The Beauty of Light on Earth

“The black container is as black as ink,

Like the witch's cauldron,

Filled with a potion refined under a lunar eclipse.please()

Stepping across the distance that leads to the pit,

Leaning forward and looking down,

I see it, down there,

As far as the eye can see,

The dark side is as smooth as glass,

Like darkness struggling in the sea of ​​death,

Abandoned on the slimy shore. "

This poem was copied between the pages of the original manuscript of "I Walk with the Holy Light" written by Brother Deckard Towne...

——Excerpted from the celebration speech delivered by Archbishop Terra of the Holy Light when he visited Pandora's Hallelujah Cathedral in [-] of the Star Era

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The hemp rope tied up in Constantine's brocade bag automatically loosened, and the colorful gems were wrapped in a spiral shape according to certain rules. A brocade rope for performance floated out from the prop box to string the gems together. After all this was done, Lucian held the amulet necklace in his hand, still with the same malicious expression, ignoring Zatanna who was eager to try, looked at Constantine and asked: "You don't seem to have mentioned that you were taught by a teacher, so did I. I have no intention of accepting disciples.”

Seeing that Lucian was about to break the appointment, Constantine Ma defended: "Master, I just helped Mr. Zatara solve a small problem in the early years. In return, Zatara only taught me one late alchemy. Most of my knowledge is actually I learned it on my own.”

Hearing what Constantine said, Zatanna turned around suddenly, put one hand on her hips and pointed the other hand at Constantine and yelled: "John! Didn't you say that you were a student that Dad took in before he disappeared? The gift your dad gave you, and... and you know so many of dad's little habits, you... you..."

Feeling deeply deceived, Zatanna was so excited that she couldn't speak. However, Constantine, who seemed to have confirmed his identity as a scumbag, still looked calm, taking advantage of Zatanna's time to speak. He lit a cigarette. Ever since his cancer was successfully cured by Lucian, Constantine's addiction to smoking had become even more severe. It would be a shame for Constantine's two blackened lungs not to be given a lifetime achievement award from Sika Cigarettes.

"I'm an exorcist and a private detective. Mr. Zatala answered a few questions for me that day and was in a hurry to see his old lover, so he gave me this lighter as compensation." Constantine lit up a cigarette. He picked up the lighter and waved it in front of Zatanna before putting it in his pocket, "We each get what we need. Besides, I did help you find Mr. Zatara during this time, right?"

"How could you say that...how could you say that..." He took a few steps back and bumped into the dressing table. He covered his mouth with his hands and looked at Constantine with an incredulous expression on his face. I am actually doing this for you. Suddenly Zatanna let go Open your hands, your eyes gradually light up with blue light, and you mutter something.

"fehu!uiaz..."

However, before he finished reciting the spell, he was interrupted by Lucian gently raising his hand.

Sensing that the magical power that had responded to the call dissipated instantly, Zatanna looked at Lucian in horror, as if looking at a monster.

"Hey, I can't even tell the difference between arcane magic and elements. This little girl gives you a piece of advice. As a spell caster, you must be vigilant at all times." After speaking, Lucian used the simplest mage's hand spell to pinch Zatanna's neck. She lifted it up, and Zatanna gave up her resistance with a dull look on her face, letting Lucian gradually gain strength.

Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette and then took off the cigarette butt and threw it to the ground. At this time, Lucian unlocked the spell and reached out to throw the skin care necklace he had just finished into Constantine's hand. "Although I don't accept apprentices, I keep my word. I can introduce you to the Wizard's Retreat in New York to study magic with Daniel Durham. If you agree, come with me. Oh~ I'm just being rude. Angela is also at the Wizard's Retreat, maybe. Maybe you can meet again."

After Lucian finished speaking, he turned and left the dressing room. When she heard Angela, which was obviously a girl's name, Zatanna, whose face was as white as paper, suddenly cried loudly, "Liar! Thief! Scumbag!"

Daniel Durham!If the famous master of occult arts in the Sanctuary of New York convulses one day and says that he is the King of Magic in New York, then the big bosses in the underground magic world headed by the vampire elder Amelia will definitely join forces to make it clear to Midnight and tell him He can eat arbitrarily but not talk arbitrarily, but if the Mage Priory stands up and says that we are the king of magic in the United States, these dark races will definitely applaud loudly, and maybe even send valuable gifts. Those who can follow Such a great magician from the Mage's Monastery is a great opportunity for a wild spellcaster like Constantine.

Ignoring Zatanna's out-of-control mood, Constantine put the amulet necklace into his pocket very preciously and followed Lucian's footsteps out of the dressing room, leaving Zatanna alone in dejection.

Walking in the still bustling Flushing Park, Lucian looked at the crowds queuing up outside the Fiskar Pavilion. He couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart and asked Constantine who was following behind him softly, "If I had been strong enough at that time, What would you do in an older age.”

With the crisp sound of the lighter opening the lid, Constantine lit a cigarette, inhaled halfway through and exhaled thick smoke, "I know the password to the safe at Xiao Zha's house. Zatara is a magical family, so there must be something in the safe." There’s a lot of good stuff.”

"Haha, you are indeed a scumbag. I'll call you Zhakang from now on. I think it's quite cordial."

"Ah...it's my pleasure, Master!"

"Have you ever heard of Dragon Vein Warlock?"

"...No." After thinking hard for a long time, Zha Kang finally said.

"They are born with the ability to control magic. The power is hidden in the blood. However, I prefer to call them shamans or druids. The power buried deep in the blood is the source of life! The darling of nature, there is no need to learn to communicate. The ability of elements, what is an element? The most elementary life form in the physical universe, we can even understand that we humans are a combination of countless elements... Forget it, wait until you get to the Holy of Holies, but you have learned some of what I have said. Just bury it in your belly."

Swallowing nervously, Zha Kang memorized Lucien's words word for word, and nodded quickly in response.

The magic master personally talks about magic knowledge. I can't say this without envying Zha Kang's bad friends. Spell casters who come from wild places in the underground magic world have always been in an awkward position of knowing what is happening but not knowing why. The so-called Learning spells, alchemy, and potions relies on rote memorization to imitate the teacher's operations and memorize the spell-casting procedures. As for why you do this, I'm sorry that even the teacher doesn't know why. He only knows that it can release spells and make potions.

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