I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 276 Funeral
"My helmet, star scepter, and book of light are all magic tools of the holy light. They are expected to be advanced as holy relics in the future. Can they be placed in the holy spring pool to nurture spirituality?" Carlisle asked.

"I still want to drink holy water wine! The dandruff and hair oil in your helmet... It's disgusting to think about it." Harley wrinkled Joan's nose with a look of disgust.

"I use magic to clean it, it's very clean." The priest said awkwardly.

"I feel uncomfortable. You dig a small pool on the side, drain it, and put the holy artifacts in it. My 'God's Stick' and armor can also be soaked in it." Harry said.

"That's fine. The holy spring pool is a little shallow, and it's really not suitable for soaking polearms." The old priest nodded and asked again: "I can't take care of such a big church by myself. Where do you plan to choose a priest from?"

"Fake priests of the Holy See will definitely not work." Harry said immediately.

"You want a holy priest who is pious and has extraordinary power? That's not easy." The old priest frowned, "Every holy priest is a treasure of their own order, and it is impossible for them to let the pillars of their own cultivation join us 'Paradise Hills'."

Harry's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "Go to the Oblivion Bar to buy an advertising space, and recruit young apprentices from the multiverse. With my reputation, it shouldn't be difficult to find a few stupid fans, right?"

"Well, you can try it, you are really popular recently, but"

Carlisle had a look of struggle and hesitation on his face.

In the end, he solemnly said: "Harry, in your current situation, it is not suitable for you to completely use Priest Shengguang as your team.

It is better to invite a group of priests and nuns from Rome to show up. "

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion.

"You are the Duke of Tiantang Mountain, True Monarch Quinn, you listen to the tune but not the announcement." Carlisle said in a deep voice.

"So?" Harry still didn't quite understand.

"Well, the duke's subjects are the king's subjects, but they may not be loyal to the king."

Carlisle spoke with difficulty, as if he was under great psychological pressure.

Harry seemed to realize something, but he hadn't been able to pierce the last layer of window paper.

"It's not suitable now, when will it be suitable?"

"Wait until you become a god, and wait until you can leave a mark on the magic power of those priests of the Holy Light." When Carlisle said this, his expression was a little distorted, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Harry took a deep look at him and pronounced: "You'll never be a saint in your life."

"I" Carlisle blushed quickly, arguing: "Priest Shengguang is naturally a devout follower of God, even if you become a god, you can only guarantee that they have the same loyalty to you in spirit.

I live up to God and I'm true to you, what's wrong?

In fact, I think people like me who have faith and adhere to principles are truly qualified to enter the City of Silver. "

"The biggest illusion in life is that whatever I think, the world will be like that." Harry said.

The old priest said unconvinced: "The Crusaders who marched in the East were foolish and loyal enough, but you have also read Dante's "Divine Comedy", and even went to hell yourself, knowing that not only did they not go to heaven, but they were tortured in hell to atone for their sins."

"Just because it's better than garbage doesn't mean it's not garbage."

Carlisle's eyes widened, "You stand your ground, but you say that about me?"

"I am very grateful for your loyalty, so I can't bear to lie."

Harley patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely: "The City of Silver has completely closed the door to you, and now you can only concentrate on running wildly on the broad road of 'Paradise Mountain'!"

Carlisle was dumbfounded.

Having said that, Harley still accepted his suggestion, according to the ratio of [-], recruiting apprentices of priest Shengguang and false priests.

The number does not need to be too many, about four apprentices with extraordinary strength, and 16 Roman priests who have undergone systematic training and are proficient in the skills of receiving people and treating others.

Roman priests are not necessarily Romans. Many monks born in Gotham will also go to Rome for further studies.

All these complicated tasks were left to the old priest, and Harry took the time to visit the suburban cemetery.

Attend Zatara's funeral.

Zatanna wore a black veil dress, her fair face was slightly powdered, her eyes were reddish, and she looked sad, which was really cute.

Nick was wearing a black suit and accompanied her with a solemn expression.

Constantine, in equally stately attire, stands on the other side.

Harley is not unique, her skirt and sun hat are all black.

Although there was not much sadness in her heart, she also had the grief of her own father on her face.

Uh, the grief of losing one's own father is actually not that much grief.

Putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of the coffin with Zatara's name and magic symbol printed on it, hugged Zatana again, whispered a few words of comfort, and Harley returned to the guest area.

Stand with Mrs. Shangdu.

"I remember you saying that you have been avoiding meeting Zatara," she whispered.

"The old lover died tragically in person, can't we see him off for the last time?" Shang Du said indifferently.

Harry felt some sadness from her heart.

"I didn't mean today."

She explained, "I mean, why did you join his group session that day?"

"Don't mention it, I must have lost my mind that day, or was controlled by a certain supreme being, to believe Zatara's nonsense that 'observing from a distance is foolproof'."

Gritting his silver teeth secretly, his face was slightly distorted.

Harley knew about the whole process from Constantine. Hearing Shangdu's complaints, he couldn't help frowning and said:
"You dozens of knowledgeable mages, it is impossible for you to make a mistake in your judgment.

