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Chapter 360 Why is it you again? (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
Although Protestantism is the mainstream religion in the UK, the government did not let things take their own course. Instead, it established the Anglican Church to compete with the Roman Catholic Church.

Over time, there is no difference between the two, and both have changed from religions to parts of the political machine.

After God no longer wanted to care about his own beloved sons and ran away, the entire multiverse could no longer directly call on God for miracles. The Holy Spirit in heaven only acted according to the disciplines set by God and no longer paid attention to the religions of the human world.

Nevertheless, for thousands of years, both Catholicism and Protestantism have retained methods and connections to deal with the forces of the occult.

Constantine, who didn't make any money from the Justice League, flew straight to London after receiving the news and rushed into his old friend without any hesitation.

"Hey, Old York, did those damned princesses take too much again? Did they hold some mysterious ceremony during the revelry?"

Constantine kicked open the door of the church and shouted at the top of his voice, as if he was afraid that others didn't know about this.

But there was no one in the church, only a gray-haired priest praying facing the cross where Jesus was crucified.

Hearing Constantine's voice, he immediately stood up and turned to look at this "friend", gritting his teeth and saying, "If I had known you were coming, I would have canceled today's mass. You should save some energy to deal with the next demon, and stop thinking about how to cheat us out of our money."

Constantine lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said with a smile: "I am not just trying to cheat you out of your money, but also to make the old guy in your Buckingham Palace die sooner."

Constantine played rock music when he was young. A major characteristic of this group is that they are anti-authority. They look down on the royal family headed by the Queen, and they dislike the prime ministers even more.

Although Constantine has now withdrawn from the festival, his sarcastic personality has not changed at all, but has become even more unscrupulous.

Even if he wanted to earn money from the royal family, he would not give them any face at all.

So the priest who held a high position in the Anglican Church had no reaction to Constantine's words, because he was one of the ones who advocated that the Queen should go away.

However, such worldly matters have nothing to do with today’s demonic events.

Father York took Constantine to his office and said cautiously: "The cause of this incident is that a princess in the royal family suddenly went crazy and insisted on marrying an ordinary young man."

Constantine had no reaction to this. He pouted and said, "What's so surprising about this? Young people always think that love is the best means of resistance. If she wants to marry, then let her marry. As long as the royal family cuts off her source of money, the two of them will definitely break up in no time."

"Or do you care about chastity?"

Facing Constantine's mocking gaze, Father York's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "The problem is that the princess wants to marry a black man!"

"That's it!"

Constantine has no racial discrimination. According to secular morality, even black people are a hundred times better than a scum like him.

As we all know, racial equality in European and American countries is just a slogan. Rich people are naturally racially equal, but what about poor people?
Although the British royal family will not publicize this openly, they will never allow their princess to marry a black person.

"We now seriously suspect that the princess is possessed by a demon and wants to destroy the reputation of the royal family in this way to achieve some purpose."

Father York spoke confidently, as if the final outcome had already been determined.

"It is inconvenient for us and the royal family to come forward, so we asked you to perform the exorcism. As long as you can maintain the reputation of the royal family and prevent this matter from spreading, you can use any means."

Constantine had many questions to ask, such as why they were so sure that the person possessed by the devil was a conflict, and how did this happen...

But Constantine looked at Father York's cold old face and instantly understood the hidden meaning of his words.

As long as this matter is not leaked, they don't even care what happens to the princess, even if she dies.

Thinking of this, Constantine instantly lost interest and said loudly, "It's okay for me to do this, but I want to double the commission."

"You're going to double the 20 yuan commission."

Father York's face broke instantly, and he looked at Kangfu Tanding with gritted teeth, as if he was the murderer of his father.

Constantine slowly blew out a smoke ring: "You bastards know how much you made from this. If you think this price is too high, you can find other wizards to exorcise the demon.

But I remind you that the couple in love will not have the patience to argue with you like I do. "

"Asshole, scumbag!"

Father York cursed harshly, but still agreed to his offer.

"Don't worry, I'm an honest businessman. I will definitely do what I promised. Just wait and see!"

Constantine didn't care about the other party's insults. He looked at the numbers that had already arrived in the account, and his mouth instantly opened into a grin, as bright as a flower.

"Where is the princess now?"

If you take the money, you have to do the job. Although Constantine hates these people, he doesn't plan to run away.

"Those two lunatics actually wanted to get the Lord's blessing. We notified all the churches in London and directed them to go to one place."

Father York pointed out the location of the church, which was very close to Buckingham Palace.

After determining the direction, Constantine left the church directly without asking the priest for more information.

He was very clear about the level of these guys. They could identify demons with the help of holy water and other things. It was a fantasy to expect them to provide more information.

The sky is blue at this moment, a rare sunny day in the UK.

Constantine estimated that people who went to the church at this time would definitely prepare a ceremony to confuse ordinary people in order to cover up the secret.

As he walked, he calculated the materials needed for the venue for the ceremony, when he suddenly felt something hit the back of his head and quickly turned around.

"why is it you again?"

When Constantine saw Martin riding the iron warhorse, the hairs on his body stood up instantly, and an electric current ran through his body. He was ready to escape from this place.

"I advise you not to think about running away, lest something unpleasant happen between us and hurt you."

Martin reminded lightly.

Constantine realized the gap between them and quickly stopped his actions. He cursed his bad luck in his heart and turned to face Martin.

