Chapter 1487: Birds and Return (32)

The Forgotten Bar at night is much more lively than during the day. The dim candlelight flickers, coating the copper wine cups in the magicians' hands with a bright luster. Magicians wearing magician robes of different colors sit together in groups of three or five. They are used to whispering, while many half-demons with horns on their heads or elves from malt gather together to drink loudly.

The owner of the Forgotten Bar, Dark Night Master Jim, sits behind the counter to wipe the wine glasses. A female half-demon with horns on her head and goat hooves walks to the bar and sits down. She flicks her long whip-like tail, knocks on the counter, and speaks in a tactful tone.

"Master Dark Night, is there any new news recently? You know, the demon general I served was killed by his son recently, and I have to find some fun to appease the newcomer."

Jim concentrated on admiring the clean wine glass in his hand, and said to the half-demon woman without raising his eyes: "I didn't expect that you really encouraged the quail-like major general to attack his father, Salia, do you really think he can support the entire Shadow Scorpion Army?"

"He is much stronger than his father." The half-demon called Salia supported her face with her hands and said: "The era of hell has changed. The old scorpion can only swing his fists and is not as smart as his son. I just want to follow a wise leader."

"There is some new news recently, but don't think you can get something for nothing from me." "Oh? What about it?"

Looking at Jim calmly 's expression, Salia smiled, as if she was a little helpless and said: "Give me a glass of soul wine, add more sinners' blood, I will pay the highest price."

Only then did Jim nod with satisfaction, turned around and took out the ingredients from the cabinet behind him to start mixing the cocktail. While adding the ingredients into the cocktail glass, he said: "Some time ago, Dr. Schiller's apprentice summoned Beelzebub, and recently Beelzebub's power does not respond to anyone's call. Maybe they signed an exclusive agent contract."

"This is not news." Salia shook her tail a little dissatisfied and said: "It happened more than half a month ago."

"Well, have you heard about the All Souls Cemetery in London?"

"What happened in the All Souls Cemetery?" Salia leaned forward, made a curious gesture, and stared at the face of the Dark Night Master with her red vertical pupils.

"Many graves in the Cemetery of All Souls have been dug up. The gravekeeper Master Kaz has not found the murderer yet. He will probably come here to issue a bounty in a few days."

Sallya raised her eyebrows and said with some disdain: "It is probably done by the group of necromancers who play with skeletons. What's so strange about this? Just look at whether the price of undead materials on the black market has dropped, right?"

But the master of the night, Jim, shook his head and said: "The strange thing is that this gravedigger just dug up each grave one by one, but did not take away a corpse."

Sallya frowned, she thought for a while, and said: "Could it be that the people buried in the Cemetery of All Souls have a grudge against him? But aren't most of the people there ordinary people? There is no need for a magician to dig up the graves of ordinary people to seek revenge?"

"Who said it wasn't?" Jim handed the prepared wine to Sallya and said: "We are more inclined to think that he wants to find trouble with the gravekeeper Kaz This eccentric necromancer has occupied the Cemetery of Ten Thousand Spirits for so long that some people have long been annoyed with him. "

Saria held the wine glass and sighed softly, saying, "I don't think it's that simple. If he really wants to cause trouble for Kaz, he should take away the corpse so that Kaz has no spellcasting materials. Digging up the graves one by one will do nothing except anger Kaz."

Just as he was talking about this, the door of the Forgotten Bar slammed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The guests at the door cursed in dissatisfaction, "Which bastard is so rude? ·······Cemetery Keeper Kaz? How can you bear to leave the Cemetery of Ten Thousand Spirits?"

"Because a damn bastard ran to my place to make trouble, I came here to issue a bounty!"

The necromancer named Kaz was a skinny old man wearing a tattered black robe, with a bunch of keys on his waist, and human bones could be vaguely seen in the rag bag full of dirty muddy traces.

"Long time no see, Master Kaz. We haven't seen each other since you became a great wizard, right?" Jim greeted him.

"Don't talk nonsense, Jim! Don't think I forgot that you stood on Popang's side. Hurry up and bring the bounty order. When I catch that damn bastard, I will make him look bad!"

Kaz knocked on the table of the bar very angrily. Jim didn't mind his rude attitude. He turned around and took the bounty order from the cabinet, while explaining: "I just don't want two great wizards to fight in my bar. It will turn this place into a ruin."

"Popang, that coward, dare not fight with me. Everyone knows that he owes the Lava Lord a debt. Now he doesn't even dare to leave the Mage Tower. I said long ago that he will not have a good end!"

Kaz snorted coldly, but did not continue to curse. He lowered his head, picked up a pen and began to fill out the bounty order. Salia, who was sitting on the other side of the bar, put down her glass, walked quietly to Kaz's side, and said to him: "Master Kaz, I have heard of your name for a long time. I am Salia. I heard that a bastard dug up the graves of Wanling Cemetery and angered you. Maybe I can help you."

