Chapter 125 Evil Star-Lord

"You think this is justice, John?"

Peter folded his hands on his chest, frowned and said to him: "You are wrong about a very important thing, that is, John, I never said that you should be a so-called righteous person."

"Dad?"

Azu looked up at Peter.

He thought that if he said this, he would be beaten by his father.

"Dad just hopes that you don't want to become a god."

Peter looked at the somewhat uneasy Azu and said, "Do you know what the most important characteristic of God is? John."

Azu shook his head in confusion.

"The most important characteristic of gods is that they ignore the laws and rules of the human world. Because these things cannot restrain them, they can do whatever they want."

"John, will you be a god?"

Facing Peter's question, Azu shook his head and said, "No, Dad, I will not become a god."

"Yeah?"

Peter paused and continued to ask: "Imagine a situation like this. When you want to do something just and save mankind, but accidentally fail and hurt innocent people, and people accuse you one after another, what would you think? ? What will you do when someone cuts you off while you are driving and the other person gives you a finger and then walks away? "

Azu thought for a while and felt that this question was difficult to answer, and he did not have a definite answer.

"Let me tell you, John, when faced with the accusations from everyone, you will feel that these flies are simply ungrateful and even want to kill these people. When faced with the guy in another car, you will fly up to repair or even kill him."

Peter looked at him seriously, "And you think so because you don't have any restrictions. You can do whatever you want. You can be a good person or a bad person. It all depends on your thoughts, even You can be a good person most of the time, and when you get tired of it, you can have some fun by being a bad person.”

"No, Dad, I won't be that person."

Azu said firmly.

"Do you think I'm talking about you? No, this is how ordinary people behave after getting super powers."

Peter glanced at Clark, who was eavesdropping in the distance but pretending to be doing farm work.

"It doesn't matter that you think you're doing something righteous, John, because you can define justice yourself, because ordinary human definitions don't apply to you."

Peter put his hand on Azu's shoulder and said seriously: "Do you think Dad is angry because you killed two gangsters? No, Dad will not be angry because of this."

Peter shook his head and said, "Dad, I just hope you can understand one truth: don't become a god, but become a human being."

When Azu heard this, he nodded vigorously, "Dad, I understand that gods have no scruples in placing themselves above humans and using their powers at will."

Peter patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "Yes, John, and the difference between humans and gods is that their abilities will only be used for a certain belief, whether this belief is law, morality, or a sense of responsibility."

"Dad, I am not a god, I am a human being. My abilities are used to protect my family and you."

After hearing this, Azu's tone was extremely firm and his eyes were shining, "Dad, those two fake FBI members will be detrimental to you, that's why I did that."

"Hmm, I know, so dad won't punish you, but next time, remember to investigate clearly, don't hurt innocent people, and remember not to be discovered, because that will cause unnecessary trouble."

With that said, Peter rubbed Azu's hair with satisfaction.

Azu nodded heavily, feeling extremely excited because of his father's understanding.

What Dad meant when he said we need to investigate clearly is that we must not let any fish slip through the net; we must not let anyone discover it. In other words, we must kill people and destroy corpses without leaving any traces!

Azu, whose head was spinning wildly, quickly "understood" the meaning of Peter's words.

Peter didn't know Azu's strange brain circuit at this time, and his thinking was completely wrong.

After educating the other party, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not angry at Azu, a naughty boy, for killing these two gang members. After all, Azu's original intention was to protect himself.

However, I can't encourage his behavior too much, lest Azu become a bastard who does all kinds of evil.

That's why he tried to shape Azu into a "family man".

On the other side, Clark, who had overheard the conversation between Peter and Azu, was thoughtful.

Putting down the lawnmower, he reached out and looked at his palm.

The Church Fathers make a lot of sense when they say that you should become a human being rather than a god.

So why do you use your ability?

Unable to think of an answer for the time being, he exhaled and fell into trouble.

"So, it really turned into a rabbit?"

Star-Lord looked at the rabbit in Zatanna's arms in disbelief, "From a doll to a rabbit?"

"Yes."

Zatanna said with some embarrassment: "I guess it's some kind of magic from my father."

