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Chapter 134 The Great Celebrity of the Magic World, Halle
"Helen?! Why are you here?"

Seeing the waitress who stood there dumbfounded under the stairs, Harry was extremely surprised.

Blonde hair has turned into black hair, waist-length hair trimmed into twin ponytails, and the fair face that used to look weak is now tanned to a healthy wheat color.

Instead of the puff-sleeve dress of Miss Upper East Side, it is the most common white T-shirt, washed white jeans, and blue canvas shoes.

Like a spiritual little girl.

But even with so many changes, Harley recognized her identity at a glance—her ex-girlfriend Helen Selting.

There is also a big "13" on the white T-shirt! (ps)

Can't be mistaken at all.

"You know each other?" Rebecca whispered.

The two women stood there looking at each other, and the weird atmosphere made her feel superfluous.

"Hehe, Helen and I are old friends." Harry recovered first and said with a smile.

Helen had a complicated expression, "Harry, I—"

"Serting! Where are you, where's my stout?" shouted a burly man in medieval armor.

Helen looked at the armored warrior, then turned her head to look at Harry, hesitated to speak.

"You are busy first, we will talk later." Harry said softly.

"I'll be off work in one hour." Helen said, picked up the plates and glasses, and walked back to the bar.

"Your relationship is a bit strange." Rebecca stroked her chin and looked at Harry with probing eyes.

Harry was generous, shrugged indifferently, and said, "It's just what you think, we had a good past."

"Wow, that's cool!" Rebecca whistled, and "boom" two flames rose from her shoulders again.

"I am Witchfire, Rebecca Witchfire!"

With a proud look on her face, she opened her arms and faced the bar, "I was born to belong here! Harley, welcome to the magical sanctuary of the multiverse - the Forgotten Bar."

"Okay, don't show off, I remember how naive you were before."

Harry opened his head and looked around, seeing strange landscapes and strange characters.

Some people are like the witchfire, with a flame rising above their heads, and their hair is like seaweed floating in the fire.

There is a wine glass floating in the air, pouring wine automatically, and two people chatting and laughing freely on the table.

There were demons sitting in corners playing cards and arguing loudly.

A flower fairy as tall as a carrot is watering a cluster of flowers with human faces.

The elf knight with pointed ears was drunk, stood on the table and sang loudly.

"This is indeed another world, the magical world." Harry said with emotion.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet the owner of this bar first." Rebecca dragged her to the bar.

A few meters away, Wu Huo shouted to the handsome middle-aged guy behind the bar who was wiping glasses: "Jim, we have a new guest, the famous Harley Quinn!"

Jim is of medium build, neither fat nor thin. He wears a blue T-shirt with a map of the United States printed on the chest. He is clean-shaven.

"Believe me, Miss Quinn doesn't want to be so ostentatious." Jim looked at Harry gently, and raised his chin to the dining table for four by the pillar on the left.

The four guests were all dressed as paladins, wearing bright silver metal armor and a pure white cloak with a huge golden cross in the center of the cloak.

They all looked at Harry unkindly.

"Harley Quinn?" The gambling horned devil turned his head and looked over.

"Wow, she looks so young. Could it be that the crusader is so weak that even a little girl can't handle it?"

The pig-headed devil at the same table laughed and said: "The crusaders are all softies, bitches, and liars! Now on the eighth floor of the fraudulent prison, the head of foreign affairs of the crusaders, Defoe Fernando, is still sticking out his ass, waiting for countless demons to turn around." what to do!"

"Fuck the crusaders, hahahaha!" The other demons laughed.

"Master of the night, bring a pint of sulfur fire to the witch Harley, my treat! Thank you for the little happiness she brought to the Eternal Punishment Legion." The horned demon shouted proudly, patting his chest.

"Demons, witches, be proud, the day of judgment will come soon." A paladin said angrily.

"Based on this sentence, I will do it when I return to hell, and your partner will do it a thousand times!" The horned demon sneered.

"Guests, this is the Forgotten Bar!" the owner Jim said in a deep voice.

"OK, Master Dark Night has spoken, let's continue playing cards." The horned demon said with a smile.

The paladin still stared fiercely at Harry, but said nothing.

"Oh, I seem to have gotten into trouble," Rebecca said with an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't know about you. I knew you had conflicts with the Crusaders, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious."

"No need to apologize." Harry waved his hand and smiled wryly, "I can't hide my identity here, and they will find out sooner or later."

"Miss Quinn, don't worry, it's absolutely safe here." Jim smiled.

"Call me Harry, I'll call you Jim too, how about it?" Harry said familiarly.

"Of course," Jim lifted the decanter and poured a glass.
"This is a special cola made with magic ingredients. Although the Forgotten Bar is in a different dimension, the rule that minors are not allowed to drink alcohol still applies.

Moreover, the brimstone fire, which is a specialty of hell, is not suitable for women. he said with a smile.

Harry stared at the wine bottle for a while, then poured out a large glass, but the liquid inside did not decrease.

