Ulena nodded aside, obviously not minding taking action now.
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Constantine was drinking in a bar, and no one could tell from Constantine's expression whether he was killing time or waiting for someone.
However, there were two glasses of wine on the bar in front of him, which made him look like he was waiting for someone.
I don't know when the bar started to become quiet, and no one except Constantine could be seen at all.
Constantine sat expressionless, looking at his surroundings from time to time, as if he was planning where to go if he planned to escape.
This bar was not a place Constantine frequented, but he didn't seem to care at all.
"I guess you are the only one who will come to me at this time, Lord Rasma."
Constantine said, pushing the wine glass in front of him to his side.
Rasma's figure suddenly appeared next to Constantine like a ghost.
He reached out and took the wine glass on the table, then put it aside.
"It's not that I don't drink, but I can't trust anything you give me at any time."
Rasma's tone seemed to be teasing, but Constantine would not simply take these words as a joke!
"The strength you possess is indeed good, and the arrow shot at Malthael before was indeed wonderful.
It's just that you shouldn't try to cooperate with demons, even if your original intention is to deceive them."
Rasma said slowly and leisurely.
"Don't make it sound like this is serious, I'm not the only one doing this.
I think you, the original Nephalem, did this kind of thing too.
Otherwise you wouldn't have come to remind me, tell me, what a painful lesson you learned for deceiving the devil?"
Constantine laughed directly as he spoke.
It can be seen that he has no fear of Rasma.
It's not that Constantine now has the strength to surpass Hyrab, it's just that Constantine is born with a lack of awe.
"You are very courageous, I am a little curious why you did not get the blessing of Imprius.
Of course, it is also possible that you appear fearless just because of your ignorance, and such a performance probably cannot be considered courage."
Rasma said easily.
But while she was speaking, Rasma was already holding a sickle in her hand.
"Are you going to harvest my life? Or are you going to cooperate with me?"
Constantine smiled.
He still looks fearless, which is a bit surprising.
Rathma's reputation among the Nephalem is definitely not very good, especially for those Nephalem who can only know him through legends. In the eyes of the Nephalem, Rasma is a very cruel type.
Constantine doesn't seem like the type to get information from the higher-level Nephalem.
"You are acting more like you have extraordinary courage now."
Rasma placed the sickle in her hand directly on the table.
"You definitely don't stay here to wait for me.
I just happened to be the customer you were waiting for. Would you mind telling me who the customer you most want to see is?"
Rasma pushed the scythe in the direction of Constantine.
"Is this your reward for seeking answers?"
Constantine's voice was as frivolous as ever.
"No, this is part of our cooperation.
Of course I will pay you, but you may not like the reward I give.
But I promise that the reward I give will definitely help you at some point."
Rasma said.
Constantine pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand to put away the sickle on the table.
This means that Constantine directly agreed to this cooperation without knowing what Rasma planned to ask him to do.
"I don't really have any chance to refuse, do I?"
Constantine said after drinking all the wine in the glass.
"No, you can refuse.
I just thought you might be willing to do something for me."
A smile appeared on Rasma's pale face.
The smile was very gentle, so gentle that it didn't look like something that would appear on Rasma's face.
No one knows how Rasma judges how to treat a person.
But this gentle attitude really made Constantine very uneasy!
Constantine thought about the attitudes he encountered many times when he met others.
In his conception, he never thought that he would meet such a kind Rasma.
"Are you curious why I'm nice to you?"
Rasma said.
"Yes, you don't have the ability to read minds, do you?
It seems like one of the local demons I've seen before can do this.
Some can even directly seduce other people's spirits through words, and that kind of power makes people shudder just thinking about it."
Constantine said.
"I also know the ability you mentioned. The demons under Bile's command have such abilities.
It's just that no power can be 'absolute'. In other words, there is an upper limit that is affected by the user.
As for where the limit is, I really don’t know.”
Rasma seemed to be in a good mood and even found a topic to talk about with Constantine.
"Sir Rasma, I have a question now.
Since you said that all power is affected by the user, is there a similar 'upper limit' to authority?"
Constantine suddenly asked.
Many of the beings he came into contact with had the power of authority.
Others also possess abilities similar to authority.
But before, no one was willing to share knowledge about authority with Constantine, and at this time, Rasma seemed to be a good teacher.
Knowledge about this aspect is very precious!
If you have the opportunity to study Constantine, you won't miss it.
"The upper limit? There is an upper limit for the guys you can use, but the scary thing is that some guys can almost completely ignore this upper limit and continue to become stronger.
At least I haven't seen the limits of the Nephalem yet."
Rasma did not give Constantine the answer he wanted most, but such an answer is equally valuable!
"Isn't the existence of a genius like Bul-Ketho the nephalem's limit?"
Constantine was surprised from the bottom of his heart!
"Bulkesser? He is not a real genius. I remember this is not a secret among the Nephalem, right?"
Rasma sneered.
Bul-Katho was definitely not the most talented of all the Nephalem Rathma had ever seen!
To be continued...