Chapter 118 Zatanna, the circus's chief magician

Seeing Peter staring at her, Lana felt a little embarrassed.

Realizing that he was a little rude, Peter quickly looked away, coughed and said to the other party: "When you work part-time at the bar, it's best for your Aunt Nell to be around, otherwise you will run into trouble like this."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Padric."

After Lana thanked Peter again and again, she left with the tray.

Peter watched Lana's leaving back and fell into thought.

The mark on Lana's hand was exactly the same as what she saw on Teacher Katie's body.

Teacher Katie is a descendant of the witch Elizabeth. Is Lana also one of the three descendants of witches who were burned to death?

Sitting back on the bar, he picked up the wine glass and tasted the rich beer in the glass.

Lana is Clark's dream goddess. It seems that she will have to pay more attention to her movements in the future.

If Lana would be possessed by a witch, Clark would be the one to suffer.

Padrick Farm.

"Dad, can I see the circus show?"

Star-Lord asked expectantly.

"There will be circus performances tomorrow, including clowns, various magical animal performances, and magic shows."

Star-Lord said he could see the magic show and he would go even if he didn't sleep.

"Magic show?"

Peter pretended to think seriously, "Dad thinks he can also perform it for you, such as the card counting magic he performed for you last time. What do you think? Star-Lord."

Star-Lord said with a grimace: "Dad, you performed very well, but he is a professional. I heard that he is a very magical magician who can turn pigeons into teddy bears."

"Yeah?"

Peter rubbed his chin and looked at Clark and Azu.

"Do you want to go too?"

Azu was watching TV. After hearing the question, he turned around and said, "I don't care, Dad, I will go wherever you go."

Clark thought for a while and said, "Godfather, I want to go too."

"Aren't you practicing your heat vision?"

Peter asked him: "Did you succeed in practicing?"

"Half the battle is won."

Clark said proudly, and said he wanted to show it to Peter.

At the dinner table, Clark took a deep breath and pointed at the corn wrapped in tinfoil.

As his heat gaze burned on it, the tin foil was heated and slowly expanded.

"Great, Clark, how did you do that?"

Before Clark could answer, Azu said from the side: "Dad, he can breathe fire when he thinks of Lana. This should be what you said about the heat of love that melts everything."

"Bang!"

As Azu spoke, Clark was so excited that he failed to control his strength and directly turned the roasted popcorn into exploded popcorn.

"good."

Peter pretended to be nonchalant, picked up a piece of popcorn and put it in his mouth.

"It seems that you are not very good at controlling the heat, Clark. Remember to keep your emotions stable next time."

Clark: "."

The next day, night.

After a long day of waiting for Star-Lord, the circus performance finally began.

Peter brought Star-Lord, Azu and Clark to the scene.

After the "zombie" incident, the auditorium was repaired and restored to its former glory.

When Peter and others arrived, it was already overcrowded.

Amidst the noise, several people walked towards the location they had decided in advance.

I met many acquaintances on the road, such as Nell and Lana, Officer Lane, Officer Chandler, teacher Martha MacMcConaughey and others.

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Peter walked to the reserved seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the performance to begin.

On the other side, at the circus, the girl Zatanna Zatara, who was resting backstage, was about to take a nap.

Sitting in front of the mirror, she lowered her head and fell into sleep.

"Get up!"

Her father's voice suddenly called her to get up.

She looked up suddenly and saw her father pushing open the door and walking in.

"dad?"

"You little lazy pig can't stay in bed anymore, it's already five o'clock in the morning."

Zatanna's father came over and rubbed his sleepy daughter's hair.

Zatanna, who had long black hair, said to her father in a depressed tone: "Dad, why is it so important? Why do I have to learn this? Learn to speak backwards?"

She was a little tired of having to practice talking backwards every day.

For example, when his father called him to get up just now, he said it backwards.

Every morning at five o'clock, her father would wake her up with a simple command.

Then Zatanna would obey without a second thought, like a magic spell.

As the sun rises, she will continue her training with her father.

Like getting out of a set of straitjackets, or practicing card counting.

When she practiced, her father would only give her instructions to do it backwards and ask her to repeat it again.

For example, when she picks up a lock, she can only whisper "lock open"; when she draws the trump card from the deck, she can only say "I give you the trump card."