Kaz raised his head and looked at Salia from head to toe with a cold gaze. Until he saw her back hair, Kaz said: "Descendant of succubus? Get out of the way. I don't have time to play any physical games with you."

Salia's face froze, but she still said: "If you issue an open bounty order, then I can also take the task. Why don't you tell me in detail? Tell me what happened so that everyone can understand. "

Kaz hesitated for a moment, tugged at his beard, and said, "There is no detailed situation. There is just a bastard who I can't catch who comes to my grave every night. He not only digs it up, but also takes the bodies out of the coffin and puts them on the ground, so I have to clean up every day."

"It was just a few nights later. The whole Wanling Cemetery was plowed by him. Almost all the bodies were dug out by him, but he didn't take any of them away. He is simply a lunatic!"

After a while, Kaz's bounty was written, and Jim nailed it to the bounty notice board, but almost everyone lost interest after just one look.

Kaz is always stingy, and the price he offers is very low, but he has to deal with grave robbers who can hide from the eyes of the archmage. No one likes to do such a loss-making job, so this matter has become a topic of conversation among the guests of the tavern after dinner, and they just laugh it off.

Until three o'clock in the morning, most of the guests had left, leaving only a few drunkards who were moved to the corner of the bar by the waiters. When the last waiter finished his work, the Dark Night Master leaned on the bar a little sleepily and waited for dawn.

But at this moment, the back door of the tavern was knocked. Jim was startled. He first turned on the table lamp on the counter, then took out a lantern from under the cabinet and lit it. He held the lantern in one hand and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with the other hand, and walked towards the back door.

With a creak, the door opened. The light from the lantern shone on a bearded face. A chill rushed in, and Jim's exclamation echoed at the door: "John Constantine?"

"It's me." Constantine looked a little tired, his voice was still hoarse. He held the door frame with one hand and held a black object with the other. Jim's heart trembled. He took two steps back and frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Which demon is chasing you again?"

Constantine sighed, shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you everything? I have retired from magic. There is no magician Constantine. I am just an ordinary person now."

"Ordinary people won't knock on my door in the middle of the night. Come in." Jim made way, illuminated the room with a lantern, and watched Constantine drag the black object behind him in with some effort.

As soon as the thing appeared in the light, Jim took a breath of cold air. It was a coffin, still covered with mud, and it looked like a black coffin that had just been dug out.

Constantine half-knelt on the ground, holding the lid of the coffin and panting for a while, then stood up and complained: "Although I don't like to use magic to solve all problems, it is really inconvenient without magic. Do you have a toolbox? I want to pry it open."

Jim slowly widened his eyes in the dim room, he looked at Constantine and said: "Are you the tomb robber that Kaz wants to reward?"

"What tomb robber? Wanling Cemetery is originally my territory. The "dead man" gave it to me to take care of it. That Kaz is just a cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest and thinks he is the owner of the place."

Constantine curled his lips, but Jim still said in confusion: "Even if that's the case, you don't have to dig the grave, right? Can't you just drive Kaz away?"

" It has nothing to do with that. "Constantine shook his head and began to look for tools in the room to pry open the nails of the coffin. After a while, he brought a crowbar, waved to Jim and said, "Come here, you help me light it, I want to open it."

Jim stood in front of the coffin and watched Constantine put the crowbar into the gap of the coffin. He frowned and asked, "Who is in the coffin?"

"Andrew Bennett."

Jim took a breath, a look of reminiscence flashed across his face, and then he asked, "The sixteenth-century vampire?"

Constantine nodded, and after fixing the crowbar, he stood up and stepped on the edge of the crowbar. There was an extremely harsh friction sound, and the coffin was pried open.

"Why did you dig him out?"

"I have something to do with him." Constantine said seriously: "Or rather, I don't have anything to do with him... Forget it, wake him up first.

With a "bang", the coffin lid was finally opened by Constantine. The man lying inside had short black hair and a strand of white hair on the left forehead. His face had a melancholy and classical handsomeness. His skin was very pale, without a trace of blood, and two fangs were faintly visible between his lips and teeth.

"Help me recite the spell to wake up the vampire." Constantine turned his head and looked at Jim and said, "I can't use magic now. If I make a noise to wake him up, your bar may not be able to open tomorrow."

Jim sighed. Obviously, he had a deep friendship with Constantine and couldn't refuse his proposal, so he pulled out the night blade at his waist, held the hilt with both hands, and whispered a few spells.

A ray of light opened on the forehead of the man in the coffin, and then spread all over his body, making his whole body emit a bright white light.

The man's eyelids moved, and with the trembling of his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes. Constantine bent down and looked at him with concern.

And the vampire called Bennett grabbed the lid of the coffin in a hurry when he saw Constantine's face. With a "bang", the coffin was closed again.

Jim turned his head and stared at Constantine. Constantine puffed his cheeks and made a strange sound with his lips. He put one hand in his pocket and pinched two fingers of the other hand together and said.

"Back then, when we were investigating the cult together, there was a little... small accident."