Chapter 1714 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (XII)

"Who is calling my name? Such a young and innocent girl, where are you from..."

"Hello, Xisong, I am a fourth-year student from Kamar-Taj School of Magic. My name is Harley Quinzel. You can call me Harley directly. I called you because our school is about to hold a wizard competition, and I don't have a signed demon god yet. The professor in the school recommended you to me. Can we talk?"

"Uh..." Xisong was obviously choked. This ancient demon god is now very uncomfortable with the tone of abandoning all mystical vocabulary and making transactions with demon gods like signing contracts and negotiating conditions, which was developed by the Holy of Holies. The girl's tone is as if asking Xisong if he can give her an internship certificate.

"You..." Xisong hesitated. In fact, he was really considering finding a new spokesperson recently.

Mainly because he had been devoted to Wanda before, and didn't care much about his other spokesperson, Mrs. Hydra, but this is normal. Mrs. Hydra is also half-hearted. She also mastered the power of Set.

After Sithoen had used cold violence on Madam Hydra for a while, Madam Hydra also said goodbye to him, but at the same time, he had not yet gotten Wanda back.

As mentioned before, in the dream world, Wanda was very angry that Sithoen could see her but she could not look directly at Sithoen. Wanda's anger lasted for a long time. After such a long time, Sithoen still did not wait for her text message reply.

But then again, such a great demon god as the Great Demon Shadow did not have to hang himself on a tree, but the reason why he was so eager for Wanda was that he was worried that Wanda thought the same way.

After all, Wanda was the true incarnation of the power of chaos. Although Sithoen could also control most of the power of chaos, compared with Wanda, he was more like a middleman who made a profit from the price difference.

Wanda didn't listen to him, and Sithorn had no good solution. Of course, he wanted to retaliate and control Wanda, but the time was not right. So he still needed a spokesperson during the transition period. The one who called him was good. She sounded innocent and immature. At least Sithorn thought her temper should be better than Wanda's.

So, the Great Demon Shadow cleared his throat and said to Harley in a mysterious manner: "Child, you shouldn't have listened to your professor's stupid advice and signed a contract with the Lord of Chaos, which means you have to pay a greater price than others..."

"Then can you help me win the game?" Harley's voice was crisp, like ice cubes fished out of the unfrozen source of the stream in winter, and then she complained a little bit sweetly: "My nemesis, the bitch named Farana in the next dormitory, she started practicing to release magic with the power of the contract object early. If I really lose to her, I might as well jump off the top of the Himalayas now!"

"It seems that you are determined to pay the price..."

"Don't Let's not talk about those old things. I did hear the professor talk about the skills of negotiating with the demons, but I didn't listen carefully in that class. The class was really boring. Anyway, you can't get in and can't do anything to us. You won't ask for too much, right? "

"I value fairness..."

"Then can I borrow your power? I swear I will use it well! Mr. Big Demon Shadow, please, I really don't want to lose the game!"

Sithon actually felt a little doubtful, because he didn't think Kamar-Taj would train such a wizard apprentice, but thinking about Kamar-Taj's recent expansion of enrollment, and Harley's appearance just happened to be the image of a typical white girl with poor academic performance, he didn't doubt it too much.

Because of the existence of the magic defense network and the covetous eyes of the Ancient One, the demons can't fully check each other's memories before concluding a contract. Sithon read the superficial thoughts and felt that there was no problem. Most of them were some anxious and eager emotions, with a little fantasy after victory, which was very normal.

Then the only thing to worry about is their compatibility. Most demons and humans are not completely compatible. Some humans cannot withstand certain special types of power. Xisong is not sure whether Gu Yi will come to trouble him if he drives a girl crazy here, but he still decides to send a little power to try.

Suddenly, Harley felt that there was something more in her soul. This feeling was very strange, just like looking at the ice in a glass jar. Although you know that it is transparent and almost non-existent, you can still find a trace of it from the reflection of light.

"God!" Harry exclaimed instinctively: "Is this magic power? Do I control it?"

What a fledgling, Sithorn thought, but for his future plans, he still had to comfort her: "Yes, this is magic, we are compatible, there is a kind of darkness and chaos hidden in your soul that I can't understand, but this may be your unique talent, which is very suitable for the power of chaos, you have found the right person."

"You talk more, Mr. Sithorn."

"Because we have already reached a contract, you just used this power, and you will not return it."

"I don't plan to return it either." Harley jumped up from the steps, and a storm began to brew in her eyes. The manifestation of the power of chaos in her body was an ice blue color that was completely different from Wanda's, just like the storm that had been lingering over the Himalayas for many years.

She looked down at her hands and said, "I feel... full of power."

"Wait, what are you holding in your hand? A new type of wand?" Sithorn asked a little puzzled.

Harley watched the ice-blue power of chaos pour out from her palm, gradually covering the blade of the boning knife until the entire knife became completely transparent and floated from her hand.

"Yes... This is my wand, the latest model."

Dream, a dream that was too vague for little Bruce to understand.

In the dream, he became a flying bird with golden feathers. When he kept knocking on a tall sweet chestnut tree with his beak, he saw a meteor falling in Egypt from the corner of his eye.

