The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Locke also wanted to learn magic.

He raised his right hand and waved it, and a big fireball appeared with a bang, and then directly burned the earth into charcoal.

That scene was beautiful to think about.

What a pity.

Locke felt that he might only be able to think about it in his dreams, because if nothing unexpected happened, he might never learn magic in his life.

Even if he had a system to copy it, it wouldn't work.

Because magic can't be copied.

He discovered this when he killed the witch named Augros outside Waterfall Town.

Because Augros herself does not have magic, to put it simply, she only knows how to use magic, so he can't copy it.

This can be known from Catherine's introduction just now.

Salem witch.

Tree-shaped witch.

There are other witches with place names or power names.

These witches all borrow magic power from the witches of all generations through the spiritual world where the witches of all generations are located to release magic operations.

Isn't it the same for the Supreme Sorcerer Ancient One?

Didn't the Ancient One also borrow magic from Kamar-Taj?

That's all.

If Locke wants to learn magic, he needs to find someone who is willing to lend him magic first.

And usually, borrowing magic usually requires a price.

This price usually refers to the soul.

For example, after the witches of Salem die, they will return to the Salem spirit world, and their souls and the witches of all generations will become the source of magic for other living witches of Salem.

But Locke will not give up his soul.

So...

He may be isolated from magic in this life.

But he realized this from the beginning, otherwise he would not have set his sights on mutants.

Locke has always known how to adjust himself.

He just felt a little regretful, and at the same time, he was a little afraid of the scene where the blade was powerless to resist in front of the two weak witches.

In front of magic, physical attacks seem a little ridiculous.

But!

He has already thought of a way to deal with magic.

Locke took a deep breath, came back to his senses, and continued to think about whether to recall Blade.

He was already working on how to avoid being like a dead dog under the attack of magic like Blade one day in the future.

But it would take time.

Whether to recall Blade was a matter that was before his eyes.

Recalling or not, both had their own advantages and disadvantages.

If Blade was not recalled, the advantage was that he could earn a lot of extraordinary points for himself outside, and the disadvantage was that he might be abducted by the tree-like witch and become the vessel of the bloody queen.

If Blade was recalled, his speed of trying to harvest extraordinary points from vampires in New York State would undoubtedly slow down, and the advantage was that it was safer, and he could wait until he got rid of the tree-like witch before releasing Blade.

Locke leaned back in his chair and thought quickly.

Catherine, who was sitting opposite, saw Locke slightly closing his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and she also drank the coffee in her hand quietly.

In her long escape, she rarely had the chance to be like today, without having to calculate anything, nor worry about Klaus coming to find her. She was just so quiet, her mind was empty, enjoying the long-lost sunshine and drinking the coffee that now had flavor.

After a while.

Locke opened his eyes.

"I'll go find Blade."

"Okay."

Catherine came back to her senses: "I'll wait for you here."

Locke hummed and left the balcony.

Blade was out, there were good and bad things, and it was even more beneficial for him if Blade was kidnapped by the witch.

This was what Locke had just thought of.

But he decided to throw this question to Blade to make his own decision.

Soon.

Blade, who was ready to go to the next city, received Locke's message and found Locke.

Locke didn't waste any words and directly told Blade the speculation about why the tree-like witch wanted to capture Blade.

Blade was a little puzzled after listening.

"The Bloody Queen is a woman, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm a man, and she occupies my body, is that appropriate?"

"She's a witch, and she's a villain."

Locke shrugged, then looked at Blade: "Besides, maybe the Bloody Queen thinks she's a man psychologically."

Blade opened his mouth, feeling speechless.

Locke said with a relaxed expression: "Anyway, that's what I guess. As for whether to stay outside at the risk of being captured by the tree-like witch, or stay in the police station temporarily, you decide for yourself, after all, it's your business."

Blade didn't speak.

But he was very grateful that Locke could leave the decision to himself.

After all, Locke didn't have to tell him.

After a while.

Blade made a decision: "You said that you killed the two witches who tried to kidnap me before."

Locke nodded: "The death was miserable, I promise you, or you can go to the morgue to see it yourself."

Blade shook his head.

"No, I mean, they can be killed, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll stay."

Blade, who had put on his sunglasses again, grinned, shook his right hand, and drew out his big sword: "Next time, I won't give them the chance to chant a spell, I will just chop off their heads like I'm looking at a vampire's head."