"Why are you, a busy man, not worrying about the Justice League's affairs, but coming to find a scumbag like me?"

In order to get rid of Martin as soon as possible, Constantine even called himself a scumbag, and hoped that he would be even smaller than that in Martin's eyes.

Martin shook his head slightly and sighed, "I don't want to bother you either, but who told you that you have something I want? I mean, did you get a sandbag magic weapon before?"

Constantine didn't react at first, because he handled so many magical instruments. After all, one of his daily jobs was to collect those magical props that were accidentally touched by ordinary people.

If Martin hadn't reminded him, he would never have thought that he had ever handled such a magical weapon.

"How do you know?" Constantine folded his hands over his chest and looked at Martin warily, like a little girl threatened by a weird uncle.

"Don't worry, that magic weapon is not mine."

Hearing Martin say this, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't have anything to do with this evil star in front of him, he could still control the situation.

"That sandbag is a lost item of Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams. It contains his power..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Constantine didn't wait for Martin to finish speaking before he yelled and went crazy.

He didn't want to have anything to do with the Endless Family. That family was different from angels and demons, and they would not tolerate someone like Constantine.

The last time in Gotham, he saw Death and was so scared that he thought all his past actions had erupted and Death was coming to judge him.

But he never expected that he had not yet escaped the influence of death and would have to face the master of dreams the next day.

“I’m asking you all!”

Constantine looked at Martin viciously, spat and said, "It's all your fault, you evil star. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing."

Martin laughed, but he was so angry that he laughed.

He pointed at Constantine's nose and cursed directly: "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? With your character, do you really need me to frame you?"

Although Constantine appears cynical, he actually has a strong self-destructive tendency hidden deep in his heart.

He doesn't care about the world, and certainly doesn't care about his own life, so he is always looking for excitement, the kind that he can't grasp at all.

Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but this bastard is not only smart, but also lucky, so the consequences of his actions are often shared by those close to him.

This is the real reason why the people around Constantine always have a miserable end. It is not because of some illusory fate, but because of Constantine’s own unconscious choice.

The reason why Zatanna can be Constantine's friend safely is not because of her luck, but because of her strong ability, which can deal with the consequences of Constantine's reckless behavior.

"Let me tell you, the Lord of Dreams has been imprisoned by a mortal for nearly a century. The entire dream world is now in ruins, and even humans have been affected."

"If you don't want to get involved, find out the whereabouts of the sandbag and hand it over to me."

"No problem, I'll go find it now."

Martin hadn't finished speaking yet, but Constantine knew full well that he didn't want to hear a single word.

"and many more!"

Martin saw through Constantine's trick but did not expose it.

This bastard wants to rot on his own, so what does it have to do with him?

Constantine is neither a young man of seventeen or eighteen, nor a middle-aged man with responsibilities.

It was his own choice to get to where he is today. He cannot blame others, and the law has no obligation to change his life choices.

"What about the princess who is possessed by a demon?"

Constantine looked at Martin strangely: "I didn't know you were a royal eater?"

Martin snorted and said, "Everyone living in that palace is dead, and they don't deserve any mercy from me. I'm just worried that if this matter continues to ferment, they might make another big move to cover up the royal scandal and implicate innocent people."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

Constantine looked aggrieved, as if Martin had forced him to do something unspeakable.

Martin remained unmoved, his face as cold as ever: "I want you to remember the whereabouts of the sandbag while exorcising the demon. If the human brain is not enough, then use magic. You must solve these two problems at the same time according to my standards."

"You are such a bastard tyrant, even those bastards in hell are compared to you..."

Choking!

Constantine's curse was interrupted by the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

Martin grabbed the Nilin sword that popped out from Hoofying's back and placed it on Constantine's neck, forcing the scoundrel to shut up.

As his identity changed, Martin's weapons also changed again and again. He hasn't used the Ni Lin twin swords for a long time, but I have identified that there is no sense of strangeness.

He looked at Constantine with a strange light in his dark eyes: "You don't have to think that I am making things difficult for you. It was you who accepted the 40 pounds from the Anglican Church, not me, and it was you who threw away the sandbags.

My request may be a bit high, but I don’t think it’s excessive.”

With the sharp blade against his neck, Constantine said seriously, "Is it too much? Not at all. This is simply a test given to me by God to transform me."

"Stop talking nonsense here."

Martin was not fooled by Constantine's sweet talk. He took back the sword and warned, "As long as these two things are resolved, we will go our separate ways. Whatever you do has nothing to do with me."

“Fair and reasonable!”

Constantine is now willing to pay any price to get rid of Martin, the evil star, away from him.

He had been to hell before, but he felt that the young man in front of him was more difficult to deal with than the kings of hell.

Those guys who are the first to fall are clamoring to counterattack heaven. They want to see when he will come back one day, but they themselves don’t know.

Over time, those kings became ambiguous about everything, whether they could do it or not.

The fact that Constantine had tricked them certainly made the demons angry, but the degree of anger was not deep enough, so it was just average.

To put it bluntly, they don't know what they want at all and everything they do is just to kill time.

But Martin is completely different. He seems to change every day, but what he wants has never changed.

A fun-loving person like Constantine simply cannot bear such a serious attitude, and is even afraid of seeing his own shadow in the other person.

"Let's go now!"

Martin transformed Hoof Shadow into a motorcycle form. The shooter threw Constantine into the back seat, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed directly to the church where the wedding was about to be held.

(End of this chapter)