moon or Sword of the Sun? Meaning it must have some relationship with the stars.

Batman doesn't know what the specific relationship is, and he doesn't want to know. He just needs the wizard to start doing things, and then everyone will find the suspicious locations one by one.

At the same time, he would try to contact acquaintances to see if he could get additional information. The combination of the two made it much easier to find a location than someone.

"Okay, I'll give it a try, but don't get your hopes too high." The witch rubbed her face. As expected, she still couldn't disobey Batman's order because her father's leverage was in someone else's hands.

But she must make it clear first that her abilities are limited and things may not go smoothly.

Batman didn't respond. He walked to the old-fashioned public phone next to the bar, picked up the receiver and dialed.

"Hello? Ahem, bah, the disinfectant water went into my mouth. It's so bitter! My teeth are about to fall out!"

As soon as the call was connected, a mean voice came from the receiver, and he read the opening words at the speed of a black man:

"In short, here is the most passionate mercenary Deadpool in the world. To make an appointment to kill, please press 1, to make an appointment to kill the whole family, please press 2, and to make an appointment to commit suicide, please press 3. Yes, I know you are a little confused, but some people really hire killers. Come and kill yourself, by the way, you may not be a client, so you can press 4 for sex.”

Deadpool obviously didn't know who called him. His caller ID only had a string of garbled characters, so he just followed the usual procedure for answering the phone.

However, this time the customer did not press the number, but said in an eerie and dark voice:

"it's me."

"Hiss~~~~hiss~~~~"

Deadpool, who seemed to have turned into a snake-like voice, took two breaths of air-conditioning, but he probably inhaled the disinfectant again, so he coughed again:

"Ahem, it turns out to be Batman? That's weird, how come you have my phone number? Wait, forget it, pretend I didn't ask, I don't want to listen to your words. Let's be honest, what do you want from me? But I’m busy right now, it’d better not be a big deal.”

"I would like to know the general range of the Supreme Resting Place." Batman really didn't know what politeness meant, and he asked calmly.

"I don't know. When I heard the name, it was related to the mages. I'm really unfamiliar with these mysterious things." Deadpool reached out and pulled the cable, dragging the retching latter out for disinfection. Jian: "Why don't you ask my cousin? He handles these matters more professionally."

"I have gold and other hard currencies." Batman remained calm, as if he didn't understand what rejection meant.

The aroma of coffee wafted through the shop. It turned out that the idle Ginbai started making coffee. She really likes all kinds of drinks.

"I've accepted this order. Please wait a moment. Don't hang up. I'll ask the veterans in the live broadcast room. They will definitely know." Deadpool immediately changed his tone, and the sugar content in his tone obviously increased.

In reality, mercenaries live a very realistic life. With financial motivation, their work efficiency is very high.

About ten seconds later, Deadpool spoke again, speaking a lot, as if he had diarrhea:

"Are you still there? Bat, I asked. The veterans don't know where the Supreme Resting Place is, but they have another clue. Aren't you looking for the Sword of the Stars? The other sword is connected to it on some level. , as long as you find that sword, you can find the Star Sword. Although it has lost the combined power and the Star Sword is probably broken, it should be okay to find its remains, right?"

And the Dark Knight simply replied:

"explain."

"Have you heard of the Sword_of_Fu_Xi? You may have heard of it. In some parallel worlds, it is also called the Xuanyuan Sword. It was a weapon given to the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan by three alien gods in ancient times. It is very powerful. Let’s not talk about it. , one side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the other is engraved with mountains, rivers and vegetation. It is these stars that can point out the location of the sword of stars. Don’t ask me what the principle is, as long as I know the story, it is like this."

"Okay, where it's at."

"Now the Fuxi Sword is in Kunlun, in the hands of a dragon named Shou Lao. When you see it, say that I introduced it. I am friends with this generation of Iron Fist Bucky. He must give me face. Okay. , when will you pay?”

Deadpool told the information very happily, and then rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Dudu.du."

However, Batman had already hung up the phone, and the poor mercenary could only hear a monotonous busy tone.

"Hello? Wai? Can you hear me? Let me tell you, migrant workers don't want to be owed wages! I will carry banners, pour gasoline all over my body and go door-to-door to ask for wages, etc. Is it also Batman's plan to catch up and ask for wages? A part of him? He wanted to use me like this and get me involved in his troubles? Oh, luckily I was smart enough to see through it, but if it was bad, I would also become dark."