The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 189: Locke's Secret History Will Be Updated

"I'm not……"

"never mind."

Locke subconsciously wanted to refute this statement, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

After all, he is not a vulgar person who cares much about fame.

but……

Locke thought about it and looked at the witch Chloe who finally mustered up the courage to talk to him.

"What else do you know about me?"

"They said that you were in love with the First Blood God, and as a result, the Blood Queen Clarke bewitched the First Blood God and sealed you together. You turned love into hatred, so you wanted to exterminate vampires and tree-like witches."

"What the hell..."

He is in love with the Ancestral Blood God?
Fuck you...

If the rumor that Natasha told outside just now was pure gossip, then the new version of the story that Chloe is telling now is a wild enough gossip.

Locke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again. There was no fluctuation in his eyes.

He looked at Chloe with a smile on his face, his tone showing no emotion.

"They said... who are they, can you tell me?"

"..."

Chloe subconsciously looked at Natasha.

I don’t know why, but Locke seems even more terrifying now.

Natasha on the side quickly tried to smooth things over and changed the subject: "Chloe, you said on the phone before that you wanted to register like those vampires who registered in New York State before?"

Chloe nodded, "Yes."

"Can I ask why?" Natasha asked curiously.

After all, the Federation is a free country, and what matters is the right to freedom. Ordinary people would feel that you are invading their privacy if you ask them to leave their phone number or something.

What’s more, there are extraordinary creatures.

Moreover, registration in a vampire operation is not as simple as leaving your name, phone number and residential address.

The identification documents given to registered vampires have a positioning function and need to be carried with them at all times.

Simply put.

Those registered vampires are being tracked at all times.

It is precisely because of this that the vampires in New York State are unwilling to register. Although a small number of them chose to register under the pressure of SHIELD and the Sentinels, they were still forced to register, not voluntarily.

Even after the operation began, more vampires would rather leave their homes and New York State than register with the Sentinel Secret Service.

In a word.

Freedom and life, both are valuable. If you want freedom, you can even sacrifice your life.

But now, the witch Chloe in front of him actually took the initiative to call SHIELD and wanted to register.

Natasha looked at Chloe curiously.

"You know that registering means we can track your location in real time."

"I know."

"then you……"

"I would rather live safely than be free."

"Safety?"

"I have a vampire friend who told me that after registering, she will be protected by the combined power of SHIELD and the Sentinels."

"Uh……"

Natasha listened to the reason given by the witch Chloe: "That's right, but this is only true if you don't break the law."

Of course.

After all, extraordinary creatures are not ordinary people and still have certain privileges. For example, after breaking the law, they can choose to work to pay off debts.

After all, it is not easy to cultivate a supernatural creature. Should we give it a chance to reform?
But on the surface, extraordinary people who break the law are guilty of the same crime as ordinary people.

it is necessary.

“Can I still open the bar?”

"of course."

Natasha said without any hesitation: "Since you want to register, can I ask you a few questions first?"

Chloe nodded.

"can."

"How do you prove you are a witch?"

Vampires are very easy to identify. If you don't want to show your fangs and get your fangs pulled out by the SHIELD Sentinel to exchange for money, there are portable purple lights in the registration hall. Once they are turned on, you won't be able to take advantage of the situation.

But a witch?
Natasha looked at Chloe in front of her.

Ok.

From the outside, Chloe's smoky makeup does make her look like a witch, but other than that, she looks no different from an ordinary person.

Chloe smiled and stretched out her right hand towards Natasha.

Natasha stepped back subconsciously, but soon stopped.

Without him.

Locke was beside her.

Locke, who noticed Chloe's actions at this moment, also came back to his senses temporarily and watched this scene.

Chloe stretched out her right hand and poked Natasha between the eyebrows with a finger.

next second.

Natasha felt a drowsy feeling coming over her. She looked at Locke beside her with heavy eyelids, then closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning against Locke.

When Natasha regained consciousness, she found herself back home. Just as she was wondering what happened, she heard a baby crying in her arms.

Natasha lowered her eyes and saw that she was wearing home clothes and holding a baby in her arms, whose eyebrows looked seven parts Locke and three parts her.

Just then, a flood of memories told her.

This is her child.

She and Locke put a lot of effort into giving birth to the child.

