The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 204 The Magic Prison Imprisoning Wizards

As Chloe finished speaking.

Inside the fireplace, an almost invisible vortex appeared, which then expanded at a visible speed, revealing a space large enough for a person's finger to pass through.

At one end of the vortex space was a conference room, while at the other end was an unknown place that appeared pitch black and seemed to hold some great terror.

The reason why he is said to have great terror is very simple.

After the vortex space opened, wisps of black energy spread along the passage of the vortex space.

Locke reached right in.

Natasha didn't even have a chance to warn him; by the time she realized what was happening, Locke's hand was already inside the vortex.

"Thick and greasy..."

Before she could finish her curse, Locke had already withdrawn his right hand, which was now clutching a heart that was still slowly beating and filled with black energy.

Chloe, standing nearby, felt a jolt in her heart when she saw the heart.

As a witch, Chloe felt a sense of suffocation upon seeing the heart.

Natasha didn't feel anything special, but instead focused her gaze on the slowly beating heart in Locke's hand.

"This is..."

"That's right, the heart of the Blood Queen Clark."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Chloe subconsciously looked at Locke, her expression turning strange.

She believed that if her best friend Miranda were here, she would definitely exclaim in surprise, "Damn it! The First Tyrant really did have an affair with the Blood Queen Clark! The reason he destroyed the Church of Dolan was to find the Blood Queen Clark's heart and then resurrect her!"

Chloe knows her best friend's thought process all too well.

But she won't.

Because Miranda isn't here, but she is, and if she really thought that way, she felt she wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow.

Locke toyed with the heart belonging to the Blood Queen Clark in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at Natasha.

"That's why I don't need to listen to that young Dolan's nonsense."

"I don't need to go find the Tree Witch anymore."

"It's their turn to come to us willingly."

"If they want to resurrect the Blood Queen, the heart in my hand is the key, so with this in hand, I'm not afraid they won't come."

What is this called?

This is called "holding the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords"!

With the Blood Queen Clarke's heart in his hands, he no longer needs to search the world for the Tree Witch.

He can just sit in New York City with the heart and wait for the tree witches to line up and come to their deaths.

Locke had no intention of selling the tree witches.

He said it.

Anyone who dares to help a vampire will suffer the same fate as the vampire.

Exterminate the entire clan!

and so……

Locke didn't intend to sell the tree witches for money; he simply wanted to send them to their deaths.

That's it.

Natasha, sensing the chill in Locke's words, withdrew her gaze from the heart in her palm.

"Good idea. So, where do you plan to put this heart? Will you carry it with you at all times?"

"this……"

Locke was stunned when he heard Natasha's question.

He looked at the heart in his palm, a pocket that definitely couldn't fit any more than his pants pocket, and blinked.

Carrying it around is impractical.

It's kept in the Sentinel & Special Service vault.

Uh……

It doesn't seem like it'll work.

Regardless of the fact that the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau has already put it into practice, three wizards can now walk into the building without any problem.

Just to put it simply, if he put this thing in the Sentinel & Secret Service building, wouldn't he have to live there 24/7?

After all, there's no way you can guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days.

The Tree Witches are so well hidden, they're definitely not stupid. And the fact that they were able to infiltrate even young Dolan means they also know that the Blood Queen Clark's heart is right here.

However, they did not choose to launch a direct attack, but instead showed considerable patience.

What if the tree witch tries the same trick on him?

If the Tree Witch doesn't show up for a day, he can't just start treating the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau like his own home.

Locke's expression shifted as he looked at Natasha, who had posed the question.

Do you have any good suggestions?

"You can leave it with us."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Locke glanced at Natasha and said, "Are you sure the Tree Witch won't steal it if you leave it with you?"

Natasha shook her head: "That can't be. The Tree Witch is a witch, but we S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are still just ordinary people."

Locke's face turned ashen.

He felt that Natasha was deliberately flirting with him.

"Then what else can you say...?"

"But we can assure you that you'll arrive on the scene in time before the Tree Witch steals the heart. Can your Sentinel Special Operations Department guarantee that?"

Natasha then uttered this confident statement.

Locke did not refute this statement.

Because Natasha was telling the truth.

but……

"Let me think about it."

"OK."

