Chapter 1176 (2/2)
Little spider knows that!
”Those people are also poor...” the little spider was a little embarrassed, but he read the above words according to the instructions of the prophet: ”and I... Er... Very rich!”
Constantine's eyes were full of blood, and his listless eyes lit up in an instant.
He straightened up, looked at the little spider solemnly and said, ”how rich...”
The little spider released himself and whispered like Batman: ”money is my super power!”
Constantine looked at the little spider dressed as an ordinary student and felt that this sentence was unconvincing, but strangely, he recognized... This is a truth. It doesn't matter whether he is rich or the people behind him are rich... No, it's important. Constantine is not a man who values money.
It's just that money is more important than his life.
”Come in!” Constantine pushed the door open. The small animals in the pet shop were awakened. Some dogs sniffed loudly. An old woman's voice came from the Attic: ”is that you? Constantine, I heard a voice downstairs...”
Constantine shouted, ”it's me, Mrs. dotty.”
”Why is it so late? But I'm much more relieved when you come back...”
Constantine took the little spider through the pet victim's cage and opened the door to the basement. The little spider looked at the attic. He missed this familiar family atmosphere, but the little spider reminded Constantine: ”you look easy to get into trouble... You shouldn't live with ordinary people.”
”People who trouble me are generally reasonable,” Constantine said. ”And I don't have the money to rent a single room house. If you give me enough money, who doesn't want to move out?”
The little spider can understand this poor helplessness.
”All animals can disturb divination magic. Although they are not powerful, they are very useful. As long as you know these, any ordinary thing can bring big trouble to your opponent,” Constantine explained.
”Does the power of the Prophet... Count?” the little spider asked suddenly.
Constantine suddenly turned back and stared at the little spider with sharp eyes: ”prophet?” with one hand, he opened the animal products hanging from the ceiling with silk thread - the dried bodies of birds and lizards, the treated heads, and some other messy things. The whole basement was in a mess like a witchcraft store, There are strange things of all civilizations everywhere.
A specimen like an octopus in a water tank, an exaggerated mask of indigenous people in Africa or the South Pacific island, and a specimen of a little orangutan with two heads.
”You mean... The prophet?” Constantine hinted.
”There are three prophets...” the little spider happily appreciated Constantine's collection and praised: ”you look very reliable. Although I am also a mage - the supreme mage, I can't do any magic, so the prophet said, let me try with you...”
”I don't teach magic,” Constantine shook his head.
”Tuition is ten million dollars...”
”But it doesn't matter to study together... This... Er? Mage?” Constantine said with his hands folded. ”Do you transfer it directly to my account or give me a check? It would be great if it were cash! I also accept valuables as collateral.”