Especially Zatara and the others, when Little Black Bean was first awakened by the wizard group, they were on the edge of hell and had seen his mighty power.

They shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake. "

"Who can fully understand the power of the supreme being?

You were at the scene at the time and saw with your own eyes that the coalition of millions of angels and demons could not hold back? "

Shangdu couldn't help but say good things for his old lover.

Harry opened his mouth and looked around warily.

Many well-known magic masters came to the scene, and even Felix Faust, who had always been at odds with Zatara, put a bouquet of flowers on the coffin.

At this moment, they were all glued to her from the corner of their eyes.

Harry shut up, this is not a good place for conversation.

After the guests said their final farewell to Zatara, a white-haired old priest stood in front of the coffin and said loudly: "Almighty Lord, you are the source of life, you saved us through your holy son Jesus, please You take pity on Giovanni Zaatara and accept him into the eternal Paradise of the Holy Light"

"Hey." Harry couldn't help it, and laughed unkindly.

Although the voice was low, it still attracted condemning eyes.

"Sorry, this is the first time I attended a mage's funeral, I thought it would be different from ordinary people. Alas, I'm sorry!
I sincerely wish that Master Zatara can ascend to bliss. "

She quickly apologized in a low voice.

"Witch, this is the worst lie you have ever told. Zatara will never go to heaven, we all know that." Faust said lightly.

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that the witch made great contributions to the Little Black Bean incident. Not only was she promoted to 'Duke of Heaven Mountain', but she was also given a Heaven Card."

Do you know the Paradise Card?It allows people to go directly to heaven. "

Harry looked in surprise. The person speaking was a strong middle-aged mage whose eyes were covered with cloth strips. His long white hair was standing upright, his eyes were covered with cloth strips, and he was wearing a vest. His bare skin shone with silver blue and magic lines. Look Dress like a god.

Tanarak, a master of magic contemporaneous with Zatara.

"Wizard Tanarak, where did you hear that I have a heaven card?" She frowned.

She didn't have time to spread the word about the long-faced "Duke of Paradise Mountain".

The heaven card attracts people's attention, but it can't improve her strength, so it is natural to keep it secret.

But I don't want to be exposed by someone today.

"I have my own channel." The blindfolded man said lightly.

Mr. E said disapprovingly: "I know the heaven card, which can avoid hell and go straight to heaven.

So what if you can avoid hell, is Zatara in hell?

The name of the heaven card is loud, but it is only valid for mortals, and it is useless to us. "

"Maybe I didn't make it clear, what she got was a 'Supreme Paradise Card'!"

The blindfolded man emphasized: "She stopped the giant beast, saved heaven, and even helped Jehovah complete the perfect fusion of light and darkness, good and evil.

Can the mere Heaven Card be used as a reward to easily dismiss her? "

"You mean, you can avoid all 'debts' and go straight to heaven?" Faust trembled.

The other mages also looked over in shock.

"That's right, that is a top-level heaven card that has never appeared before, specially prepared for mages." The blindfolded man nodded.

"Sigh~~~~"

There was a sound of gasping at the funeral, and they looked at Harry with fiery and greedy eyes.

"Are you sure?" Zatana was also attracted, her eyes eager.

Tanarak said: "If you think about it carefully, you will understand. If it is useless to the witch, what kind of reward is the Heaven Card?"

"Harry—" Zatanna looked at Harry pleadingly.

Harry smiled wryly and said, "The Heaven Card is only valid for living people. If a living person holds it, only when the soul dies can it be protected by the power of God and go straight to heaven."

Zatanna believed rationally, but she still had a little extravagant hope in her heart, "Master Tanarak, is that so?"

The blindfolded man sighed: "All heaven cards are only valid for people who are about to die, and their souls are gone. Who will the power of God protect?"

Zatanna covered her face and sobbed.

As a quasi-magic master, she deeply understands a common sense: after the death of her father, the soul and magic power will immediately fall into the hands of creditors, unlike ordinary people who may hang around the corpse and become a undead.

"Oh, God is so mighty, maybe he heard my prayer." The priest patted her on the shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

Well, the priest is also a mage.

Talking nonsense that I don't believe.
After Zatara's coffin was buried in the soil, the crowd did not leave, but Sage Aoqi opened a space door and got in one by one.

"Zatara was not the only one who died that day. Let's go to Switzerland now for Sargon's funeral." Shangdu said.

Harley and Zatara still have some friendship, and Sargon is really "a few faces".

But she was too embarrassed to leave alone, so she could only follow along.

Like Zatara, Sargon also left behind a daughter, a gifted mage.

The whole process was almost a replica of Zatara's funeral, even the mage priest was not replaced.

Still, he was tactful and didn't use the same funeral lines to fool Sargon's missing ghosts.

Even with Harley's average attribute of 39 points, when he returned to Gotham, he felt exhausted.

However, she didn't go home, and she didn't let go of Shangdu who was more tired than her.

"I don't think Zatara and Sargon died by accident, but were murdered by spies!" Harry said seriously.

　The next volume will start tomorrow, with the return of Batman and the beginning of the era of superheroes.

　
(End of this chapter)