Kapitel 2223: Chapter 1505 C: Twilight Grand Event (Eleven)_1

"Midnight, you must help us this time." Jim placed his hands on the counter, staring into the eyes of the black man and said, "You know how urgent the situation is right now! The Blood Clan has grand ambitions this time. Blood Queen Mary and her descendants are rampaging through London. If it weren't for the Magic realm collapsing, I wouldn't have come to you."

"Enough, I have no interest in getting involved in these matters." Midnight shrugged and said: "Anyway, my strength is still here, if they dare come, they will only meet their deaths. As for the Magic realm, it can only be said that they brought it upon themselves. Why should I save them?"

"But the ordinary people of London..."

"The Blood Clan isn't foolish." Midnight put the wiped glass back on the shelf and said: "They are not likely to wage war against both of you and ordinary citizens simultaneously. They will definitely deal with the magicians while the Magic realm is collapsing, before all this happens, ordinary people are safe."

Just as Deadman Boston was about to speak, Midnight interrupted him: "Don't tell me that one day it will endanger the ordinary people of London. I am a black man who lived during the time of slave trade, and the East India Company is owned by the British Royal Family. It's time these slave master lords paid for what they've done."

The room lapsed into silence. They knew Midnight was a white racist, and indeed a victim of the slave trade. He was born in the Caribbean region in the 18th century, and his ancestors were black slaves sold to that region by the Spaniards.

Jim had heard Constantine talk about Midnight's upbringing before. The condition of life for black people at that time does not need to be stated. Living in constant fear, they could only hope to survive. Luckily, Midnight mastered many voodoo arts from his hometown. He was clever and good at dealing with things, making his life better than most blacks in his place.

But one day, a black man sought out Midnight, mysteriously requesting him to prepare a non-toxic poison powder. When Midnight asked him what it was for, he said he wished to poison his white slave masters, that he wanted to challenge the city rulers who kept tormenting them.

The rebellious black men faced a tragic death as expected, but the man who sought Midnight's help survived. He rounded up his companions and intruded into Midnight's house, forced him to cut off his sister's head, and told him, as long as white rulers exist on this land, all peaceful life was an illusion, and that only personal suffering can make the oppressed understand the true meaning of rebellion.

Afterward, Midnight became a bit mad, continuously chanting mysterious curses at his sister's skull, with everyone around believing him to be driven insane.

Later, he became more and more extreme, using the power of the evil gods from the Caribbean to inspire more black people to rebel, constantly igniting riots and encouraging kinfolk to die under riot control guns, and the slaves who experienced large scale slaughter finally understood the so-called personal suffering.

Then the Civil War broke out, but Midnight, who gained immortality through a pact, did not play a significant role in the war. By the 80s, he settled down in Metropolis and opened a bar there, which is where they were currently, the Midnight Godfather.

Midnight is the name of the bar, not Midnight's name. Since this bar later became an important gathering place for the American Magic realm, and Midnight would make anyone who dared to disrespect the rules here pay the price, people began to respectfully address him as Midnight Godfather, or Midnight Daddy.

No one knew where the mysterious and powerful voodoo power of Midnight came from, but the several times of turbulence in the American Magical World could not affect here at all. So when Jim thought of seeking allies, Midnight was the first one he thought of.

Jim leaned his hands on the table, leaning forward to look into Midnight's eyes and said, "You know you can't avoid this forever. If London falls, followed by England and Europe, the war will eventually spread to America."

"Are you threatening me?" Midnight narrowed his eyes and said.

Deadman Boston quickly pulled Jim aside. He took a deep breath, looked at Midnight calmly, and said, "You should understand, there's no difference between humans being oppressed and enslaved by vampires, and you and your people being bullied by white slave owners. Do you wish for your people to return to those gloomy days?"

Midnight's fists tightened in an instant, but soon relaxed. Looking at the Deadman, he said, "You are a smart man, but I am powerless to help."

After saying this, he walked to the back door behind the counter, glancing left and right, then he opened the door for them. Suddenly, a strong stench of blood drifted in.

"This is my previous bartender, Gide. While I was upstairs fetching something, he was murdered. Although I didn't see the killer, judging from the wound in his chest, it should have been those flying rodents."

"I couldn't possibly leave with you guys to London because once I leave, the Midnight Godfather bar would fall, and the American Magic realm will suffer the consequences."

Bennett stepped down from the chair next to the bar. He glanced towards Midnight: "Can I have look at the corpse?"

Midnight stepped aside, letting Bennett through. After inspecting the wound on the corpse's chest, Bennett stated, "Indeed it's the work of vampires. This is the mark of a Blood Magic Claw. It could be the work of Blood Queen Mary's descendants... Have they already made their way to Metropolis?"

