Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Anri, who just appeared, was arranged by Rondor.

Ivan scoffed at this tactic, completely ignoring Yulia in front of him, and walked straight ahead, passing through the alley.

Seeing Ivan leave, Yulia also vanished into the darkness; for her, all the hidden tricks were now complete.

Yulia had investigated Ivan beforehand. As a physicist implicated in a conspiracy and exiled, his arrogant personality would give him a natural rebellious streak. Faced with danger and warnings, he would not obey.

This was exactly what Yulia wanted to achieve. Meeting with Amway and emphasizing her identity was only the first step, while provoking Ivan was the second.

As long as the women around Constantine start to quarrel, regardless of Constantine's choice, Rondor's power will only benefit.

By choosing Natasha, Rondor will vigorously cultivate these Black Widows, and the Black Church will groom them to become the next pillars of the Church.

Choosing Anri means that the King of the Wanderers has finally given up his idle daily life and is willing to return to the throne to lead them.

Even if Constantine doesn't choose, and the status quo remains, remember that ambiguity is the biggest deception; it only leads people deeper into trouble.

Just as Yulia had predicted, Ivan ignored her warnings and barged into the Black Widow's quarters.

Although it's called an accommodation area, it's just a general term for a whole area. Even if thousands of people live here, there won't be any crowding, and everyone can have their own private space.

To make a living, the Black Widows usually live together in groups, helping each other. Only Natasha's family was able to maintain a basic family life, which allowed her to own the largest house in the area.

At Natasha's residence, Ivan barged in without knocking, already smelling the aroma of food inside.

At this moment, Natasha was not alone in her residence; her adoptive parents, Alexei and Melina, and her sister, Yelena, were also there.

They are holding hands and offering a prayer before dinner, but there are no words of prayer; they are simply holding hands and feeling the atmosphere of family.

Ivan's arrival did not surprise anyone; a chair was left at their table for him.

"You're here just in time. Yelena won't need to bring you food later. Please sit down. I made borscht today..."

When Melina saw Ivan, she gestured to the empty seat and filled his plate with soup.

It seems that this situation is not uncommon in Natasha's home, and Ivan has also joined in, becoming one of them.

Melina placed the bowl in front of Ivan, looked at his hands burned by the arc reactor, and said to Yelena beside her, "Bring the first-aid kit."

Yelena shoveled a few mouthfuls of food into her mouth and was about to grab the first-aid kit when Ivan stopped her.

"No need, please sit down first, I have something to tell you..."

Tearing his clothes into pieces and haphazardly wrapping them around his hands, Ivan took a sip of borscht and said, "I went to see Constantine today; a woman came to his place..."

Ivan recounted the events in Constantine's office and his subsequent encounter with Julia in the most ordinary tone, without embellishment or alteration.

After hearing all this, everyone at the table looked at Natasha.

Natasha understood her family's meaning; the final decision was up to her.

However, Natasha showed no desire to fight at this moment, simply eating her food calmly, which made Alexei, who was beside her, very anxious.

Alexei delivered his zero-point speech, saying, "Natasha, when I was little, I really loved a puppy, but my father wouldn't let me touch it. But I played with it every day, and eventually my father killed it..."

Alexei's words were selectively ignored by the entire family, and this selective ignoring was the family's most important skill.

However, Natasha remained indifferent, as if none of this concerned her.

Ivan frowned, looking at Natasha, and said, "It seems I was wrong; I was too talkative..."

Ivan's words made Yelena, who was focused on eating and had her head down, unable to bear it any longer. With a hint of self-deprecation, Yelena explained the reason.

"Don't even think about it. We are Black Widows. We don't have uteruses or ovaries. We can't even be considered women..."

Yelena's words revealed Natasha's inner thoughts at that moment, and Alexei, who was standing next to her, broke down in emotion, reaching out to hug Yelena and beginning to sob.

At this moment at the dining table, Alexei was having an emotional outburst and sobbing uncontrollably, Yelena was frantically trying to break free from Alexei, Natasha was still eating silently with a blank expression, while Ivan was inspecting the Arc Reactor that he had crushed.

Only Melina looked into Natasha's eyes, staring for a long while, before picking up her spoon and tapping it against the glass beside her. The crisp sound drew everyone's attention to her at the table.

After waiting a while, until everyone had calmed down, Melina said, "Have you all made a mistake? Do you know about the upcoming battle?"

Everyone nodded. Ivan seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't say it aloud.

Melina raised her head and said, "The target of this battle is the so-called God. Constantine and Ash are fighting for a God, and she can cure Ivan's father's cancer. She can change people's talents, she can create angels. So why can't she cure Black Widow's defects?"

Melina's words awakened everyone, while Yelena kicked Natasha under the table.

Seeing that Natasha remained unmoved, Yelena continued, "Happiness is something you have to fight for. I was the one who won over Alexei first..."

Alexei said somewhat awkwardly, "My God, you shouldn't tell the children about this..."

"The opportunity is in your own hands. There's still food in the kitchen; you can take it with you. You haven't given up on Black Widow's training yet, have you..."

After saying that, Melina stopped looking at Natasha and just kept her head down to eat, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

At the dinner table, an anxious Yelena tried to urge Natasha on, but Natasha remained unmoved, silently finishing her food and then pushing back her chair.

"I've finished eating, so I'll leave now..."

