Chapter 2570: Rustling Down (65)

Constantine, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was studying magic arrays in his office. Various books were scattered all over the floor, the open space of the office was also drawn messily, and the surroundings were piled up with various material products, and the walls were also filled with jars containing strange biological products.

When Shiler and Sivana entered, Constantine didn't even lift his head and said, "If you have anything, go find Professor Zatara. I don't have time."

"Is your leg any better?" Shiler asked.

Constantine was startled and turned around, sitting directly on the floor. Seeing it was Shiler, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, and patted the hem of his mage robe, saying, "Why did you come here? No class recently?"

"Most students are moving dorms, and too many are asking for leave," Shiler said. "So I just took a few days off."

Constantine nodded and said nothing, putting the magic array runes he had just bumped into a mess back into their original positions.

"How many days haven't you slept?" Shiler asked.

"About two days," Constantine yawned and said. "I have to finish this part quickly; I can't drag it on anymore."

Shiler turned his head and saw Constantine's notes on the desk. Shiler picked up the notebook and took a look, finding it was a record of rune conversion.

The entire rune system of the magical world had been reconstructed. Many magic arrays researched by Constantine that were reconstructed by Bruce couldn't be used and had to be converted to be effective. He had been busy with this all along.

Shiler saw the small wooden stick Constantine had thrown aside and said, "Why did you get this too?"

Constantine was stunned, then looked at Shiler. Shiler was also stunned. Only then did he remember that Constantine couldn't use magic now. If he didn't use a wand, what else could he use?

The wands researched by DC were different from those in Marvel. Wands in Marvel were equivalent to pre-made dishes, used for little mages who couldn't cook at all. Wands in DC were just the opposite, equivalent to lithium batteries, capable of storing energy, used to recharge great mages who were short of energy.

Therefore, wands here had strict usage restrictions and basically only circulated within Bruce's circle of acquaintances. The power in the wand was actually wool plucked from Barbatos, and Bruce had the highest control authority over this.

It was actually equivalent to Bruce lending money to this group of mages. It didn't need to be repaid, nor did it need any price, but the premise was that they had to use this power for the right path, such as doing academic research or carrying out teaching work.

Constantine was now using this kind of power.

Constantine stared at Shiler, and the expression on his face was "You actually have the nerve to ask me why I use this."

Shiler didn't stay on this topic for too long. He pointed his finger at Sivana and said, "Let me introduce you: the new principal of the Gotham Magic Academy."

"Not yet the new principal," Sivana said modestly. "I heard you are a mage?"

Constantine muttered a few words in a low voice, then said, "I was before, but I'm not now."

"Do you know the Rock of Eternity?" Shiler asked.

Constantine nodded almost without thinking, then asked somewhat suspiciously, "Why are you asking about that place? It's unlucky."

"Unlucky? How is it unlucky?"

"Of course, that Shazam is too annoying. Oh, I forgot, he is also a great mage and is in the same group as those people, so probably only I think he is annoying."

"How so?" Shiler pulled over a chair and sat down. Sivana simply sat on the floor, and both looked at Constantine.

Constantine didn't understand why they were so interested in this, so his gaze kept sweeping back and forth between the two. Sivana sighed and briefly told him about his past experiences.

After listening, Constantine snorted and said, "That's right, that's something that guy could do."

"You know him?"

"Who in the magical world don't I know? Or rather, who doesn't know me?"

"What kind of dealings have you two had?"

Constantine waved his hand and said, "He wanted me to be his successor. I refused, and then that guy started spreading rumors about me in the magical world. My incompatibility with the mainstream magical world started from then."

"Tell me specifically."

Constantine recalled and said, "That must have been decades ago. I was just a greenhorn then, only seventeen or eighteen. Because of my outstanding magical talent, I came into contact with magic when I was still a child and possessed powerful power."

"But as most people said, I was a freak. I didn't join the sect of a great mage like many young mages to study, nor did I wantonly squander power and harm myself. Constantine was more interested in magic artifacts."

"To be precise, I was more concerned about the carrier of magic, such as props, magic arrays, and casting methods, etc. I wasn't particularly concerned about the power itself. But because my talent was really too good, my soul had an unusual attraction to demons, so I was already very strong at that time."

"Of course, I only knew later that this was actually a demon's gamble. I was that card table, so demons were especially fond of me."

"At that time, because no one guided me, everything was explored by myself. All kinds of materials weren't ready-made either. Constantine was like that Dora and Monkey, going out to explore every day, basically walking through magical worlds large and small, including the Rock of Eternity."