Star-Lord expressed some disbelief, "Your family's magic is incredible."

He coughed, glanced left and right, and asked softly: "Can you teach me this magic? Sister Zatanna."

Seeing that the other party seemed to have evil intentions, Zatanna asked him suspiciously: "Why do you want to learn this kind of magic?"

"If I tell you, can you keep it a secret?"

Star-Lord asked her in a low voice.

"Of course."

"Swear."

Looking at the serious look of the little brat in front of her, Zatanna felt a little funny, "I swear to keep a secret for you."

After Zatanna swore, Star-Lord came over and whispered: "I want to learn this magic and turn John into a doll."

"Turn your brother into a doll?"

Zatanna looked at Star-Lord in front of her in shock.

Do you have any deep hatred?

"I don't know such magic."

Zatanna immediately refused without hesitation.

She felt that the little fat man in front of her was much more evil than she thought.

Seeing that the first magic could not be performed, Star-Lord proposed a second magic.

"Then do you have a magic that can help me lose weight?"

Star-Lord asked expectantly.

"Do you want to lose weight?"

"Yes, it's best if you don't need to diet. You know, all the weight loss methods in the world mention eating less, but I can't do it without eating. It's too painful."

Zatanna took a deep breath and said to the whimsical Star-Lord: "Sorry, I don't understand this kind of magic."

She looked down at her figure and thought thankfully: Fortunately, her physique is not prone to obesity, and she didn't gain weight after eating so many snacks.

At noon, after lunch.

Zatanna, who had packed her luggage, came up to say goodbye to Peter reluctantly.

"Mr. Padrick, I think I have to say goodbye to you."

"Are you leaving?"

Peter asked in surprise.

"Yes, the witch queen took my father's key, and I have to go back."

"Like this."

Peter nodded, "I'll take you back."

If he asked Zatanna to go back directly, he was afraid that the other party would slide and then be arrested on the spot by the witch queen.

When Zatanna heard that Peter was going to take her back, her eyes flashed with surprise.

She didn't have much hope at first, but when she heard that Peter was going to take her there, her depressed mood immediately improved.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"

In the evening, Peter drove Zatanna home.

Looking at a villa standing in the night, Peter pushed open the car door and got out.

"Is this your home?"

"Well, I haven't been here for a long time."

Zatanna got out of the car holding the rabbit and walked towards the room nervously.

Peter stared at the villa in front of him and became interested in the legendary secret house.

The first house in the world, endless secrets.

He was very curious to see what was inside.

After following Zatanna into the room that had been uninhabited for a long time, Peter looked around.

Zatanna, who was walking in front, went straight to her father's room.

The room was locked, so she took a hairpin from her head, twisted the wire on it and reached in directly.

She learned the lock-picking technique from her father when she was eight years old.

With a "creak", Zatanna successfully opened the door using the lock-picking technique.

Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath, and with a nervous mood, she pushed forward to open the door.

She had never been to her father's workshop before.

"Huh!"

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and entered. The messy books and magic props in the room came into her eyes.

Walking to the desk, Zatanna looked at a poster on it.

The poster showed a photo of her father and mother, both of whom were dressed as magicians and smiled at the camera.

"Mom is really beautiful, Burkes."

She looked at the poster and said to herself to the rabbit in her arms: "The problem is, I don't remember her like this. I only remember her sick. She once gave me a crystal snowball with a winter castle in it."

Staring at the portrait on the poster, Zatanna fell into childhood memories.

"I used to pretend that my mother lived in a castle and pretended that she had never died."

She lowered her head and touched the rabbit in her arms.

"I'm so stupid."

Complaining about her childhood self, Zatanna picked up the top hat next to her.

"It's strange, Dad never forgets this tall hat when he goes to perform."

Putting the tall hat on her head, Zatanna wiped away the tears that appeared in the corners of her eyes.

When she was about to take off the hat, she suddenly found a few letters on the main table.

Surprised, she picked up the letter and looked at the content.

"My love:

Thank you for telling me about my daughter's recent situation.

I miss her very much, but I know that you have done your best without me.