"Dad, I don't understand."

Zatanna rubbed her eyes, exposed her upper body in pink pajamas, and asked her father, "Do I have to say it backwards?"

"You want to give up the best stage contraption since Houdini?"

Her father smiled and said jokingly to her as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No, Dad, I don't understand. I can feel the magic in the air. Right now, I can feel it surrounding me. I know I can reach out and touch it."

Although the Zatala family has been focusing on magic performances for generations.

But she knew that magic was just a cover-up. The Zatala family were all proficient in magic, and they were the real great magicians.

Zatanna asked her father incomprehensively: "Dad, I saw your eyes. I can see how scared you are. With the magic I can master now, why are you so scared, dad?"

Unexpectedly, his daughter would suddenly ask this. Zatanna's father was stunned for a moment, and then slowly stood up.

"Of course, you are right, my little zebra, as long as we want, we can strip pure magic from the surrounding air to change the laws of nature, but"

He paused and said to his daughter: "But that energy comes from somewhere, and it must go somewhere. Magicians like us, we harness and control this energy in an orderly manner. Our family uses language to control it." it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and recited the incantation "Insects, fires and fireflies transform into dolls."

As the spell was uttered, the doll on Zatanna's bed turned into fireflies and flew into the sky.

Looking at the shimmering fireflies flying in the sky, my father stretched out his hand and let the fireflies fall on his fingers.

"Other families might use artifacts, potions, or even demon blood, something powerful enough to withstand the price."

He looked at his daughter's thoughtful eyes and continued: "You know, Zatanna, magic is dangerous. The more powerful the magic, the more painful the price. We try our best to protect ourselves, but in the end we It's a mortal."

Zatanna blinked and watched the firefly turn into a doll again and land on her bed.

"Magic is always the same no matter what the method is, irony magic, spells, boiling griddles, it's just a trick, my dear, it's just a trick, it's a misdirection."

Zatanna's father said to him seriously: "Only in this way can they not see what we do."

"them?"

Zatanna asked her father in confusion: "Who are they? Dad."

She could feel that her father had been afraid of something, those terrible things lurking in the darkness, which made her father hide the existence that he did not dare to expose.

"who are they?"

Zatanna's father stared at the sun rising outside the window, "The most powerful magician in history, given many names."

"It is the abyss, it is the world of darkness, it is the great darkness, and in whispers the magicians speak of its nature."

Zatanna frowned slightly as she listened to her father's story.

She seemed to feel a whispering presence in the darkness, peering at them all.

Just when she was about to ask her father something more, suddenly the room turned dark and her father disappeared.

She wanted to stand up, but the next second she saw countless black and sticky tentacles rushing towards her.

"call!"

Zatanna, who leaned back and raised her head suddenly, suddenly woke up from her dream.

Breathing slightly, she looked at herself in the mirror, swallowed, and wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead.

The girl in the mirror is fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick black hair, a delicate and heroic face, her upper body is in a tight white dress that outlines her developed figure, and her lower body is in a black evening dress.

"Button! Button! Button!"

There was a knock on the door, and Zatanna looked away from the mirror and stood up.

"Are you okay? Zatanna."

The leader in charge of the performance saw Zatanna in a bad mental state and asked her concernedly.

"I'm fine. I just took a nap and dreamed about some things from the past. I'll be fine in a while. I can adjust."

"Very good, the performance will start soon, keep up the good performance."

After giving Zatanna a few instructions, the leader walked out of the room.

After the leader left, Zatanna took out a necklace from her evening dress.

With a click, the necklace opened, revealing the photo inside.

Looking at her father in the photo, her expression became complicated.

Since her father disappeared, she has been traveling around the world looking for traces of him.

At the same time, in order to make a living, she is active on the stage as a stage magician.

I don’t know when my wandering life will end.

After closing the necklace and looking at herself in the mirror, she turned and walked towards the stage.

The curtains in the auditorium were drawn, and the lights in the entire scene were dimmed.

"Gentlemen and ladies, we are the great circus of wonders, and next, you will see the most incredible show."

Following the impassioned words of the host, the stage curtain slowly opened.

"The first one to come on stage is our stage magician - Zatanna Fassbender!"

Hearing the magician's name, Peter suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

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