Natasha only said this one sentence throughout the entire speech. Alexei was confused and, not being good at thinking, looked at Melina.

Melina nodded in satisfaction upon hearing the commotion, then looked at Alexei and said, "You need to lose weight. Red Guards on the battlefield can't be pregnant..."

## Chapter 299: Patch's Arrival

To be honest, no man dislikes watching women fight over him. Of course, this only happens when they don't actually take action, but rather establish their virtual status through their actions.

If a fight breaks out like a shrew's, with hair-pulling and scratching, regardless of whether it's justified or not, it will only drive people away. Watching women fight is fine, but not your own.

He paid no attention to anything happening around him.

It wasn't that he didn't care; in fact, Constantine's attention was entirely focused on the remains of the earthen tower that was about to become a battlefield.

As if in a daze, Constantine was slowly separating the remains of the earthen tower that was tightly connected to the Ringed City, making it an independent space.

In fact, the location of the earthen tower is the closest to the original furnace. Just like the spacetime collapse around the original furnace, it has gradually become distorted.

Perhaps in hundreds of thousands of years, the earthen tower will merge into the primordial furnace and become part of it.

Now Constantine's task is to stop the deformation of the earthen tower and then slowly push it away from the initial furnace.

Fortunately, all the creatures inside the earthen tower had been evacuated, so even if there were losses, there would be no casualties.

Just as Constantine finished, the office door was kicked open.

Patch burst in, jumped onto the desk, grabbed Constantine by the collar, and yelled, "What have you done! What have you done?"

The irritable Patch was no longer the sleazy man he once was; he was simply questioning Constantine, and judging from his facial expressions and actions, he did not seem to be faking it.

Constantine didn't let Patch release him, but instead gestured with his eyes towards their surroundings, as if to say, "There are two other people in the room. Are you sure you want to say this in front of them?"

Patch released Constantine, curled up on the desk, and began to sob.

Constantine watched Patch with interest, listening to his crying until he could no longer keep up the act.

Patch, who had been curled up, loosened his grip, slightly revealing his eyes, and gestured to Constantine as he looked around.

Constantine could only tell Anri and Natasha to leave. Hearing the office door close, Patch jumped off the table.

When Patch gets anxious, his voice becomes incredibly shrill, with a hint of urgency, just like now.

"Something went wrong with the earthen tower. The sky and the terrain were completely unstable. If I hadn't been quick-witted enough to use the return bone fragment to come back, I probably would have perished inside..."

Constantine had just pushed away the earthen tower when Patch came to cause trouble.

Constantine asked with great interest, "How much did you lose? So the earthen tower was your hidden treasure trove all along!"

Patch immediately became stammering, refusing to admit what Constantine had said.

But in the end, they gave up. Only Constantine knows the coordinates of the earthen tower now, as his financial reports are all in there. Patch would feel bad every day he couldn't see them, so he had no choice but to admit it.

"It's just a little bit; I only hid a few sets of armor..."

"Make a list of what armor you're missing and I'll replace it for you. I guarantee it'll be brand new. Is that alright? You can go now..."

Constantine didn't believe such nonsense. Patch was in such a hurry; he must have lost a lot of money.

Patch kept turning back to look at Constantine, trying to persuade him to let him go, but Constantine had already mastered how to communicate with Patch.

When buying things in Pachina, you must insist on a fixed price, never listen to his plans, and never go to the places he suggests.

With these three firm commitments, you can basically guarantee the safety of your life and property.

Patch hesitated, placing his hand on the bolt, frozen like a statue, as he looked at the things hidden in the earthen tower.

Watching this scene, Constantine muttered to himself, "I'm about to send the earthen tower into the Initial Furnace. Once it burns out, there will be nothing left..."

Upon hearing this, Patch could no longer maintain his facade. Although the earthen tower was just one of his hidden stashes, the loss of his assets pained him more than if he had been stabbed several times.

Patch swaggered over, restored the office he had just messed up to its original state, sat down opposite Constantine, and asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Would I, the Lord of Cinder, need your help? You should tell me what I can do for you!"

Looking at Constantine in front of him, Patch only regretted that he hadn't been able to kick him a few times back then.

Patch gritted his teeth and forced out the words, "What can I do for you?"

"No honorifics! Not sincere enough!"

"What can I do for you, Lord Cinder?"

Constantine nodded in a mock manner and whispered something to Patch.

The two huddled together, whispering to each other, occasionally uttering a few words of praise.

'You're despicable, but this plan is really good, I like it…'

'Would I, the honest and trustworthy Lapp, do such a thing? No way, things have to go according to plan!'

Exchanging compliments, the two drafted a preliminary cooperation plan. Judging from their satisfied expressions, there must be a major unlucky guy in this plan.

After discussing the plan, it was time to divide the spoils.

Patch slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "After we succeed, we'll split it 70/30!"

"How come I'm only at 70%?"

"Seventy percent is mine! I'm the one who will carry out the orders, and I'm the one who will risk my life for you. Isn't it better for you to sit here and take thirty percent just by talking?"

"Oh."

Constantine's nonchalant attitude made Patch uneasy; this guy, even more ruthless than himself, must be plotting something dangerous.

Patch originally thought Constantine would slam his fist on the table and stand up, and then the two sides would negotiate back and forth, making exorbitant demands and settling for less; they had to talk things out.