[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Before Father Midnight finished his words, everything in the box, whether it was the light tubes on the ceiling or the wine bottles on the side wine rack, was suddenly shaken, and immediately burst open.

Debris splattered, wine flowed, and in an instant, his box was turned into ruins.

Only the chairs the two of them were sitting on and the desk between them remained intact.

At that moment, Father Midnight was stunned.

Because he had never seen such a presumptuous guy who dared to do anything to his box.

Father Midnight stood up abruptly, slapped his palm on the table vigorously, and immediately shouted sharply: "How dare you—"

Before Papa Midnight finished speaking, Raphael raised his eyes, and an invisible force appeared out of thin air, directly pressing on Papa Midnight's shoulder.

Under the astonished eyes of Father Midnight, he was staggered by the force, and sat back on the chair with a plop.

Rafael's eyes were slightly cold, and he said lightly: "Why are you excited, speak slowly if you have something to say." The young man's sky blue eyes stared at Father Midnight, and around the pupils, small white flames danced, a wave of shock The breath of people came out.

"Oh, that's right." What is completely different from the almost sharp aura on Raffaele is his relaxed posture at the moment. He is leaning on the chair, with his elbows on the armrest on one side, and his chin propped up with one hand, faintly Authentic: "You just said, what can you remember?"

Father Midnight didn't speak, but looked at Raphael in amazement.

He has never seen the form of magic power be so oppressive, sharper and colder than the great hell demon he has seen before.

This magical power made him stand naked in the ice and snow in a trance, and the tingling pain on his skin made his whole soul tremble.

What is the origin of this wizard? !

Blonde hair, blue eyes... Standard British English, with an ancient rhyme, obviously of extraordinary background.

Was he from a wizarding family of English magicians?

No, this can never be just the power of wizards!

Is it the kind of wizard who returns to his ancestors?

He heard that there is a forbidden potion in the British magic world, which can purify the blood of wizards, but there are very few masters who can prepare this potion, and only two or three people can survive the effects of the potion, with a high fatality rate. It was also the reason why this potion was banned.

After waiting for ten seconds, but did not wait for Father Midnight's reply, Raffaele's eyes were indifferent, and he did not mention the previous question, and asked again: "The seventh floor of hell, how long will it take you to find your soul?" ?”

"...Sixty days, it can't be any shorter." Dad Midnight said with a difficult voice.

"Sixty days later, I will come again." Raffaele stood up and straightened his suit with his hand.

The red solid wood door of the box behind him was slowly pushed open by an invisible force.

When the door was opened a third of the way, and when the box was facing a panoramic view of the dance floor, a scream broke the hot and ambiguous atmosphere of the bar.

The man who was dancing face-to-face with a blond, blue-eyed, hot beauty but never took his eyes off Papa Midnight's box, or rather, the Vampire Earl, screamed.

Travis Toledo squeezed his eyes shut as black, sparkling ash wafted from between his fingers.

He screamed, staggered, and fell to the ground without paying attention.

The vampire curled up, and the heart-piercing screams made other people on the dance floor back away, looking at Travis Toledo in horror.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! !

His eyes were melted by the sun!

The werewolf beauty who had danced face to face with Travis Toledo before was dazed, and quickly explained to the people around her: "It's not me! This has nothing to do with me!"

While dancing, and being aroused by Travis Toledo's skillful skills, she just wanted to find a box to overwhelm him.As a result, Travis Toledo's howling frightened her of any sexual interest.

Now she urgently needs to get rid of the suspicion on her body.

Because in everyone's eyes, at the first moment of the incident, she who was dancing with Travis Toledo was very suspicious.Moreover, even though the atmosphere between them is so hot that they can have sex in a room, their races are opposite.

Werewolves and vampires, blood feud.

Although we are about to enter the 21st century, if there is no family feud, what matters is whether it is pleasing to the eye or not.Those who can have fun in the midnight bar will basically put down the hatred between races in this bar temporarily.

"Wow." Raffaele turned his head lightly at Travis Toledo's painful screams, shrugged his shoulders at Father Midnight with a pale face, and said, "It seems that you The place is not as advertised."

"You..." Father Midnight gritted his teeth and looked at Raffaele, what is the origin of this kid!He had reason to suspect that the miserable state of this vampire was thanks to him.

Raffaele stretched out a finger and shook it lightly, only to hear a ripping sound, and Veronica Sepa, which Papa Midnight had just traded with John Constantine, was torn in two.

Rafael blinked his eyes and said innocently: "It's really fragile. I thought the legendary holy relic of Christ could be so powerful. It seems... tsk tsk." Raphael clapped his hands and said: " Alright, I will come again in sixty days, so, see you?"

"Do you think you can still go!"

Father Midnight was really blown up this time.