"Do you accept dollars here?" She picked up the cup and took a sip, her little face immediately wrinkled cutely.

"Wow, this is not Coke at all. The flavors of various fruit sodas explode in your mouth together, so enjoyable."

"Coke is just a code name, a drink for children." Jim gave Rebecca a dry martini.

"No matter which country or world's banknotes, as long as they are cash, they can be used here.

Because being able to come here means that I can go to his place and use his coins to buy goods. ' explained Jim.

"What kind of existence is the Forgotten Bar? Why did Rebecca open a door from my house and come here?" Harry asked curiously.

"Do you know the structure of the world we live in? You can look at the map over there." Jim pointed to the map on the left wall.

"Multiverse map!" Harry recognized what it was with just one look.

More detailed than the map she gave Bruce, the members of the magic group.

In Lingbo Prison, there are not only the four great god domains and the corresponding four major demon domains, but also hundreds of different dimensions.

"It seems that you know." Jim Luke nodded, "There are many dimensions in the universe, such as heaven and hell, and the Oblivion Bar is a strange pocket universe.

It's very small, as you can see now, it's about the size of a bar.

At the same time, it's so magical that all dimensions, all worlds are connected to it.

The way to enter the Forgotten Bar is simple and easy, but difficult to say.

First, you must have been to this bar; second, you must have enough magic power, at least the magic power of an intermediate mage; finally, you must find a door. "

Harry thought deeply: "So, many humans here are not from Earth?"

"Yes, there are warriors and mages of different dimensions, and even alien mages."

Jim pointed to the crusaders wearing paladin armor, and said, "They just came back from a world of knights and magicians."

"People here can pass through the bar, enter and exit the earth or other places at will? What should I do if I am sleeping and the Crusaders suddenly break into my bedroom?" Harry frowned.

Jim said seriously: "There is a rule in the Forgotten Bar, you can come in from anywhere, but you can't go back wherever you want.

For example, Witchfire opens the door from your house, but when she returns to Earth, the Oblivion Bar will no longer let her suddenly enter your house.

She can only go back to the front and back yards of her home, or the streets near her home.

Remember what I just said, the third requirement to enter the bar?

A door is needed.

Believe it or not, each house has its own memory and consciousness? "

"I didn't believe it at first, but if you say that, it's probably true?" Harry asked strangely.

Jim shrugged, "Child, you are still young, and you will have a deep feeling for it after soaking in the magic world for a while.

At least, at this moment I can assure you that the Oblivion Bar is alive and can communicate with the 'doors' of other houses.

That way, it can tell if you're the owner of the house, or a thief.

Generally speaking, it will not send people into the house, even in your own home, it will fall in the yard or the block outside the door.

Just like connecting many worlds is its characteristic, the constraint of 'door' is also one of its characteristics and cannot be modified. "

"Magic is amazing." Harry said with emotion.

"Magic is a miracle."

"Did you build the Oblivion Bar?" Harry asked again.

Jim shook his head, pointed at his clothes, and said with a smile, "Did you guess it? I'm a modern American like you. I was the lead singer of the 'Electric Band' before! Have you ever heard of the Electric Band?"

Harry shook his head awkwardly.

"About 20 years ago, I accidentally discovered that the back door of my house led to this mysterious place, starting as a bartender and eventually becoming a bar owner.

But at the dawn of magic, bars appeared.

It has existed for countless thousands of years and has had countless bosses, but no one knows who built it and who was the first boss. "

After drinking a glass of Coke, Harry also asked Jim about the basic situation of the bar.

Then, Rebecca excitedly pulled her to a relatively quiet and warmly decorated room next door, where a group of witches were already chatting and drinking.

There are normal people dressed like Harley, non-mainstream spiritual girls, and witches in traditional dresses.

There are also people wearing wide-brimmed witch hats, just like witches who came out of fairy tales.

Not only human witches, she saw aliens with horns, female ghosts like a group of transparent jelly, female werewolves drinking happily with wine glasses, and alien girls with arms like octopus tentacles.
"Hi, Witchfire!" The witch was very enthusiastic about Rebecca, and looked at her, asking her to introduce her new partner.

"This is my friend, Harley Quinn. Although she doesn't have magic power yet, the old wizards of the wizard group said that she has other talents, and now she is experiencing the first time."

Rebecca thought for a moment, then looked at Harry uncertainly, "Is it called magic transformation?"

"Transformation at the end of life!" The black-haired lady in the center of the crowd, sipping gracefully from a wine glass, exclaimed in amazement.

"Madame Shangdu, what do you mean by deathbed transformation?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old shofar witch asked curiously.

Rebecca came close to Harry's ear and explained in a low voice: "When the Skillful Hands Sisters organize gatherings, there is usually an experienced mage to answer our difficult questions, which is equivalent to a temporary teacher.

Although this lady of Shangdu is young, I think she should also be an experienced official witch. "

　(ps: Helen's surname is Setin, Thirteen, 13)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)