A prince from a certain American comic book

I'll think about it.

Claire shrugged and said to Ike, "Never mind, I hope you won't regret what happened today. Let's go home."

Ike smiled but didn't reply.

regret?

His dictionary contains words like lies, deception, cruelty, and all sorts of negative words, but the word "regret" is conspicuously absent.

The word "regret" never applies to kings.

Half an hour later.

Ike waved goodbye to Claire and went into his home.

Talking Tom and Jerry the mouse are jumping and leaping around, seemingly locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Ike smiled, stepped over Tom who had turned into a discus cat, and walked straight towards the backyard.

Before going to the backyard, I went to the kitchen and pulled out a pack of Dongguo cigarettes with ten cigarettes left from a corner of the kitchen.

The tobacco from the East is called Daqianmen.

That damned international student from East Asia! His parents sent him here to learn and serve his country in the future, but instead of studying properly, he tried to challenge Ike's status at school. He ended up getting killed by Ike right there in the bathroom.

In the end, that guy actually went to the head of student affairs to complain?

As for the outcome?

hehe.

Ike's lips curled slightly upward as he lay down on his recliner, lit a cigarette, and began puffing away.

Behind him.

The sounds of Talking Tom and Jerry chasing and playing filled the air.

An hour and a half later.

Ding-dong.

Ike opened the door and saw the FedEx driver standing in the doorway.

quite a while.

With a hissing sound.

The sound of Ike opening the package attracted Jerry the mouse and Talking Tom the cat, who had paused their battle.

Under the watchful eyes of the cat and mouse, Ike opened the package and took out a wooden board with strangely shaped characters carved on it.

The moment the wooden plank appeared, a ghostly blue flame shot out with a whoosh.

"Meow!"

"Squeak!"

The appearance of the wooden plank attracted meows and squeaks.

After calming Talking Tom and Jerry down, Ike smiled and said, "I'm not planning to get involved. This thing just arrived."

Jerry the mouse squeaked.

Ike shrugged and said, "I ordered this when I took over the pot. Oh well, I'll just keep it. Who knows what strange things might happen in the future that I might need it."

After saying that.

Ike picked up the wooden board and looked at the skull emitting a ghostly blue flame hidden among the strange symbols on it.

Ike smiled and tossed the plank to Jerry the mouse.

Jerry the mouse immediately retreated three feet, squeaking angrily at Ike.

Ike laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a clone of Ghost Rider. What's there to be afraid of?"

Jerry the mouse: "Squeak squeak squeak".

Ekko: "..." I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 050: A Story About Youth (Seeking Recommendations)

Ike is, after all, a significant figure in the extraordinary world, so it's not surprising that he knows some so-called extraordinary individuals. (Ice@Fire#Chinese www.bhzw.cc)

For example, the owner of this wooden plank was someone Ike knew.

Although Ike and the owner of the plank weren't exactly friends, Ike had at least saved the plank's life.

The owner of this wooden board is named Carter Shrew.

Yes.

It's an evil spirit... to be precise, it should be the previous Ghost Rider who was responsible for capturing evil spirits and judging all those who escaped from hell.

Ike met Carter Slade five years ago.

Carter Slade was on the run from Mephisto, the King of Hell, at a time when the relationship between the supernatural and Hell was below freezing.

Adhering to the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

When Ike first ventured out of the supernatural realm and encountered this incident, he chose to help Carter Sorey escape the pursuit of Mephisto, the King of Hell.

Therefore.

When Ike was racking his brains trying to figure out how to take down Freddy, he thought of Carter Slade, so he found Carter Slade's contact information and sent him a telegram requesting help.

Although this old guy is suspected of being a double agent, it must be admitted that the Death Knight is a natural expert at dealing with evil spirits and demons.

But right now?

Ike checked the outer parcel box, looked at the shipping address on it, and then gestured to the cat and mouse, saying, "Texas? Maybe we can go visit him sometime."

Talking Tom and Jerry both shook their heads.

Ike chuckled and said, "Is that old guy really that scary?"

The cat and the mouse nodded in unison.

Speechless, Ike picked up the wooden board that Jerry the mouse refused to put in his bag, then tossed it onto the sofa in the living room behind him. He patted his butt and said to the cat and mouse, "I'm going to Claire's house. You two stay put. Elm Street has been in chaos lately. Don't let people think you're possessed by demons too."

After saying that.

Ike grabbed the remnants of the package, pushed open the door, and walked out.

After throwing the trash into the bin, Ike looked up and saw a moving company truck leaving Chris's house across the street.

Ike frowned as he looked at Mr. and Mrs. Saive, who were standing at the door of the house.

Didn't they say they were moving out today?

Ike then went to Claire's house.

Claire, who was mixing fruit juice, asked Ike when he came in, "Ike, what kind of fruit juice do you like?"

Ike thought for a moment and said, "Sugarcane juice."

Claire replied curtly, "We only have apples at home."

Ike laughed and said, "Then why are you asking me?"

Claire didn't say anything.

Ike walked over and sat down on the high stool, asking curiously, "Didn't they say Chris's family was moving out today?"

Claire smoothed her short, golden hair and smiled, "You're reluctant to part with it?"

Ike said speechlessly, "Can't we have a proper conversation?"

Claire shrugged and handed the freshly squeezed apple juice to Ike, explaining, "Today is just a move. The Cipher family won't leave until after the farewell party on Elm Street the day after tomorrow."

Ike then understood.

The various gatherings here are comparable to those at certain levels in the Eastern Kingdom, not only in their sheer number but also in their diverse forms.

There is a farewell party for those who enlist.

There's a welcome party for those who are discharged from the military.

The same applies to moving.

The neighborhood held a welcome party for the new residents.

The neighborhood held a farewell party for the residents moving out of their new home.

Ike asked curiously, "Why wasn't there a welcome party when I moved here?"

Claire smiled and asked, "Would you like to participate?"

Ike shook his head immediately.

He would definitely be willing if he were an adult, but at his current age, forget it. What's the point of going if he can't smoke or drink?

quite a while.

Claire put down the phone and said to Ike, "Looks like we'll have pizza for dinner tonight."

Ike, sipping his apple juice, looked up and asked, "Isn't Mrs. Hale coming back today?"

Claire nodded.

On the sofa.

Before the pizza arrived, Ike stared at a photo on the wall that looked different from Claire's current style and asked curiously, "Claire, what did you look like when you were a child?"

Claire paused for a moment, then looked at the photo Ike was staring at and said, "Me? Smoking, drinking, fighting, messing around..."

Ike was immediately taken aback and shook his head, saying, "I can't tell."

Claire chuckled and said, "I was much more rebellious. Basically, I wouldn't do whatever my parents asked me to do. My mother once said that a beautiful girl should be responsible for her beauty. Why can't you just listen to them?"

Ike asked, "And what about you?"

Claire said, "What I was thinking was, why should I obey? I am a free individual, so my mother's wishes are the shackles I want to break free from."

Ike couldn't help but think of himself.

……etc.

wrong.