Natasha shrugged, then seemed to realize something, looked at the heart in Locke's palm, and poked it with her finger: "You're saying this thing is connected to Calder, and if you crush it, Calder will die?"

Locke nodded.

Natasha's eyes lit up, and she looked up at Locke: "Do you want Calder? If not, give him to us."

Locke looked at Natasha, whose eyes were shining as if she had thought of a good idea, with a slightly suspicious expression.

"What do you want to do?"

"An ordinary person who is ageless, immortal, and eternal—don't you think he'd be a perfect fit for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"...You want to turn Calder into a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, sister? Have you forgotten that we just took down his headquarters?"

"What's the big deal? Back in the day, our Aegis team recruited quite a few German scientists."

So S.H.I.E.L.D. has now become Snake Shields.

Upon hearing this, Locke thought to himself, then said with a somewhat strange expression, "Are you sure you really want Calder?"

He doesn't care if S.H.I.E.L.D. wants it.

Anyway, his purpose in arresting Calder was to lure out the Church of Doran and then find the Tree Witch through the Church of Doran.

Calder was just bait.

Now that the big fish has been brought ashore, the bait that was swallowed by the fish naturally needs to be discarded, and new bait needs to be used before you can continue fishing.

The Blood Queen's heart in his possession is the new bait to replace Calder.

Locke looked at Natasha and said directly, "Take it if you want it. He's no longer of any use to me anyway."

Natasha smiled and said, "Then it's settled. I'll have SHIELD agents pick him up tomorrow."

Locke nodded.

"it is good."

"Let's go then."

"Wait, there's still one place we haven't seen yet."

Natasha, who was about to turn around and let Locke leave work early, heard this and looked at Locke again: "Is there anything else I haven't looked at?"

Locke smiled slightly, then turned to Chloe, who was standing to the side without saying a word: "The magical prison where Chloe's mother is imprisoned."

Originally, Chloe was feeling a bit down because Natasha said she wanted to recruit Calder, but she didn't show it. However, when Chloe, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly heard this, she subconsciously looked up and stared at Locke with wide eyes.

"My mother?"

"If your mother's name was Idia."

"right."

Chloe's spirits lifted, her eyes lit up, and she urgently asked Locke, "My mother's name is Idia! My mother isn't dead? Where is she? Where is she?"

Locke recalled the memories he had plundered from the witch: "I don't know if I died in the magic prison, but I was still alive three months ago."

According to the witch's memory, the magical prison held many wizards who had been convicted by the Church of Doran.

Some of them did commit crimes, attempting to use magic to harm ordinary people.

But more often than not, they were arrested because of the witch's selfish motives.

For example, Chloe's mother, Idia, is a powerful dream witch.

The reason that witch captured Idia, or rather the other witches, was quite simple.

She wants to learn more.

Well known.

Becoming a wizard isn't some extraordinary profession that you can simply choose to pursue.

You say you have 98% effort, but you lack that 1% wizard bloodline and that 1% talent, so you will never become a wizard.

First, your ancestors must have been wizards, then you are qualified to enter the world of extraordinary wizards.

But you also need to have the talent to practice magic before you can truly enter the wizarding world.

As for effort?

Under the wizard's spiritual initiation, all effort is utterly insignificant. In the time it takes to sleep, magic power and knowledge will naturally increase.

However, this only applies to its own school of thought.

For example, Chloe is a dream witch, so she only knows dream witch magic and not other types of magic.

The wizarding world is a relatively conservative and xenophobic world.

So here's the question.

In this situation, what should Chloe do if she wants to learn other schools of magic?

Self-study is definitely impossible; there's no room for self-learning magic spells in the wizarding world.

Even the young Dolan, the magic he learned, was nothing more than judging what kind of magic it was based on the experience summarized by countless generations of Dolan.

That's it.

Therefore, if Chloe wants to learn other schools of magic, there is only one answer.

They captured wizards from other schools and then tortured them to extract other magical spells and incantations.

That's what the witch Locke killed did.

Her reasoning was quite sound: if we learn enough, then no evil wizards will emerge to harm the world again.

Chloe's mother, Idia, was imprisoned because she was a witch who wanted to learn dream magic.

As for where that magical prison is?

Locke smiled, glanced at Chloe in front of him, then turned to look at Natasha.

"Let's go to St. Patrick's Cathedral!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)