Chapter 51 The Blessing of the King of Wandering Souls
Chapter 51 The Blessing of the Wandering Soul King
At night, Constantine returned to the storage room on the Brooklyn Bridge drunkenly with a cigarette in his mouth, swaying, and as soon as he opened the door, he spit out the cigarette in his mouth.
Constantine looked into the dark room and said angrily: "I said, can't you have some morals? According to the castle law, I can kill you directly if you break into a private house."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room were turned on, and Natasha appeared in front of Constantine. She was standing next to the dining table, leaning against a chair.
"These are the Silka cigarettes you asked for. I bought them back, Mr. Constantine."
Natasha smiled and handed the cigarette in her hand to Constantine, pulled the chair next to her, and then struck a very seductive pose.
Slowly sitting down, showing her smooth lines, Natasha said: "I came here just to discuss cooperation with Mr. Constantine. We can talk slowly."
Without immediately replying to Natasha's words, Constantine looked back at the cars parked on the river bank, and then made a friendly gesture toward the cars to make friends.
Constantine, who turned around and walked in, casually took off the monitor from the door frame, placed it on the dining table in front of Natasha and said, "Now there are more than just the two of us here."
Natasha showed a very standard smile, stretched out her hand to put away the monitor on the dining table, leaned on the dining table and said, "As long as you are willing to cooperate and become our consultant, it can be just the two of us."
At this time, Constantine stretched out his hand and drew on the dining table, and a bright flame followed his movement and appeared in front of the two people, separating the two people on both sides of the dining table.
Then Constantine put his hands together and then separated them. Two burning orange flames appeared on Constantine's hands.
"You casually entered a magician's workshop and installed monitoring equipment in his workshop. Do you really think that magicians are just the kind of guys who can only rub fireballs?"
"Have you thought about it, are you going to become a crab or a beaver?"
Constantine, holding a flame in each hand, spoke threatening words, which made the smile on Natasha's face freeze, but good agent training allowed her to react quickly.
"You really love to joke. We are here to seek cooperation. How could we touch your things casually? This is just to confirm your return."
Natasha deliberately emphasized the word "seeking cooperation" in her tone, making it seem as if she really wanted to find Constantine for cooperation.
After dispersing the flames in his hands, Constantine sat across from Natasha. Natasha also became serious at this time, no longer as charming as before.
"Tell me what's going on. Let's agree in advance. I can't handle the greedy person's affairs, and I don't dare to mess with this big boss."
As soon as they sat down, Constantine explained the bottom line. Natasha had more information about the greedy people, but Constantine refused to tell her.
Natasha used her peak speaking skills and couldn't get any information from Constantine.
"Don't waste any effort. These little tricks of yours are nothing compared to the hellish creatures I'm dealing with."
Constantine took a puff of cigarette and then another puff of wine, without even a trace of smoke coming out.
Seeing that the inquiry had no effect, Natasha was going to ask from the beginning: "Why did you win so many lottery tickets?"
"Because I received the blessing from the King of Wandering Souls in Rondal, my luck is higher than others. I can win the lottery casually."
Constantine took out the lottery ticket he bought today and it was still on the dining table.
"Then why don't you just go and redeem the grand prize?" Natasha asked the question she wanted to ask.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the question came out of his mouth, Constantine looked at Natasha like she was a fool.
"What do you think is the difference between a meal and a meal?"
After asking a stupid question, without any embarrassment showing on his face, Coulson's instructions came through the headset.
"I saw your diploma. Where is Perheim? Did you graduate from the Dragon Academy there?"
When asked this question, Natasha clearly saw a picture of the fearless Constantine's face changing, feeling nostalgic, nostalgic, and regretful.
"I was kicked out of Dragon Academy."
Taking advantage of her gender, Natasha took Constantine's hand and said softly: "Don't hold it in your heart, just say it. I am willing to be your listener."
"I studied magic at Dragon Academy, but I also learned forbidden spells from the witch."
Having said this, Constantine reached out and touched the thing wrapped around his wrist. Natasha, with sharp eyes, saw that it was human hair.
At this time, when she held Constantine's hand and accidentally saw Constantine's blue eyes, Natasha almost jumped up.
Facing Constantine was like facing a real dragon. At this moment, she sent herself into the dragon's mouth.
"Girl, you really thought you could get some information out of me in just one or two sentences. I told you that you are far worse than those demons from hell. Even your figure is not as good as that of a succubus."
After saying that, a burning black flame appeared in their hands. Natasha could not feel any heat, but from the flame, Natasha could see the shadow of fear hidden in the flame.
[Black Flame: After Overlord Warnir fell into the abyss, the spells discovered by the spellcasters who became the guardians of the tomb later. It can ignite huge black flames in their hands. The black flames born from the abyss cannot produce shadows and have no shadows.
People understand it clearly and only say that it is the flame of humanity.]
The flames slowly extended to the two people, covering their arms.
Natasha twisted her shoulders crazily, trying hard to pull her hand out of Constantine's palm, but Constantine didn't move at all.
The sound of the door breaking came from behind Natasha, and the special teams filed in, forming a circle around the dining table, pointing their guns at Constantine.
Colson walked in from the door and said as he walked: "Mr. Constantine, let Natasha go, we can talk."
With the cigarette in his mouth, Constantine lit it by himself. He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke towards Colson. The smoke condensed and sprayed Colson in the face.
"Is this girl yours? If I don't let her go, what can you do to me?"
"Then I'll have to blow this place up."
Coulson calmly stated his plan, as if Natasha was an abandoned child.
After smoking the whole cigarette in one breath and spitting out the cigarette butts in his mouth, Constantine finally let go of Natasha's hand and said with a bit of pity: "Girl, you're not doing well in this organization."
Constantine put his feet on the dining table and returned to the same posture in the office. Coulson now took Natasha's place and sat across from Constantine.
The only difference is that the dining table is still burning with black flames, reflecting everyone's figures on the wall, dividing the entire space into a boundary between light and dark.
"Can we talk now? Constantine."
"Tell me what you want to know."
"Your origins and where did you learn this?" Colson generously took out a tape recorder and placed it in front of him.
"I graduated from the Dragon Academy in Beiheim. My teacher's name is Obeck."