The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 203 Chloe Makes a Difference on Her First Day at Work

Locke's voice was not loud.

It was very light, and even carried a hint of concern.

But to young Dolan, it sounded like a thunderclap in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

Natasha, who was standing to the side, listened to Locke's words and glanced again at the trembling young Dolan.

"Dolan and the Tree Witch are enemies, so isn't it normal for him to have the Tree Witch's aura?"

"normal."

Locke said something, then glanced at young Dolan, who seemed to relax a little after hearing this, and smiled: "But the key is that this aura is not left by the tree witch, but is emanating from him."

Young Dolan's body went completely limp.

"Stand still!"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent looked at the young Dolan, who was about to lie on the ground, suddenly lifted him up and roared.

Natasha's eyes narrowed as she looked at young Dolan, whose face had turned deathly pale, and she realized what was happening.

"You said he was one of the Tree Witches."

"Um."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, the 36th generation elder, Dolan, who was already being dragged to the door, could no longer sit still. He retorted angrily to Locke, "I think you're the one who's an accomplice of the Blood Queen. Don't think we don't know about your dirty secrets with the Progenitor Blood God and the Blood Queen..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was firmly covered by an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent covered Dolan's mouth in horror and repeatedly apologized to Locke, whose face had darkened.

"Old man, do you really think I'm sparing your life out of respect for the elderly and the young?"

"Drag him down and chop him up..."

"Take him away, take him away."

Before Locke could finish speaking, Natasha quickly waved to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was covering Old Dolan.

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dragged the fearless Dolan away, Natasha finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Locke: "There was nothing to begin with. You killed him, didn't that just confirm that you really have some kind of shady business with the Progenitor Blood God and the Blood Queen?"

Locke glared at Natasha with annoyance.

"He slandered me, so can't I kill him?"

"I can kill him, but not now."

"..."

Locke met Natasha's gaze and took a deep breath: "Damn it, don't let me find out who's spreading this bullshit."

Natasha looked at Locke, who had calmed down, shook her head, and shifted the topic back to young Dolan, who was almost collapsing to the ground.

"You just said he's one of the Tree Witch's people?"

"It can't be wrong."

Locke snapped out of his daze and looked again at the pale-faced young Dolan, who was barely able to stand if the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hadn't been holding him up. His eyes flickered slightly, and then he reached out his right hand and pressed it directly onto the young Dolan's head.

Memory theft.

moment.

Memories of the past year flooded back to young Dolan.

Most of my memories are of the training and preparation I did in a straightforward and methodical way so that I could smoothly take over as the thirty-seventh Dolan pastor after the death of the thirty-sixth Dolan.

It involves diligently studying the weaknesses of various wizards, as well as the spells they like to use.

In a word.

This young Dolan, aside from not being a wizard, was learning knowledge that only wizards would learn.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

However, unlike wizards who can save time by learning through the wizarding spirit world, this young Dolan needs to learn all sorts of knowledge that seem tedious and are even more boring to learn on his own.

There seems to be no memory of this young Dolan having any contact with the Tree Witch.

But Locke's perception is never wrong.

This guy is one of the Tree Witch's people. Besides, if he had guessed wrong, young Dolan wouldn't have changed his expression so drastically.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

This guy is a deep diver.

It's similar to the kind of spy in the spy world, where someone is sent out to be a spy a long time ago, but hasn't been used for over a decade.

Considering that this guy is being groomed to be the next Dolan.

This is very likely.

Only Dolan is qualified to access the heart of the Blood Queen, which is preserved by the Church of Dolan.

If that's the case, then it explains why this young Dolan has no memories of being associated with the Tree Witch in the past year.

Locke's thoughts raced as he looked at the pale-faced young Dolan and let out a cold laugh.

"Send him to the special interrogation cell, to Calder's cell. Oh, and tell Calder that this guy is a spy for the Tree Witch, whose goal is to resurrect the Blood Queen after becoming Dolan."

"Yes."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent nodded in response and dragged the young Dolan, who was nearly fainting from fright, outside.

The young Dolan finally realized what was happening.

"Wait a moment."

"Wait, don't take me away. I'll tell you anything you want to know, just don't lock me up with Calder."

Young Dolan shouted with all his might, his face contorted in pain.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stopped again and looked at Locke.

Locke said expressionlessly, "I don't need it. Tell me if you want, or take me away."

Young Dolan's face turned pale. Just as he was about to continue shouting, his mouth was covered.