"However..." Midnight, leaning against the wall by the door, changed the topic, "As a bar owner, I hear a lot of things. Did you guys hear about the variety show Bruce Wayne held to find a black diamond?"

Boston and Jim glanced at each other and nodded. Midnight walked back behind the counter and sat down, saying, "That rich man isn't doing this for love. Some of my customers have been in contact with black diamonds before. They are extremely powerful."

"Some people say the black diamond is a fragment, and if you can collect all the fragments and restore the original gem, you can wield an utterly destructive power. Many in the American Magic realm who have lost their demonic pacts in order to regain power have already joined the search for the black diamond."

"You want us to search for the black diamond?" Jim asked, frowning.

"Of course not, you can't run around aimlessly like a headless fly, or London will be truly doomed." Midnight leaned on the counter, staring into Jim's eyes, "The Blood Clan don't want trouble with ordinary people, they fear modern weaponry could cause them mass destruction."

"Therefore, you should do the opposite and pull ordinary people into the mix. The murkier the waters, the better. Think about it, in such a chaotic situation, how could those bloodthirsty monsters resist the urge to snap the necks of ordinary people appearing in front of them?"

"You mean...."

"Forge a batch of black diamonds, find a few people you trust to carry them, then release the news from the Forgotten Bar. Just say these people have found the targets, and trick those unfortunate magic users who are longing for power, as well as ordinary people who want to get rich, and the media following them."

"Ordinary people don't know the dangers involved. They just want to get more black diamonds and exchange them for money at Wayne's. All you need to do is let the bait stir them up, running around every dark corner of London."

"If vampires want to operate in such a situation, they will inevitably be caught by ordinary people's cameras. Once panic ensues, the British government will inevitably take action. If vampires don't want to face both the desperate resistance of mages and the firepower of ordinary people, they will have to sit down and negotiate."

Jim's expression became serious. Midnight, as if guessing what he was thinking, said, "Yes, some ordinary people will get hurt. That's the purpose of my suggestion. I've said, the descendants of the slave owners must shed blood."

After leaving the Midnight Daddy Bar, Jim sighed, "Midnight is indeed amazing, but he is also a real racist. His method may be effective, but we can't completely see the problem from his point of view. We should protect as many ordinary people as possible."

"The primary task now is to find more allies. With more people, perhaps implementing this plan won't be so dangerous. Let's go, make a trip to Maya."

After several people left, Midnight sat at the bar for a while, then pushed the back door open and dragged the body of barman Gide to a tree in the backyard, looking up at the second floor."

He stood there quietly for a while, then slowly climbed up the stairs. The door of the upstairs guest room was open, and the strong smell of blood came out. A figure was leaning against the bed, clutching his abdomen."

It was the pallid Constantine."

"Again, you've got me, old buddy, cough, cough," Constantine managed a weak, pained smile."

Midnight went to the bedside, opened the first aid kit he had just brought, and began to bandage Constantine, saying, "The pursuers you brought killed my apprentice, you owe me one more time."

"How is that damned rat doing?"

"I turned it into ashes with a blaze."

"The good old days."

While bandaging the wound on Constantine's waist, Midnight said, "I really hate collaborating with a second-rate mage like you, but I'm afraid this time we have to join forces. Those damned rats have invaded my turf, killed my people, and threatened me. I'll make sure they wish they were dead."

"Well, wait until I'm healed first. Don't give me your fucking voodoo powder. It smells too bad. Give me a cigarette, that's my best painkiller."

Midnight didn't say anything. He just got up and before leaving the room, he said, "Stay here, I'll be back soon."

Constantine watched Midnight's retreating back as he walked out the door, his eyes narrowing slightly. A glimmer of light, hard to detect, flashed in his eyes.

After leaving the room, Midnight went to the basement of the Midnight Daddy Bar, which was set up as a mysterious ritual place. Various ceremonial items were housed in the surrounding cabinets, while a huge Array was at his feet.rIn the middle of the room was a large gray statue dressed in imposing armor with a pair of giant wings. Midnight knelt down under the statue, his hands clasped together reciting spells."

"Great Lord, have you summoned me?"

The voice that came from the statue was that of Azazel.

"Lord Satan commands you to look for the whereabouts of the angel Gabriel immediately. Report any clues to me through prayer!"

"As you wish, master, I will set out immediately."

"Good...Oh, by the way, your sister's birthday is in a few days. I won't be able to celebrate with her, but she shouldn't spend it alone. You should come over to soothe her."

"Thank you for your kindness, the ever-great master, your devoted follower will offer you everything you want, hell is eternal, glory to Azazel."

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