"This……"

"This is a dream." Chloe suddenly appeared aside.

Natasha, who was holding the baby on the sofa, was startled. She got up from the sofa, looked at Chloe, and then looked at the baby in her arms.

Chloe said aloud: "To be precise, this is the picture you desire most in your heart."

Natasha frowned when she heard this.

Is this a dream?
But why does it feel so real to me?

and……

Why do I feel like this is the real world?
Just as Natasha was thinking about this, suddenly, that drowsy feeling came over her again.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Locke holding her.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke looked at Natasha who was staring at him in a trance in his arms, and couldn't help feeling creepy.

fortunately.

Natasha responded, sitting back in her seat and looking at Chloe behind the bar.

"That was just now..."

"I am a dream witch. My ability is to make people fall into dreams."

“…Is this really just a dream?”

After hearing Chloe's confirmation, Natasha felt a sense of loss for some reason.

at this time.

Locke looked at Chloe and said, "Your ability is more than just entering dreams."

Chloe heard the voice, looked at Locke, and nodded: "Yes, the dream witch can absorb and enhance her own magic power by making people fall into dreams."

This is also why she opened this wizard bar.

It is very easy for ordinary people to fall asleep, but the magic power they can provide is very little. If they are not careful, it is easy for ordinary people to be completely trapped in the dream and become what ordinary people call a vegetative state.

But it’s different if they are all extraordinary creatures.

There is no need to worry about accidents, and the dream power absorbed by a supernatural creature is equivalent to that of a dozen ordinary people.

The most important thing.

The dream power of extraordinary creatures is still very pure.

But it is not an easy task to make a supernatural creature fall into a dream, so she opened this wizard bar, gave them drinks, and made them drunk, so that it would be easy to make them fall into a dream.

And it's okay even if you get discovered.

Because this is a tacit understanding in this bar, and besides, the dreams they make up are all beautiful dreams.

Everyone resists nightmares, but who would refuse a sweet dream?

After confessing her dream witch abilities, Chloe looked at Locke and added, "I have never done anything bad."

Locke looked at the little witch with a vigilant face, shook his head and smiled: "I don't care whether you have done anything bad or not. I only care that you have clues about the tree-shaped witch."

Chloe nodded and was about to speak.

at this time.

Another witch walked in from outside, taking off her backpack and saying, "Chloe, have you heard the latest gossip about the original tyrant today?"

Locke, with his back to the witch, raised his eyebrows and looked at Chloe in front of him.

Chloe's face changed behind the bar, and she blinked hard at the witch who was approaching.

The witch who was older than Chloe didn't get Chloe's hint: "Why did you blink? Oh, you know, it's been rumored that the First Tyrant and the First Klaus are the true love, and the First Blood God turned love into hatred, so he joined forces with the Bloody Queen to seal the First Tyrant... the First Tyrant!"

The witch walked behind the bar while speaking, put down her backpack, turned around, and saw Locke sitting in front of the bar, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Locke looked at the new witch with a half-smile on his face: "Me... Klaus... in love?"

Where did this unofficial history come from?
The witch looked at the living First Tyrant who appeared before her, and she swallowed her saliva with a dry throat, then cast a look for help to Chloe beside her.

"Help me, sister."

"I can't help it. I've warned you. You're on your own."

Chloe said she was helpless in responding to her sister's request for help.

The witch had no choice but to look at Locke again, who seemed to be smiling. She laughed dryly twice, and her voice seemed to tremble.

"Tyrant...Tyrant."

"Just call me Locke."

Locke felt somewhat powerless when he heard this nickname, which was his first in the extraordinary world, and said to Natasha beside him, "Is my reputation in the extraordinary world that terrible?"

All in all, he only did one and a half things in the extraordinary world.

Suppressed the vampires in New York State.

They just killed a few tree-like witches and sent their families to the mutant laboratory as consumables.

and so……

Is his reputation that scary?

Natasha did not respond, but looked at the new witch curiously: "Why is it rumored that Locke and Klaus are in love again?"

The witch said with a bitter face: "I also heard it from people outside. They said that some extraordinary creatures saw the original ancestor violently... Locke and the original ancestor Klaus were dating in Waterfall Town."

Locke: “…”

(End of this chapter)