Without further hesitation, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dragged the young Dolan away from the conference room like a dead dog.

Young Dolan's sobs gradually faded away.

Natasha looked at Locke: "Didn't you always want to find the Tree Witch? Why don't you listen to what she has to say?"

Locke shrugged: "No need."

Why?

"I can't be bothered to listen to his nonsense."

Locke said something, then his gaze swept around the conference room before finally settling on the fireplace in front of him.

In the witch's memory, the heart of the Blood Queen Clark was hidden behind this fireplace.

but……

"Where's Chloe?"

"downstairs."

"Have her come up here. There's a magical mechanism that we need her to activate."

"it is good."

Natasha nodded and turned to look at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents standing guard at the door.

after awhile.

Led by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Chloe walked in from outside, her eyes darting around, a mixture of fear and curiosity in her gaze.

The headquarters of the Dolan Church.

Who would have thought that a little witch like her could swagger in so openly and brazenly?

If this had happened before today—no, if this had happened an hour ago—it would have been something I wouldn't have even dared to imagine.

Mom, your daughter has made something of herself.

Chloe couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Just then.

She heard Locke's voice, and after regaining her senses, she saw Locke waving at her from the fireplace. She glanced at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent beside her, and then quickly went over.

"Sir..."

"Sir?"

Hearing Chloe's address, Locke glanced at Natasha and asked, "You really took this little witch under your wing?"

Natasha shrugged and said, "You Sentinels might not be interested, but we at S.H.I.E.L.D. are."

Locke chuckled, not continuing the topic, but pointing to the fireplace in front of him, he said to Chloe, "There's a magical space inside. Try opening it."

Magical space?

Upon hearing this, Chloe's eyes lit up. She looked at the fireplace in front of her, carefully said, "I'll give it a try," then stretched out her hands, closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and sensed the magical fluctuations around her.

soon.

She then sensed the magical energy hidden within the fireplace, or more precisely, perfectly integrated with it.

but!

"I can't open it." Chloe opened her eyes, looked at Locke, and shook her head.

Locke raised an eyebrow: "No, or not?"

"no."

Chloe explained, "I'm a dream witch, I don't know spatial magic, I don't know spells, so I can't fight..."

Locke interrupted, "I have it."

Chloe paused for a moment, then looked at Locke.

"You have?"

"Yes, I do."

Locke nodded, then recalled the spell the witch used to open the magical space of the fireplace from the memories of the plundering witch, and relayed it to Chloe.

Chloe silently repeated Locke's words in her mind.

Locke repeated it three times before he finally stopped.

He looked at Chloe, who was muttering to herself with her eyes down, and after a while, he finally asked, "How is it? Can it be opened now?"

Chloe glanced at Locke and said, "I'll give it a try."

Locke smiled slightly: "Okay, it's alright if you can't open it."

Anyway, so many wizards registered today, he just couldn't believe that he couldn't find a three-legged toad or a wizard who knew spatial magic.

Chloe didn't speak, took another deep breath, and then stood in front of the fireplace again.

Locke pulled Natasha back a few steps, giving Chloe enough safe space to cast her spell.

The little witch Chloe closed her eyes, quietly sensing the magical fluctuations on the fireplace.

The principle behind breaking the spatial magic is actually quite simple: just find the keyhole and insert the key.

The spell is the key, and she already has it. Now all she has to do is find the magic keyhole on the fireplace.

She was a little nervous, but even more excited.

Although Locke said it didn't matter if it couldn't be solved, what if it was solved? He would definitely get a bonus for making such a great contribution before even being recruited.

No, I can't think about it anymore. Quietly, you can do it, Chloe.

Chloe quickly banished her distracting thoughts, encouraged herself, and calmed down to quietly sense the fluctuations of magic.

Locke and Natasha stood quietly at the back.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had been searching the building's various floors for the remaining suspects walked in from outside, ready to report on his work.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent standing at the door stopped them, pointed towards the fireplace, and made a shushing gesture.

The SHIELD agent who came to report understood, covered his mouth, and made a gesture of acceptance.

But Locke still heard the noise behind him.

Locke merely glanced at her, paying no heed, and turned his gaze back to Chloe, who seemed intently solving a problem in front of the fireplace.

He glanced at the time on his watch.

Almost ten minutes have passed.

Just as Locke was about to speak...

A sharp cracking sound suddenly came from the fireplace.

Chloe opened her eyes, her face filled with surprise.

"It's open."

"..."

(End of this chapter)