The Death Knell

I had an ice cream meal with Xiao Fu and the little guy. I originally wanted to treat them to some hamburgers and fries, but they said they wanted all-you-can-eat ice cream, so I had to give up.

After leaving the fast food restaurant, the three of them parted ways at the intersection. Because the little one wanted to take Line 7 to try out the feeling of a human subway, so Franklin accompanied her, while Deathstroke had another destination.

And so within seconds, the Sorcerer Supreme returned to his loyal Karma Taj.

Compared to New York City, which has lost some of its social order due to the rise of space exploration, the Magical Holy Land still looks quiet and peaceful, with green mountains and green waters and colorful fallen flowers. Apprentices are practicing martial arts and spellcasting skills in the square. In the distance, The snow-capped mountains still look covered with golden light.

"Master." Modu, who was supervising the students' homework, came over and asked Deathstroke if he needed to serve. After all, he went out to buy snacks every time.

"It's okay, I just came back to take a look." Su Ming put his hands behind his back and looked at the children of hope in the future magic world: "How are Strange and Liu Haizhu, the new group of great mages, doing lately?"

"As usual, the earth is in some chaos due to the great voyage of space, but that kind of thing will not affect our magical world." The black professor showed a greasy smile. He rubbed olive oil on his chest, and the hair on his heart was like moist waterweed. The same thing sticks to his skin: "The mages all perform their duties, the four holy places are operating normally, and the earth's protective array is foolproof."

"The bloody battle in hell has subsided recently?" Su Ming walked a few steps along the corridor, stretched out his hand, and a little bird landed on his hand, looking at him with black eyes.

"Yes, Mephisto has gained a partial advantage, but now the various lords seem to have reached an agreement. They all need time to take a breath."

The bloody battle for the title of Satan in hell is not much different from human wars. It is actually about the economy, souls and energy. Mephisto does have the largest territory and the best means, but the coalition formed by other lords is not bad either. Spending hundreds of years with him is nothing.

"Yes, at least there is internal stability. They have some eyes." Su Ming smiled, took out a few corns from his pocket and fed them to the bird: "This year's enrollment work is still the same, and Kama Taj still needs more. New blood, exchange students from Hogwarts or other places, are not our own after all."

"I understand, Master, and I will obey your will." Modu touched his chest and bowed. When he should be serious, he could still be regarded as a human being.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. Don't delay the students' classes." Su Ming nodded, holding the little blue bird and walking toward the garden: "I'm going to talk to Master Gu Yi, so there's no need to follow me."

The chief instructor of Kama Taj just nodded in agreement, and then went to do what he was told. Soon behind Deathstroke, Mordo's voice scolding the apprentices could be heard. It seemed that someone had stuffed a weapon like the 'Living Tribunal Short Stick' into it. In the mouth.

Yes, that kind of short stick that is useless at first glance has actually been eliminated in actual combat, but Kama Taj still has relevant courses. After all, if you want to practice these eighteen weapons, short sticks are indispensable.

In the future, when they graduate and go to work, whether they are willing to use this thing is another matter. But if they don't know how to use it when they need it, then it is the school's responsibility.

The death knell holding the bird walked through the long corridor, bypassed the garden in the front hall, and walked through the main hall used to entertain guests. After arriving in the backyard, he found the row of cabins.

He stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and then pushed the door open. The teacher, who still looked young, was still sitting on the kang with a smile, drinking butter tea from a bowl.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?" Su Ming pointed to the little bird in his hand, smiled and came to sit down cross-legged next to the fire kang, and put the bird on the coffee table: "But I'd better call next time, this little bird can't I don’t even bother to make eye contact with it when it comes to talking.”

Gu Yi was the previous Supreme Mage, and Su Ming was the current one. Both of them can be regarded as the spokespersons of Emperor Weishan, and Ao Shutu is the goddess of birds, so it is natural for everyone to use birds as messengers.

It’s just too backward and too primitive.

"Haha, isn't this what you said? Life always needs some sense of ritual." Master Gu Yi put down the tea bowl with a smile, touched the little blue bird eating corn kernels with his hand, and opened it with a wave of his hand. The window not far away: "It's like using an owl to deliver letters in Hogwarts. It's very ceremonial."

"My teacher Yao, don't learn that thing from the British." Su Ming wordlessly took out some snacks from his pocket, mainly the teacher's favorite spicy strips: "They are not formalistic anymore. , but the bureaucracy. We are in a new era now, and the key is efficiency."

Speaking of which, after Hermione became the Minister of Magic, she forced many changes that were lagging behind the times, but the owl delivery remained unchanged.

I wonder if she is nostalgic and unwilling to give up the owl she raised? Obviously mobile phones are better to use.

"I think it's good for birds to deliver messages." At this moment, Monaco opened the door and came in. He was holding a bird in one hand and patted the rain on his shoulder with his other free hand. He didn't know where he had just come from. : "Sending letters is a relatively formal social etiquette. Slade, you're saying bad things about Britain behind my back again, right?"

He was still smiling when he spoke. It was obvious that he had no feelings for Britain and was just joking.

"Ha, you guy, don't forget that you were born in India, which is just a British colony. Strictly speaking, you are not British." Deathstroke smiled, hugged and shook hands with the old man, and motioned for him to sit down and have a drink and something to eat: "But didn't you go on vacation? Why do you feel like you were fished out of the sea?"

"I did go to the sea. I am not going to clean up the mess you made before. Do you still remember the Atlantis family?" The moustache mage spread his hands, and did not sit on the kang even though it was wet. Stand aside.

"Oh, yes, but needless to say, in fact, they can't make any trouble." Su Ming lit a cigarette and used the Force to help the old man dry his clothes with high-frequency vibration control: "Now Atlanta Namora, the queen of the Thys people, is mine, and I also asked Elsa Bloodstone to pay attention to maintaining their friendship, so even if some people are controlled by the nightmare this time, it is not a big deal."

"You really know everything. If I had known, I shouldn't have interfered with your business."

Monaco, who was completely dry, sat down speechlessly. After putting away the bird, he reached out and took the red wine that Deathstroke had just taken out. He pulled out the cork of the bottle with his hand and said:

"Just like what you said, some Atlanteans had nightmares and gave birth to some nightmares, but I took care of them and they didn't become a phenomenon. But I still want to remind you that some people in the sea still hate you in their hearts. Intentional."

Strictly speaking, Namor was controlled by the snake god Set and was killed after committing crimes. The person who really killed him was not Deathstroke.

After all, if Su Ming wanted to kill him, he would have done it long ago. That guy would never survive World War II.

"If you think about it in your mind, this is not a crime. After all, I am not a dark tyrant, and I still want to control the minds of living creatures."

Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He created a bottle opener for Mustache to use:

"If they want to put their ideas into action in the future, let them do it. Humanity entering the space age just needs a familiar whetstone."