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Chapter 408: I Wont Say Whos Having a Bad Day (1)

Chapter 408: I Wont Say Whos Having a Bad Day (1)

A British folk song played from a dimly lit bar, accompanied by the soft sound of a cassette tape being rewound. The music abruptly stopped, and the long-haired bartender placed a hand on the radio, sighing as he shook his head at the malfunctioning device.

A patron rang a bell on the bar, calling the bartender over. As he turned, he saw a blond man passed out at a nearby table. The bartender sighed again and walked over to nudge the man's shoulder. "Mr. Constantine, are you alright?"

"Why isn't the radio working?" slurred Constantine. The bartender retrieved a glass from the shelf and wiped it clean as he replied, "That old radio belonged to the owner's father. It's ancient and breaks down often."Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

Constantine didn't look up, only slowly raising a hand. In the dim light, the joints in his slender, elegant fingers were clearly visible and stood in stark contrast to his despondent demeanor.

He snapped his fingers and the radio sparked to life, the music resuming. The bartender jumped at the sight but didn't move away; Constantine was a regular, and those who frequented the bar knew he possessed a unique power.

The bartender placed the clean glass on the counter. "The usual?"

"Yes, and add some ginger juice."

"Ginger juice?" The bartender looked hesitant and said, "You mean the cold remedy? We only have alcohol here..."

"Just give me a glass."

Constantine finally sat up straight, holding his head. The dizzying effect of the medicine hadn't worn off yet, and his vision was still blurry. He saw a glass reflecting the flickering lights placed in front of him and lightly gestured with his hand. The glass was suddenly filled with ginger juice.

Once he had finished, a shadow appeared in the corner of the bar. Constantine didn't turn to look, merely shifting his body to make room for someone else.

The shadow approached - a man in black armor with a black cape and two pointed ears on his head. Constantine leaned his head against his arm and turned to him, saying, "If I were designing a uniform, I'd make sure to leave the chin exposed so I could still drink. cough cough..."

Batman picked up the glass but had already smelled the strong scent of ginger. Constantine laughed lightly when he saw Batman's expression and said, "Don't you like to drink ginger juice instead of alcohol? Don't you want to try it?"

Batman set the glass back down, and Constantine reached for the glass of actual alcohol that the bartender had just handed him. After taking a sip, he winced and shivered, feeling as if he had been frozen. "Amazing, I've never had such a cold drink anywhere other than Gotham's bars."

Constantine looked at the bartender and asked, "Do you have any secrets?"

"Gotham's cold chain is famous nowadays," the bartender replied, continuing to wipe the glasses. "Four large ice factories were built at the beginning of the year, and the quality of our ice is excellent. It's not only cold, but it doesn't melt easily."

Constantine took another sip of his drink, and Batman stared at him. Constantine shook his head and said, "I know what you want to ask - magic...magic..."

He leaned to one side, resting his head on his arm as if he were drunk. "You've been following me for days, hoping to get an answer from me. But I've already told you, kid, don't try to use magic to resurrect someone..."

Batman remained silent, continuing to stare at him. Constantine spoke again, as if he were a prophet, "I know how you and people like you are. If you don't understand the principles, you won't completely deny the possibility of something."

Instantly, the lights at Wayne Manor turned on.

A few minutes later, Batman appeared in the mansion's living room holding Aisha. She was biting his wrist guard with her sharp teeth while Batman had a stern expression. He faced Alfred, who was across from him and said, "No, I didn't drink."

The butler's gaze fell on Aisha, who couldn't understand human language very well. Suddenly, it was as if she had awakened infinite wisdom. She let go of Batman's wrist guard, jumped to the other side of the couch, and while bouncing up and down on the couch, she pointed at Batman and kept screaming.

Dick walked out of the upstairs with his eyes closed, holding onto the railing and staggering down the stairs. He was obviously very tired.

After coming down, he stretched lazily and yawned. Alfred walked over and patted his back before saying, "Go back to sleep, Master Dick. There won't be any more noise to disturb you."

Dick rubbed his eyes and shook his head before walking up to Batman and grabbing his arm. "You didn't go to those kinds of places again, did you?"

"I didn't," Batman immediately denied, but Aisha continued to raise her voice, screaming uncontrollably. Batman walked over helplessly and picked her up. Dick rubbed his eyes and said, "Aisha said you smell like alcohol. Did you go to the bar?"

Batman remained silent and looked down at Aisha, who continued to scream incomprehensibly.

Batman glanced at Aisha, then at Dick, and then at Alfred, who had been staring at him. He suspected that the three of them had some kind of secret language to communicate with. He couldn't make any sense out of Aisha's screams.

Aisha struggled to jump out of Batman's arms and ran to Alfred, pulling at his pants leg and pointing at Batman while continuing to scream.

As soon as Alfred picked her up, she stopped screaming. Alfred held Aisha and said to Batman, "Sir, although you are now the father of two children, in reality, you are not yet an adult."

"Always going to places that are not good for the physical and mental health of minors, I'm afraid it will be difficult to set a good example for the two children."

Batman wondered if it was his imagination, but he sensed a hint of killing intent in Alfred's tone. He heard the butler say, "I don't know how that scum from London, Constantine, managed to lure you, but I hope that in his remaining time, he won't further tarnish the reputation of his hometown."

"Otherwise, as his fellow countryman, I feel that it is my duty to teach him the etiquette of a gentleman."

Meanwhile, Constantine was still heavily drinking at the bar and for some reason, he felt a chilling sensation behind him. He shuddered and surveyed his surroundings but did not find any danger.

That cold feeling was constant, but its source was unknown. Constantine helplessly turned his head and suddenly saw the ginger juice he had conjured up. He picked up the glass, pinched his nose, and drank it in one gulp.

The spicy drink finally made him feel warm. He coughed twice and sneezed, breaking out in a cold sweat.

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