"The wizard Shazam is a long-lived being who has lived for tens of thousands of years, so he accumulated such powerful power. When Constantine went, he wasn't going for his power at all; he just wanted to find materials to build magic props, but the wizard Shazam didn't see it that way."

"He felt that this gifted kid must be a successor sent by heaven, and he kept talking about wanting Constantine to inherit his power. Constantine didn't do it, and the two parted on bad terms."

Speaking of this, Sivana couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why didn't you do it?"

"Why would I do it?" Constantine was also very puzzled. "Why would I accept his power? It's not like I don't have any myself. If I wanted to, I could get power a hundred times stronger than his in minutes. Why would I have to have his?"

"But no one thinks money is too little, right?" Sivana said.

Constantine waved his hand again and said, "You think you don't have to pay a price for taking his power? How is that possible!"

Sivana was stunned, then asked, "Do I have to pay a price? But he isn't a demon or anything."

"How do you know he isn't?" Constantine seemed a bit unable to bear Sivana's stubbornness. He said, "Why do you guess he hides in that kind of corner? Is it because he doesn't like the brilliant magic towers of the main world and the mage apprentices who revolve around him every day?"

Sivana had never thought about this angle. He said, "Isn't he practicing something there?"

"Is that what he told you? And you believe it?" Constantine said disdainfully, "I told you long ago, the essence of magic is borrowing money. Do you have to run 100 miles before you can handle a loan at a bank?"

"Then why is he there?"

"That old man is hiding from creditors there!"

Constantine recalled and said, "I've forgotten a bit who his creditor is, but since he can live for so many years, he must have borrowed quite a bit of debt. There are too many such people in the magical world."

"Although most mages in the main world are dead now, most of the dead are young people. That's right, people like Master Andrew are also considered young people. Many old immortals squat in some corner for thousands of years without coming out. No one knows if they are still alive."

"This group of people mostly made a fortune in the era when terms were loose, or picked up some cheap deals from the battles between demons and angels in the War of the Fallen. Fearing that they would be liquidated later, they found a place as remote as possible to hide."

"These people generally don't have any talent, don't have any ability, and don't have any ambition. They live their whole lives just to live longer, planning to eat their old capital, finding a place to squat for tens of thousands of years. Shazam is clearly this kind of person."

"Otherwise, why would he need to find a successor while holding so much power? Can't he come out and uphold justice himself?"

Sivana felt his filter was completely shattered.

"Then, then you could also take his power..."

"I said this requires a price," Constantine's eyes were almost rolled to the sky. He said, "What kind of finding a successor? Isn't this just money laundering? He transfers power to someone else, and then fakes his death, so the account is all cleared."

"After he resurrects later, he goes to find the unlucky guy who inherited the power and takes back most of the power, calling it 'I am your benefactor, you are in trouble, if you don't give me a million dollars, you are an ungrateful villain.'"

Sivana's mouth was almost unable to close.

"In my opinion, he didn't choose you, not because you were tempted, but purely because he saw you weren't simple enough and hard to cheat. You don't still want to treat him as a treasure, do you?"

"He invited me back then, just seeing that I also had very strong power. After he reincarnated, not only did he not lose, but he might have even made a profit. I wouldn't fall for that trick."

Constantine sighed, somewhat indignantly said.

"That guy has lived long enough. Back then, he had strong right to speak in the Great Mage Alliance. I didn't fall for it, so he said behind the backs of that group of great mages that my talent was too strong but my heart was wrong, and this son would definitely become a great disaster in the future, leading to the fact that for a long time afterward, that group of magic families and mage apprentices always caused me trouble."

Constantine said with a gloomy face, "You always say I don't fit in, and I always pit my teammates to death, but it's not like I wanted to be a marginal figure in the magical world. At least I didn't want to be then."

"Then is this mage not something that must be done?" Sivana asked.

Constantine looked at Shiler somewhat suspiciously. Shiler shook his head and said, "The principal is an ordinary person; he has no magical talent."

Constantine understood and said, "Magical talent isn't talent, but a curse. Having magical talent means demons like you very much, and you can't refuse." ===== CHAPTER 2571 =====

"So, is this magician position something that must be filled?" Sivana asked.

Constantine looked at Shiler with some confusion. Shiler shook his head and said, "The Headmaster is just an ordinary person; he has no magical talent."

Constantine understood and said, "Magical talent isn't a gift, it's a curse. Having magical talent means the devil likes you very much, and you cannot refuse."