The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 173 Catherine teaches secret skills
Locke also wanted to learn magic.

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

That picture is beautiful just thinking about it.

pity.

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

Even if he has a system to copy it, it won’t work.

Because magic cannot be copied.

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

Because Augros herself does not possess magic, to put it simply, she only knows how to use magic, so she cannot be copied.

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

Salem witches.

Tree witch.

There are also other witches with place names or names of forces.

These witches all borrow magic power from the spirit world where witches of past generations exist to perform their magic.

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

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

As stated above.

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

Normally, borrowing magic power usually comes at 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 past generations will become the source of magic for other living witches of Salem.

But Locke would not give up his soul.

and so……

He may never be able to experience magic again in his life.

However, he was aware of this matter from the beginning, otherwise he would not have set his sights on mutants.

Locke has always known how to regulate himself.

He just felt a little regretful, and at the same time, he felt a little scared when he thought of the scene where Blade was powerless to resist the two weak witches.

In the face 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 or not to recall Blade.

He is already working on how to avoid being like Blade, who was killed like a dead dog by a magical attack one day.

But it takes time.

The question of whether or not to recall Blade is now at hand.

Whether to recall or not, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Blade cannot be recalled. The advantage is that he can earn a lot of extraordinary points for himself outside. The disadvantage is that he may be abducted by the tree-like witch and become a vessel for the Bloody Queen.

If Blade is recalled, then his attempt to harvest extraordinary points from vampires in New York State will undoubtedly be slowed down. The advantage is that it is safer, as he can wait until he gets rid of the tree-like witch before releasing Blade.

Locke leaned back in his chair, thinking quickly.

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

In her long escape, she had rarely been able to be like today, without having to plan anything or worry about Klaus coming. She could just be quiet, empty her mind, enjoying the long-lost sunshine and drinking the flavorful coffee that still had flavor.

after awhile.

Locke opened his eyes.

"I'll go find the blade."

"it is good."

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

Locke hummed and left the balcony.

Blade has both good and bad experiences outside, and it is even more beneficial for him if Blade is abducted by the witch.

This is what Locke just thought of.

But he decided to leave the question to Blade to decide for himself.

soon.

Blade, who was already preparing to head to the next city, received Locke's message and found Locke.

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

After listening to this, Daofeng felt a little confused.

"The Bloody Queen is a woman, right?"

"Correct."

"I'm a man, and she's occupying my body. Is that appropriate?"

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

Locke shrugged and looked at Blade: "Besides, maybe the Bloody Queen thinks she is a man psychologically."

Blade opened his mouth, but felt like he couldn't say anything.

Locke said in a relaxed manner: "Anyway, this is what I speculated. As for whether you want to stay outside and risk being captured by the tree-like witch, or stay in the police station temporarily, it is up to you to decide. After all, this is your business."

Blade said nothing.

But he was grateful that Locke kept the decision to himself.

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

after awhile.

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

Locke nodded: "The death was very tragic, I assure you, or you can go to the morgue and see for yourself."

Blade shook his head.

"No, I mean, they can be killed."

"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 chop off their heads just like I would a vampire's head."

Locke was not surprised by Blade's answer, and just nodded. "Okay, I understand."

"I'm leaving."

"Okay, if you find anything wrong, contact me immediately."

"clear."

Daofeng performed a sword dance, then sheathed the big sword and left the room without looking back.

After Blade left, Locke stood up and straightened his sleeves.

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

The operation has already begun, but he, the deputy director in charge of the operation, is not in the bureau and has been wandering around outside for more than a month, which is a bit inappropriate.

and……

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

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

Locke always keeps his word.

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

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

The Sentinel Secret Service's special plane, which is only available to governors and above, arrived at the local airport.

Locke took Natasha and Catherine on the plane.

Fifteen minutes later.

After the air was clear, the special plane taxied and then took off into the sky, heading for John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City.

on the plane.

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

Locke died in style, but Debbie was miserable.

When Locke was a team leader, there was not much work to do, so Debbie finished it quickly while doing it part-time, and Jack would also help out sometimes.

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

Debbie was overwhelmed by the overwhelming amount of information coming in from almost every state.

Not to mention that Debbie also has to deal with the liaison and communications with the various states that she is responsible for.

Let's say that.

Debbie hadn't been home for almost five days. When she heard Locke say that he had already boarded a plane back to the city, she video-called Locke to work.

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

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

A glass of red wine per person.

Natasha looked at Catherine who stretched her palm under the falling sunlight, turned her head to look at Locke who was obviously impatient after working for only ten minutes, then moved closer to Catherine and whispered: "How is it, do you know what kind of strange species he is?"

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

Natasha heard this.

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

"I am also very curious."

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

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

She had deep memories of the vampires in Europe.

after all……

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

Well known.

Women have no resistance to anything that flashes.

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 too long, they will still be burned to ashes."

Natasha shook her head. “I remember there was a place in Washington State where they could be seen. They could walk during the day.”

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

Speaking of it.

Catherine glanced at Locke and gave Natasha an example: "For example, Locke. If Locke is really an ancestor vampire who is not afraid of sunlight and the witch's seal, then there is a high probability that the vampire he transforms will inherit these two special abilities."

Hearing this, Natasha turned her head to look at Locke who was scratching his head, and then looked at Catherine.

"Has he ever been transformed?"

"do not know."

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

She had sex with Locke.

As a result, I won the bid.

This is 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: "Yeah, you have only met six times."

Catherine came back to her senses and saw Natasha looking at her abdomen again.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

"Natasha."

"Ok?"

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

"Five times."

"Ten times."

"hiss!"

Natasha listened to the numbers that Catherine revealed, took a deep breath, and looked at Catherine with some suspicion: "Doesn't this squeeze him dry?"

Catherine shrugged. "I just squeezed him dry to get it. Maybe you can try this method."

Natasha's eyes lit up when she heard this!
……

(End of this chapter)