America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"OK, Leopold Van Helsing?"

“Leo was pretty irritable tonight; he stabbed a vampire to death with an arrow,” Wade told Peter and the other two.

"These are the crossbow bolts."

"I guess the arrowhead is made of pure silver."

Wade picked up the silver crossbow bolt in his hand and showed it to the three of them, his eyes fixed on the gleaming silver arrowhead.

"You guys have dinner, I want to take a nap first. It's just getting dark here, but it's the middle of the night in Valerius." Leopold leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Chapter 415 God is petty

"It's a real shame that I didn't get to eat Thanksgiving turkey; there wasn't even any chicken bones left."

“Wade, your expression doesn’t convey regret,” Peter said.

“Thanksgiving turkey is a piece of crap,” Wade said.

“Wade, you need to watch your words. A lot of people ate turkey yesterday,” Banner reminded him.

"Oh, sorry."

"Peter, are you planning to go out and become a masked hero now?" Wade changed the subject.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Peter put on the Spider-Man mask and answered in a muffled voice.

"Have you ever had a time when you couldn't launch the web? Or when it suddenly launched?" Wade asked seriously, gesturing with his hand to demonstrate the motion of launching spider silk.

“I haven’t encountered that yet,” Peter replied earnestly.

"Wade, we're eating." Banner looked at Wade expressionlessly.

“Dr. Banner, your thinking is disgusting. I’m concerned about Peter’s web. What if it suddenly stops shooting out in mid-air? Do you think Peter will fall to his death?” Wade asked.

The answer is no.

“I taught Peter the spell of flight, and he uses it very well,” Banner said.

"Hey, you haven't taught me a single spell yet, why are you teaching Peter first?" Wade complained.

"Wade, do you know? Everyone has their own talent, and talent makes it very easy for people to learn knowledge in a certain field."

“And coincidentally, what you’re not good at is studying, but what you’re good at is courting death,” Banner said.

"Dr. Banner, your words have truly hurt me."

"When it gets light in Romania, do you want to appear in the town or in the forest?" Banner asked.

“It’s better to stay in the small town,” Wade replied.

"Okay, you'll be in town."

A portal opened, and the venerable Kamar-Taj librarian, the sorcerer King, stepped out.

“We’re eating, right? I’ve found some clues to those fairy tales you sent over, and I can’t wait to share them with you,” Old Wang said, looking at Banner.

"I might have indigestion." Wade had a bad feeling. He turned to look at Leopold, who was sleeping on the sofa and snoring softly.

"The author of the story is German."

"More specific information comes from German scientists."

"Picture books are not meant for children to read, but for scientific experiments, and for conducting psychological experiments on children under six years old," Lao Wang said.

“Tell me a specific time; I’m asking about the time when the psychological experiments on children were conducted,” Banner said.

“Time is your area of ​​expertise, Banner,” Old Wang said.

Li Qun made risotto, and the three of them each had a plate of risotto drizzled with rich meat sauce. They ate it with spoons, and Bruce Banner quickly shoveled the risotto into his mouth and finished it. He then wiped his mouth and followed Lao Wang to the Kamar-Taj Library.

“I thought Banner would chew each bite twenty times,” Wade said.

“The other side of Dr. Banner is the Hulk, and the Hulk isn’t this meticulous,” Li Qun said.

“It really was the Germans who did it,” Wade said.

"How quickly they changed the subject," Li Qun remarked.

"Hey, can you tell me what the Germans have done this time?" Gwen asked curiously as she sat down at the table. Stephanie came to the table with her homework, intending to listen and write at the same time.

"The story is a bit long, let me tell you slowly..."

……

……

Leopold opened his eyes and found himself sleeping on a large bed with luxurious solid wood pillars.

He got up and found himself wearing his old clothes, a white nightgown with lace trim.

After getting out of bed, Leopold looked for his clothes and looked down at the carpet where someone had written "Run away!"

"where am I?"

Leopold suddenly realized that he should have been sleeping on the sofa in the living room of the apartment that Li Qun and the other young people shared, not on this bed.

Leopold surveyed his surroundings, and when he saw the window, he had a bad feeling.

He remembered where he was.

This is Dracula's castle.

Dracula had also told him that his castle was modeled after his family's castle.

The family refers to Leopold's family.

Inside a secret room in Osborn's mansion, he injected himself with an enhancement serum, making Dracula aware of his presence. Dracula then used hypnosis to make him willingly enter the world of the painting's fragments.

Dracula called him brother, but tormented him, turned him into a werewolf, and drained his life force in an attempt to give life to the stillborn child born of a vampire...

“Dracula, I know you’re here!!” Leopold shouted.

"You're hiding in my dreams, aren't you?"

"You're afraid of Dr. Banner, aren't you!"

"You plan to take over my body and return to the human world, is that it?"

Leopold reached out and opened the bedroom door, behind which was a spiral staircase that stretched continuously upwards and downwards.

"You intend to trap my consciousness here and replace everything about me."

Leopold went to the window again and leaned out to look outside.

There was light in the sky, very bright, but it was the cold light of the moon.

You're wrong, completely wrong.

Dracula appeared at the door, dressed as a medieval nobleman in Leopold's memory, without a trace of modernity.

“I have a better candidate,” Dracula said.

"I will choose the descendant of the most prosperous lineage among my family's descendants."

“Norman? My last relative.”

"That's right."

“Norman would be a very good successor.”

“You won’t succeed,” Leopold said.

“Unless you kill him,” Dracula said.

"I will if necessary."

"How cruel, just like when you killed me."

“I didn’t hesitate for a moment when I killed you,” Leopold said.

“I’m talking about the first time you killed me, not the last time,” Dracula said.

"When you first died, you were a human. You made a deal with Satan, and that's how you became a vampire."

“You were fighting for God, but you betrayed God,” Leopold said.

"Admitting mistakes is not difficult; what is difficult is getting God to admit his mistakes. I want to prove him wrong."

“My relationship with Satan is a bet, not a deal. He bets that I will admit my mistakes, not that God will admit his mistakes.”

“Until the wager is settled, my soul is immortal. I will exist forever in the world, and not just in this world, but in all worlds that hope God can redeem mortals,” Dracula said.

"This is bad news for you, isn't it?"

“But I also have good news to tell you, my brother.” Dracula smiled and pointed at Leopold.

"You are the same; you have atoned for your sins in countless worlds because you have also questioned whether his judgment was correct."

"He makes you feel the pain that can only be experienced by humans, by ordinary people."

"You killed your mortal father, killed your brother, killed your lover, killed your teacher, killed your friend, killed your child..."