The laws of the world should be like this - there is cause and effect, equivalent exchange, hard work, reward...

All human life is within the rules, and their lives are limited to one framework, which is order, rules, common sense, and limit. This is a kind of constraint and protection. In short, the way of heaven is always...

And what about us?

We cheat!

We despise the rules and make the laws of this universe go around, let them give them a fruit without cause, let us gain nothing, we look for loopholes, we trample on the contract... we are mages!

A mage is the one who tramples on the rules and the cheater!

Constantine lowered her head and snatched a cigarette. He walked through the dark alley outside the bar. The faint light of the lighter projected his shadow behind him, pulling it for a long time.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke rings.

Constantine stepped on the dirty water with deep and shallow steps, and walked forward crookedly...

A dim shadow appeared in front of him, leaning against the wall, right at the door of Dotty's pet shop where Constantine lived. Constantine did not hesitate. Who knew who was coming to him? His troubles were so much that he didn't want to deal with them.

As mentioned before, the heavens are always going... Cheaters always have to pay the price. Although no one knows the reason or the specific method, the price is indeed inevitable. Constantine has already clarified this from his twenty-year experience, so he began to gradually stay away from magic and live by cheating.

After all, he is a cheater targeted by regulators.

The mage distorts time and space, controls other people's thoughts, and creates life. There is indeed no rules for them. This is magic, which makes the mage a very dangerous existence - whether for others or for themselves.

The little Spider greeted the decadent uncle who was walking towards him: "Hey! Are you John Constantine? I was introduced by someone, and she said you have great means..."

"So has she said I'm a scum?" Constantine responded casually: "Where did you know her, Moonlight Bunny Villa? Or Ms. Chety Ranch? Tell her that I'm rich and will go back to pay the bill...or can she draw a sum from your commission? Or has she already drawn it?"

"She did mention this to me," Spider emphasized, "but it's not clear enough that you'll still owe female workers services."

"Haha..." Constantine smiled and said, "The service fee for female workers... Just say errands!"

"She suggested that I go to the Shadow Contract, or Shazam, or Madame Sudou, Ochi Sage, Faust, Witch, Doctor Fate... She knew all these people, and they were more reliable than you... But I decided as soon as I heard your name." The little spider shrugged, "Because he used your name, I think this proves your unusualness."

"Every magic user is unusual..." Constantine sighed: "But you didn't find it when you look at the advertisement... In fact, you are the kind of customer I hate the most. Usually, you are the kind of customer I hate the most. Customers who are usually pestered by unclean things. But people like you, introduced by someone in uniform or insider... are usually a big trouble."

"And I don't want to get into such a big trouble."

The little spider was silent for a while and decided to use the routine that the prophet told him before he left - the prophet didn't want to meet this scum, and didn't even want to breathe together in a city, so the little spider could only come to Constantine alone. Who told him to walk when he heard this name?

Chen Ang used this name in his original world.

The little spider knows this very well!

"Those people are poor, too..." Spider felt a little embarrassed, but he still read the above passage according to the prophet's teaching: "And I...uh... very rich!"

Constantine's bloodshot eyes were lit up in an instant.

He straightened up and looked at the little spider solemnly and said, "How rich are you..."

The little Spider let himself go and whispered in Batman's style: "My superpower is my superpower!"

Constantine looked at the little Spider-dressed dress as an ordinary student and felt that this sentence was unconvincing, but strangely, he could recognize it... This is a truth. Whether he is rich or the person behind him is rich, it doesn't matter... No, it's very important. Constantine is not a man who values ​​money.

It's just that money is more important than his life.

"Come in!" Constantine opened the door, and the little animals in the pet shop were awakened. Some dogs sniffed loudly, and an old woman's voice came from the attic: "Is it you? Constantine, I heard a sound downstairs..."

Constantine shouted, "It's my Madame Dotty."

"Why is it so late? But I feel much more at ease when you come back..."

Constantine took the little spider through the pet's sacrificial cage and opened the door to the basement. The little spider glanced at the attic. This familiar family atmosphere made him missed it very much, but the little spider reminded Constantine: "You seem to get into trouble easily...then you shouldn't live with ordinary people."

"People who cause trouble for me are generally quite reasonable." Constantine said: "And I don't have the money to rent a single-room house. If you give me enough money for this ticket, who doesn't want to move out?"

The little spider understands this kind of helplessness of poverty.

"All animals can disrupt divination magic. Although they are not very powerful, they are very useful. As long as you understand these things, anything ordinary can cause big trouble to your opponents," Constantine explained.

"Is the prophet's ability... counting?" the little spider suddenly asked.

Constantine suddenly turned around and stared at the little spider with a very sharp look: "Prophet?" He pulled away the animal products that had silk threads tied from the ceiling with one hand - the mummy of birds and lizards, the treated heads, and some other messy things. The entire basement was messy like a witchcraft supplies store, full of strange things from various civilizations.

A specimen placed in a sink, an octopus-like specimen, an exaggerated mask of natives on islands in Africa or the South Pacific, and a specimen of a small orangutan with two heads.

"You're talking about...that prophet?" Constantine hinted.

"There are three prophets in total..." The little spider admired Constantine's collection with great enthusiasm and praised: "You look very reliable. Although I am also a mage - the Supreme Mage, I don't know a magic either, so the prophet said, let me give you a try..."

"I don't teach people magic." Constantine shook her head.

"Tutorial fee is 10 million US dollars..."
Chapter completed!