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Chapter 387 Medieval Witchcraft
Chapter 387 Medieval Witchcraft
Connors was quite accommodating to Zatanna's plea:
"Don't worry, you're my good friend, and I've long admired Black Canary. I'll definitely help you with this."
Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief, and Black Canary pressed herself against the table, stretching her arm toward Connors.
Connors glanced at the deep, snow-white cleavage of the black canary, caused by its being placed on the table and pressed against an arm, and said:
"The solution to this blood curse is simple, and the only one: find the person who cast the curse and physically destroy them."
"I see. Then I'll set off immediately." Black Canary said, turning to leave.
But this time Zatanna stopped her, signaling her not to rush:
"Connors, can you tell me about the Blood Curse?"
With Connors, who is capable of solving problems, around, nothing unexpected will happen to Black Canary, so Zatanna is no longer in a hurry.
"Blood curses are an ancient and powerful method of self-protection, a technique often used by ancient sorcerers," Connors said.
He deciphered the witch Morgan le Fay's magic, but he couldn't absorb her memories along with it; Connors didn't have that ability.
He is now only explaining it through the magic of the Blood Curse itself:
"Some powerful medieval wizards could use blood curses to transfer their souls into the body of another host in order to ensure that they could live longer."
"That sounds incredibly sinister," Black Canary commented.
Zatanna nodded in agreement; this kind of thing, which sounded almost like black magic, was indeed something she lacked.
She may not have to learn it, but it's still necessary to understand it if she encounters it.
"What effect will this have on the host?" Zatanna asked.
"A wizard typically has several young people cast blood curses at the same time to prevent accidents from happening during his possession of other people's souls," Connors said. "And the wizard himself can connect these people through blood curses and transfer his soul at will."
"The guy you're talking about may look like a modern person, but the soul inside his body has probably lived for centuries. He's a true antique," Connors said to Black Canary.
"It's her, not him," Black Canary corrected.
"It doesn't matter. Wizards hardly care about gender when they cast blood curses, because they can transfer from one body to another whenever they want, provided they cast the blood curse," Connors said.
Zatanna looked at Connors with sparkling eyes, like a curious child.
Her appearance reminded Connors of when he first met Zatanna.
At that time, Zatanna was a fledgling stage magician, searching for her father by performing magic tricks in various cities.
When Connors took Zatanna to Paradise Island to participate in the battle between Lady Diana and the dark sorcerer Faust, Zatanna looked like a curious child, finding every kind of magic new and exciting.
"If that's the case, then wizards can live on this method indefinitely?" Black Canary asked Connors.
She clearly noticed that Connors's gaze towards Zatanna was a bit off; it was obviously full of doting affection.
"That's the theory," Connors said.
"Zatanna, when I was on the mission, the other girls who were also undercover agents said that the mastermind was particularly obsessed with things like candle rituals and chicken blood," Black Canary said.
"Either this wizard is too weak and keeps trying to become stronger, or his power is beyond imagination and the rituals he performs are the kind that destroy the world," Zatanna analyzed.
"I prefer the first one," Connors said.
"Whichever it is, fortunately, Dina didn't use her real name at the time, which means that the wizard's control over Dina wasn't that strong, at least not yet," Zatanna said.
Connors felt it necessary to learn about the wizards beforehand in order to decide whether to take action himself or let Zatanna use him as a practice subject.
"However, the problem still needs to be solved. When you went to carry out the mission, in what capacity did that wizard contact you?"
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"He was the superior in charge of that undercover operation," Black Canary said. "Did he do anything unusual afterward?" Connors asked.
"No." Black Canary shook her head. "But besides me, there are two other girls who have also been cursed with blood. We have to go and save them."
"It's also about saving you," Zatanna said.
"If I'm not mistaken, that wizard should still be in Las Vegas. Her current name is Tina," Black Canary said.
“We need to get there as quickly as possible, but we can’t let Tina know we’re coming, lest she get away,” Connors said. “And I’m not going to do it myself; Zatanna should be able to handle her.”
"We can't let her find out—so we can't use magic or flying—how about a road trip?" Zatanna suggested.
"Then I need to change my clothes," said the Black Canary. "My current outfit is too eye-catching; I need to change my look."
Now that there was no reason for them to stay in the bar any longer, the three of them got up and headed for the door.
Standing at the door, the three people looked at each other:
"It's supposed to be a road trip, but who has a car?"
Connors usually flies, Zatanna uses teleportation, and Black Canary rides a motorcycle; none of the three have a means of transportation available.
"Don't rush," Connors pulled a Kusama figure from his pocket, "Batman, I need a car."
The black canary stared blankly as Connors spoke to a straw doll. If it weren't for Zatanna's nonchalant demeanor, she might have thought Connors was a madman.
She knew of Connors's reputation, but she didn't know much about his abilities.
Lord Bat was currently hosting a banquet with Lord Superman, Supergirl Kara, and others—a welcome party for Supergirl—when he suddenly noticed movement from the "Kusama Man" he was carrying. He also heard Connors asking for a car. Lord Bat wondered:
What kind do you want?
Upon hearing Batman speak, the others who were having a great time at the banquet immediately looked over, and when they saw the iconic "Kusama Man," they all tacitly shut their mouths.
"A car that can seat three people will be fine," Connors said.
"I have a sidecar motorcycle—"
"No, I want a car," Connors quickly interrupted.
"Just the car? Nothing else? A thousand roses, a diamond ring, or something like that?" Batman joked, a rare occurrence for him.
"I'll contact you if I need to." Connors put Kusama back into his pocket.
Less than ten minutes later, the roar of an engine came from the end of the street, and a burgundy hardtop sports car screeched to a halt in front of Connors.
It was Alfred, the butler, who personally drove the car here.
"Young Master Connors, it's been a long time," Alfred greeted with a smile.
Connors and the old man had a good relationship. Whenever he frequently visited Wayne Manor, the old butler would prepare all sorts of food and drinks for him. "It's really kind of you to bring these personally. Thank you for your trouble."
Alfred shook his head repeatedly, personally opened the car door to invite Connors, Zatanna, and Black Canary into the car, and then walked towards a tall building by the roadside.
Connors looked at it strangely and asked:
"Alfred, aren't you going back?"
The butler pointed to the ceiling:
"Batwing is on its way."
"6".
Without further ado, Connors sped off toward Zatanna's residence, following her directions.
Zatanna is a magician who tours major cities, so her image doesn't need to be changed, but Black Canary needs a makeover.