Ruining his box, hurting his guests, and tearing up the sacred object he just bought, such an attitude is simply stomping his face on the ground!

Even if the magic power he showed just now is strong and sharp, so what!

He couldn't believe it, he still couldn't kill such a bastard wizard who came out of nowhere.

He glared at Raffaele angrily, and everything in the box vibrated wildly.

On his face, dark red blood vessels burst out one by one, and black magic power surged on his body, like a volcano waiting to erupt.He raised his hand, and an M1873 lever rifle that had obviously been transformed by witchcraft appeared in his hand.

The long and narrow muzzle pointed directly at Raffaele.

"Midnight——" Rafael's voice suddenly rose, and there was indescribable majesty and coldness in his voice.He lifted his chin slightly, and looked down at Father Midnight condescendingly, but the next moment, his voice became softer, with a faint smile in his voice, as if he was unwilling to lose his temper after watching someone belittled Like a child, he said slowly, "Sir?"

Father Midnight's face was tense, and his index finger was hooked on the trigger.

Raffaele laughed slowly, and said: "After seeing the guests in your bar, I've been wanting to ask you a question: Are you determined to stand on the side of humans in the neutrality you have always claimed, or... Heaven and hell, you can’t blame both sides? And..." Raphaele's voice became soft, and he said slowly: "In the end, your bar is only open to the dark race, right? The light has never been just lazy It's just a calculation."

Look at the composition of the bar patrons, either vampires or half-breed demons.Even if there are angels, oh, they are just birdmen with a pair of black wings.

Midnight Bar welcomes any friendly guests who pass the bar test, but those who buy it are mostly those dark creatures, and there are some wizards like Father Midnight who do not reject the darkness, and are even willing to bow down to the darkness, as well as some unscrupulous exorcists. devil.

For races with light attributes, if you enter a bar, you will probably be disgusted by the smell inside.

Father Midnight clenched his teeth tightly, and after a while, he slowly put down his rifle and said word by word: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Raffaele tilted his head, "tsk", and said, "It's just an ordinary wizard who was forgotten by time. Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet."

Raffaele nodded slightly, and said politely: "My name is Raffaele Stuart, Mister Midnight."

Stuart?

The soul he was looking for was also named Stuart.

Raffaele twitched the corner of his lips, he raised a finger, and said, "Since this transaction is only a deposit, I won't buy you a drink. Sixty days later, when I get satisfactory information, I will go back to you." Please have a drink."

"See you next time, Mr. Midnight."

After finishing speaking, Raphaele teleported and disappeared directly in front of Father Midnight.

Father Midnight stared fixedly at the place where Raffaele disappeared, his face turning green and pale.A moment later, he slammed his fist on the desk, smashing the only intact desk in the box to pieces.

Just bought from John Constantine, and now it has become a waste Veronica Sepa fell to the ground, as well as the valuable dragon tooth blade.

Apart from anger, there was still a tinge of joy in his heart.

Being able to use space magic in the bar where he has set up many formations has not damaged those formations at all, no matter the level of power or the use of power, he is already better than him.

Now, Papa Midnight's speculation about the identity of that Raffaele Stuart tends to be an old immortal who has escaped time and death.

It's just that if you understand it, you understand it, he hasn't suffered such a loss for many years.

This breath made his eyes bloodshot.

"Damn it!" Father Midnight gritted his teeth, the dark magic power surging in the box frightened the subordinates who wanted to report the accident on the dance floor to be silent.He shrank his neck and wanted to retreat, but the accident that happened in the bar at this moment was really beyond his ability to deal with as a small person.

The unlucky guy whose eyes were inexplicably destroyed, and who obviously couldn't recover in a short time even with fresh human blood, was an earl from the Toledo family, one of the thirteen blood clans. Needless to say, dark talent.Moreover, the father who transformed him back then was the prince of the Toledo family, and the backstage was tough.

In their bar, my eyes were burned suddenly, and I can't justify it without giving some explanation.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy the first protagonist who smashed the bar#

Raffaele: Oh my god, old papers don't get angry, and when they get angry, they even scare themselves! ! !Box, smashed!That under-pumped vampire has burnt eyes!What holy relic, tear it up! !

Midnight Papa: I'm fighting with you (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

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Congratulations to Raffaele for winning the first prize and smashing Papa Midnight's bar first, although it is only his own office ==

I have always thought that Father Midnight claims to be neutral, but in fact, he is biased towards darkness →_→General light races, whoever visits his bar will be angry at a glance hhh is Gabriel, who does not reject darkness.

Papa Midnight is also very strong in movies and TV shows. Except for the disadvantages he suffered from Constantine, basically no one makes him feel uncomfortable_(:з」∠)_ It’s a pity that in recent years, the number of people who come to the door is more than one It’s not easy to mess with, and there’s nothing Dad can do about it^_^