Ian looked at this buddy's stupid appearance and shook his head: "It can only be said that the Lord of Order is still merciful, and he kicked you out for the first big mistake." ”

"I don't think so!" Mr. Banana still felt aggrieved with his hands on his chest.

Ian didn't bother to explain to the stripper how dangerous the mysterious side world really was, he was neither capable nor mentally prepared to take on such a responsibility, and staying away was the best option.

He tossed the clothes he had picked up from the venue: "Put them on and take me to the last place where the Tower of Destiny was last seen." ”

Mr. Banana put on his clothes and said slowly, "That tower is not in the real world, even if I take you to that place, you won't be able to find it." ”

"Yes, you know a little bit about magic."

"Of course, I'm a man of both intelligence and body, and understanding these things is a piece of cake for me."

Ian looked at this guy who was still a child, smiled and shook his head: "Since you are so smart, you should understand one thing - if you don't want the Lord of Order to come out and explain the rules, those who covet the pass will still come to you." ”

"Didn't you promise to protect me?" Mr. Banana's smile froze on his face, and he hurried to Ian.

Ian raised his hand, gathered the air currents to block him a meter away, and said coldly: "I never made any promises to you, did you hallucinate?" ”

Mr. Banana was in a hurry, pacing back and forth, babbling, "You told me that you wouldn't cut off my head like everyone else?" ”

"yes, I never intended to kill you."

Ian spread his hands generously and winked at the guy who was clearly trying to be crooked.

"So, don't waste any more time. Hurry up and take me to the last place where the Tower of Destiny will appear, and this time I promise to give you a new identity. ”

"Really?"

"Whether it's true or not, do you have a second choice. No one but me would treat a stripper so tenderly. ”

Ian's cold voice mingled with the cold wind on the roof of the building at night, and slapped directly on Mr. Banana's face, sobering him up.

……

Griffith Park, Los Angeles.

Panting, Mr. Banana climbed up a low, bare hill and sat on the ground, never to get up again.

"Climbing a small dwarf hill 100 meters high, I gasped like this. Your muscles aren't all made with medication, right? ”

Ian pulls out the crown of thorns that Waller asked the Suicide Squad to find, feeling the magical energy around him, looking for the traces left by the Tower of Destiny.

When Mr. Banana heard this, he jumped up directly, made a strong man's movement, his muscles bulged up one by one, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "The muscles on my body are all genuine, and I have trained them little by little with talent and sweat." You can't denigrate me like that. ”

"It's useless, what are you doing when you practice?" Ian's words struck the other party's heart.

As Ian said, no matter how sought after he was, he was nothing more than a toy to sell his body for the amusement of those women.

No one cares what he thinks, as long as he can show off his muscles.

But deep down, Mr. Banana also wants to have the dignity of being a human being and to be treated as equals, otherwise he doesn't have to be awkward to be abandoned by Naboo's Helm.

"Did you find that tower, I want to go back." Mr. Banana's voice was muffled, and he sat down against a large rock, his head down and his feet kicking back and forth.

Not hearing Ian's voice reply, he looked up and saw that Ian's two palms had disappeared, and a golden light emanated from the void space.

"What are you doing, this thing isn't going to blow up, is it?" Mr. Banana turned around in horror and hid behind the rocks.

He was tempted to run straight down the hill now, but his experience as Doctor Fate had taught him that spatial distance meant nothing to true magic, so he could only hope that Ian wasn't playing with fire.

Ian heard the shout, but didn't care, he was just using the magic he had learned from Kama Taj to find the traces left by the Tower of Destiny's journey through space.

Even though the magic systems of the two worlds are very different, this technique of tracing the traces of magic can be used.

Moreover, the power of the Lord of Order is very obvious, Ian grabbed its tail that remained in the material world, followed the vine, and it didn't take much effort to come into contact with the abstract existence that symbolized the order of the universe.

The being named Nabu twitched, quickly dodging Ian's contact, and then a huge mage tower with a height of 100 meters squeezed out of the space and descended in front of Ian.

"Stranger with an immortal soul, please come in!"

An old man with a golden flame of light appeared, inviting Ian, before disappearing.

Mr. Banana, who was hiding behind the stones, saw the huge tower that suddenly appeared, and ran to Ian's side quickly, and said excitedly, "You really found this tower, and the Lord of Order has never given me such treatment." ”

Ignoring his complaints, Ian kindly advised, "If you're not going to get into magic again, then leave now and don't enter this tower." ”

Mr. Banana looked at the tower, almost piercing the clouds, his face full of hesitation and unwillingness, his fists clenched and released several times, and he couldn't make a decision.

The power of magic is so wonderful, mysterious, and so elusive that it's hard to get rid of.

Even if black magic requires a painful price that ordinary people cannot bear, Konstantin is unwilling to give up the power of magic, in addition to his difficult situation, the obsession with magic is also an important reason.

Mr. Banana is not as good as Konstantin, he is just an ordinary stripper who has been exposed to the power of Doctor Fate for the first time, and it is even more difficult to get rid of his dependence on magic.

Ian saw his hesitation and walked straight into the tower, the door closing automatically, cutting off Mr. Banana's last choice.

The space inside the tower is even larger than the outside, and there are magical light sources suspended everywhere, illuminating the ancient books, monster bodies, and various props and minerals piled up in the tower.

Inside the tower, there are stairs that hover and criss, connecting the doors, and I don't know what secrets are hidden behind the doors.

Ian has no affection or malice towards the Lord of Order, and he has no interest in giving the other party a contemporary walker anyway.

"Lord of Order, I have come to find a pass to the church. What you need, let's get straight to the point! ”

Seeing that the tower was empty, Ian shouted directly at the top of his voice.

"Immortal soul!"

The Lord of Order once again appears in the form of a projection: "Take out your proof!" ”

Ian held up the crown of thorns in his hand and shook it in front of the projection.

The Lord of Order was about to take the Crown of Thorns away, but how could Ian just let it go, and the other party didn't say anything.

"Well, the rules are simple, whoever gathers the relics of the crucifixion of Jesus—the crown of thorns, the holy nails, the cross, and the shroud—and seals them in the Tower of Destiny will be rewarded."

Ian touched his chin, "How do I feel like I've connected the toilet task." ”

"I can understand that the Lord of Order has a mission to seal dangerous magical items, but why don't you ask Doctor Fate to complete this mission?"

The Lord of Order replied directly: "A new Substitute has not yet appeared, and the rules that have been established cannot be changed. Although the previous representative was very nonsense, we cannot revoke the competition he set up. ”

"It's so rigid!"

Ian complained and said goodbye to the Lord of Order directly, not staying in the tower for a moment.

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