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"Sorry sir, I only sell books, not magic."

Seeing the keyboard raising the book in his hand, Constantine bought it to take care of his friend.

It's just that the gold coin this man gave Zhang San was a bit weird. The pattern on the front was of a demon beating an unclothed man, and on the back was the head of a horned devil.

Hell gold?

"Is there a curse on this? If so you have to pay me double."

"If you sell it outside, it's worth more than ordinary gold coins. Many black magicians are willing to pay a high price to buy it."

Constantine, who opened the book, did not deny that the gold coin was cursed. He just said that its value was much higher than ordinary ones, and he was the one who suffered the loss.

Suddenly, the keyboard took the book away from his hand: "Is a black magician the kind of person who gives money? The value of cursed gold coins to me is equal to 50% of ordinary gold coins, and you still pay half less."

Constantine didn't like this kind of guy who had already reached a deal and then increased the price temporarily, but he had a way to avoid paying himself, and that was to turn his head and look at Batman: "What are you doing here for me?"

Closing the book, Batman raised his head and stared at the man with white eyes and replied: "The Justice League believes that the recent murders everywhere are related to magic, and someone wrote your name on the wall of my house."

"I'm sorry. It was Rama Kushner who asked me to find you. The goddess said that we must cooperate to successfully resolve the current crisis."

Only he knows whether this is what Boston said. Anyway, this person's name is among Batman fans.

"I'm not the kind of guy who likes to work with others, but if you can help pay for this gold coin, I'm willing to take you with me."

Batman's belt shouldn't only have those few gold coins, Constantine just used them to collect some team fees. Although cloaks and tights are useless against magic, that's not a problem.

Unfortunately, the rich bat let him down, because the number of gold coins the other party took out just filled the missing part, and they did not directly pay all for him.

After a while.

A group of people appeared in Washington, the city with the White House.

There were fewer pedestrians on the streets at night. Constantine, who was walking at the front, took them around a taxi parked on the side of the road and then told Zatanna, who asked him where he was going, "Go find Ricky."

After looking at Batman and the keyboard who were following him, the man added something more: "Ricky is a famous collector of mysterious and supernatural things. I need to borrow something from him."

"Have you talked to him recently?" Zatanna had some worry on her face. She didn't know that John didn't know Ricky's current situation.

"Our relationship is a bit unhappy, but he will probably lend it to me."

It sounded like Constantine had no idea, so the woman following him told him the news that Ricky was getting worse.

Turning the corner, she could already see the person in front without her needing to say anything.

There are some black-robed ghosts floating at the door of Ricky's house. They are the shrouds, responsible for sending the souls of the dead to hell.

With these Shrouds wandering outside his old friend's house, Constantine was certain that Ricky's days remaining inside were numbered.

(John Constantine.)

The shrouds who were about to say something to the people who came suddenly stared at the keyboard among them. In the eyes of the other three people, these black-robed ghosts floated to the keyboard and started chatting with each other: (It's not like magic living things and do not belong to humans.)

(Without a soul, the body is a mechanical structure.)

(Technological products that can act like this should also have the kind of artificial intelligence they talk about. Why doesn’t it have something similar in its body?)

Constantine did not rush to get rid of these disgusting shrouds, but Zhang San, who was stared at by a man, a woman and a ghost, asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with me?"

"You're surrounded by them."

Zatanna listened to the comments from the ghost from hell about the keyboard with great interest. The body of an adventurer in a magical world is actually a mechanical structure, but the keyboard itself is a technological product, right?

"The tour is over, I don't have time to listen to you continue."

With one move with both hands, the golden magic runes burning like fire in Constantine's hand erupted in a circle of concussions, sending all the shrouds around them back to hell.

"Who are they?" Only then did Batman ask the identity of the things he couldn't see.

Just as Boston was explaining to him, the door next to a few people opened. The man who walked out of it was wearing a cane. He seemed to be in quite poor health and was almost emaciated.

"Zatanna, Batman? And the keyboard with strange hands and feet. Are these two your new friends? John."

Ricky put a few people into the house, and they followed them to the room on the right side of the corridor, a small living room.

The inside was fairly neat, with masks from unknown African tribes hanging on the walls, and a squatting statue of a green monster on the long table against the wall.

There are also some of Ricky's collectibles on the mantelpiece, and there is a dirty skull next to the stacked books not far away.

"It's nice to see you again, John. But Batman, and... the keyboard?"

With his hands on crutches, Ricky looked at them one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the keyboard, his weak eyes mixed with doubts.

He was a bit confused as to why Batman and this guy were hanging out with Constantine.

"Yes, keyboard. I come from a magical world and am an adventurer."

However, in Zhang San's eyes, the blood bar above Ricky's head, who was in a health crisis, was red, and the other party regarded him as an enemy.

This is normal. In Zhang San's mind, this person is the one who caused the trouble, but it's not time to expose him yet.

At least they have to wait until Constantine and the others are led by Ricky to find another person. He will first take away the mage's things and then beat the conspiracy guy to the point of exploding gold coins.

"Ricky, I'm here to apologize to you." Constantine did feel a little guilty. It was all because of him that his old friend became what he was today.

But after saying this, someone's next words made the scene quite quiet: "By the way, I want to ask you to borrow the Key of Cassanti."

"You haven't changed at all, or you didn't come here specifically to apologize to me at all."

After a few seconds, Ricky sighed and took out a copper-colored coin with a hole in the middle from a small box.

"You're going to keep bugging me if I don't give it to you, so now grab your stuff and go."

"Ricky."

Looking at the back of his old friend who handed him the Key of Cassanti and turned to leave the room, Constantine reluctantly put his things in his pocket and walked out of Rich's house with the others. (End of chapter)