It was totally irrelevant. Bruce's reason told him that there were no birds with golden feathers in the world. He should be a bat. Sweet chestnut trees mostly grow in Europe, and ordinary birds can't peck the bark. More importantly, there has been no report of meteors falling in Egypt.

The dreamy scenes were still switching. Bruce heard the "click-click" sound again. This sound began to get closer and closer to him. Then he woke up from his dream and saw a tall black shadow standing beside his bed.

He was too tall, with his head against the ceiling. He was wearing a gorgeous robe that Bruce didn't recognize. A huge crown was worn on his head, but it was not as elegant as the royal family members, but with a terrifying authority that was frightening.

"Who are you?" Bruce found that he couldn't move, so he asked.

"I bring you news from the stars. If you respond to his call, he will give you the truth and power."

With a "swish", Bruce sat up from the bed. He turned his head and saw no huge shadow. Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed across the room.

He knew where his fatigue came from in the past few days. He might have had this dream every day, but he didn't remember it after waking up.

But anyone named Bruce Wayne in this world is not an ordinary person. Bruce's first reaction after having such a weird nightmare was that he wasted at least two hours discussing the knowledge about the Ark reactor with Stark.

It's such a damn pragmatism. If he had to respond to the call of something to get knowledge, he would rather discuss it with a genius scientist than hope for an illusory blessing.

But in the classroom of the dream world school, Stark saw that Bruce was not in a good state. He asked a little, and Bruce just mentioned a few words in a bit of annoyance. Stark said with wide eyes.

"Didn't you realize that you might have been chosen by a demon?"

"How did I... tell you?"

"He called you for several days, and you didn't reply to any of them."

"Do I have to reply?" Bruce Jr. seemed a little disgusted.

"Of course not, he can't harass you without restraint. If you clearly refuse, and he still sends you a dream, then Kamar-Taj will cause trouble for him, but you didn't refuse him at all."

"Yes, I didn't respond, you can't count on me... I said I'm an outsider, I don't have any idea about this, and I don't trust them."

"Within certain rules, they are safe." Stark shrugged and said, "Although I don't like these superstitious things, since you have learned magic, you can't be without magic power forever, right?"

"And you don't have any energy at all, there are some things I can't tell you." Stark looked down at his experimental diagram and said, "Just like this part of the energy hub involves some knowledge of energy operation, you haven't experienced it yourself, and you can't explain it clearly."

"Should I respond to him?" Bruce Jr. seemed a little hesitant.

"In my opinion, you don't look like you have any magical talent." Stark still said with that annoying arrogance: "Your talent is not in this area at all. It's good that someone is willing to find you."

When Bruce woke up again, he found Barry standing by the bed and looking at him with some concern. Barry pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "I know this may make me look rude, but I can only tell you that your face looks as bad as a pile of dog shit."

Without him saying it, Bruce had seen his face in the reflection of the closet door. He took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "A demon contacted me, and this seems to be a very normal thing in their universe. I am considering whether to respond."

Barry's eyes widened immediately. He was about to persuade him, but Bruce waved his hand and said: "This earth has a magic defense network. They can't do anything. If I agree, I will have magic to use. Maybe it's not impossible to try."

Barry turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was still dark. Bruce seemed to have made up his mind. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Bells, drums, and distant ballads kept ringing in his ears. He dreamed of a god standing in the far north bidding farewell to a giant bird. Bruce heard a distant flute sound coming from behind a huge figure standing on the ice field.

He almost saw his face, but soon he saw a manuscript floating in front of him, which recorded countless terrifying, crazy, and unacceptable knowledge to humans.

Bruce accepted it.

Batman was not an ordinary person. He took a look at the forbidden knowledge on it, and then woke up with a scream. He was sure that the huge figure in the dream was also shocked at the last moment.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open.

Bruce and Barry turned their heads at the same time and saw a figure with blue light in his eyes, like a will-o'-the-wisp, standing outside the door.

Harley stared at little Bruce, or rather at the empty space behind him, and smiled strangely, saying, "I got you."

But suddenly, the strange picture in the spiritual vision disappeared, and Harley suddenly woke up.

Then, her abundant inspiration from her excellent talent combined with the power brewing in her soul gave her a divine intuition.

"Sithoen! Sithoen!" Harley began to shout frantically.

"What is that?"

Sithoen was confused.

"Behind me!"

Sithoen began to fear.

"No, Harley, you can't..."

"Waste!"

Harley turned around.

Standing behind her was Jennifer Mavey - at this moment, a huge figure from the Far North, a black shadow wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown, a golden bird, and an Egyptian meteor.

"Pray to everything not to meet my other thousand faces. Goodbye, Bruce Wayne. Be careful, because I am the crawling chaos. I am... Nyarlathotep."

I thought of it!

(Please don't think too much about all the discussions about madness in this article, let alone try to understand them. Every time the author writes, he is afraid that someone will hold a hammer and see everyone as a nail. There may not be one true psychopath or antisocial personality in ten million people. Don't worry)