Locke was not surprised when he heard Blade's answer and just nodded.

"Okay, I get it."

"Then I'm leaving."

"Okay, if you find anything wrong, contact me as soon as possible."

"clear."

Dao Feng performed a sword trick, then sheathed the big sword and left the room without looking back.

Locke waited until Blade left, then stood up and adjusted his sleeves.

It was time for him to return to New York City.

The operation has already begun. As the deputy director in charge of operations, he is no longer in the bureau and has been wandering outside for more than a month. After all, it is still a bit outrageous.

and……

The tree-like witch's lair is somewhere in New York City.

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He had said that whoever helps vampires in this operation will enjoy the same treatment as vampires.

Locke always meant what he said.

So he planned to return to New York City and meet these tree-like witches in person.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

A Sentinel Secret Service plane, available only to state governors and above, arrived at the local airport.

Locke boarded the plane with Natasha and Catherine.

Fifteen minutes later.

After the flight was cleared, the special plane taxied and soared directly into the sky, bound for John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City.

On the plane.

After learning that Locke had boarded the plane, Debbie directly initiated a video connection mode with Locke, and then pulled Locke to start the remote working mode.

Locke walked away in style, but Debbie was miserable.

Originally, when Locke was the team leader, he didn't have a lot of work, so Debbie was able to finish it quickly, and Jack would usually help.

But now Jack is assigned to find information about the mutants in the bank vault, Locke has been promoted, and the campaign against the vampires has begun again.

Debbie was almost inundated with messages from every state.

Not to mention that Debbie also has to deal with the communication matters she is responsible for in each state.

Put it this way.

Debbie hasn't been home for almost five days. Now she heard from Locke that she was on the plane back to the city, so she directly took Locke to work via video chat.

Locke was pulled by Debbie and forced to go to work.

Natasha and Catherine were sitting on the sofa not far away.

A glass of red wine each.

Natasha looked at Catherine who stretched out her palms into the sunlight. She turned to look at Locke who was obviously impatient after only ten minutes of work. Then she leaned closer to Catherine and whispered: "How about it, knowing that he is What kind of strange species is it?”

Catherine shook her head: "He said he was not a vampire."

Natasha heard this.

"He told me the same thing, but his blood can make you not afraid of the sun."

"I'm curious too."

Catherine nodded: "This has never happened before in the history of the vampire clan."

Natasha seemed to have thought of something: "Wait a minute, I remember that European vampires don't seem to be afraid of the sun."

She has a deep memory of the vampires in Europe.

after all……

Who can forget a vampire that shines like a diamond when the sun shines on it?

As everyone knows.

Women are always irresistible to flashy things.

Catherine laughed when she heard this and said: "It's not that they are not afraid of the sun. If they stand in the sun for a long time, they will still be burned to ashes."

Natasha shook her head: "I remember there is a place in Washington state where they have traces. They can walk during the day."

Catherine nodded: "Yes, they can walk freely on cloudy days or in places without sunlight. We are not transformed by an ancestor. The abilities of the vampires are basically closely related to the abilities of the ancestors."

Speaking of which.

Catherine glanced at Locke and gave an example to Natasha: "For example, Locke, if Locke is really the ancestor of the vampire who is not afraid of the sun and the seal of the witch, then there is a high probability that the vampire he transformed will inherit these two special characteristics. ability.”

When Natasha heard this, she also turned to look at Locke, who was scratching his head, and then looked at Catherine.

"Then has he ever been transformed?"

"have no idea."

Catherine shook her head and looked at Natasha with some curiosity: "Including today, Locke and I have only met six times in total. You must have been in contact with him longer than me."

She had a fight with Locke.

The result was a winning bid.

It's amazing.

After all, if she didn't win the bid, she might never have the chance to meet Locke again in her life.

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Natasha sigh: "Yes, you have only met six times."

Catherine came back to her senses and saw Natasha focusing on her abdomen again.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

"Natasha."

"Um?"

"You and Locke have done it a few times at most."

"Five times."

"Me ten times."

"hiss!"

Natasha took a breath of air as she listened to the numbers that Catherine revealed, and looked at Catherine suspiciously: "Isn't this draining him dry?"

Catherine shrugged: "I just drained him dry. Maybe you can try this method."

When Natasha heard this, her eyes lit up!

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