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Chapter 302 The Third Season of American Horror

new orleans.

A technology that is more mysterious than modern.

New Orleans, located in the southern part of the Federation, has a lot to do with France as soon as its name is heard.

In fact.

New Orleans is also one of the few cities that can be associated not only with witches, but also with werewolves, vampires, and even magicians, and even has voodoo cities.

in the past...

In that high-spirited era, black slaves from the African continent came to the port of New Orleans in a steady stream, and then were transported to all parts of the Federation.

At that time, Africa had voodoo.

Nature.

In order to successfully capture those who tried to resist with voodoo, the vampires, werewolves, and witches who were busy making money in the world at that time came to New Orleans with the group of black slaves.

Basically, any extraordinary ability that set foot in the Federation started from New Orleans and then spread.

even……

It is said that until now, there are still vampires and werewolves in New Orleans, and the recognized secret is that New Orleans attracts tourists through its unique charm and becomes a source of food for vampires.

Same rules as New York vampires.

However, Locke has not met the vampires in New York until now. It seems that every time he passes by, the vampires will avoid him.

This is amazing.

And here in New Orleans?
hum!
A silver-white Audi R8 has already left New Orleans at this moment, heading directly towards the destination of the trip, Larry Lake, and swept away like a silver-white lightning.

inside the car.

Locke and Gwen, who called, said they were safe, then hung up the phone and looked at Carrie, who was sitting next to him in the co-pilot: "I thought there were a lot of vampires and werewolves in New Orleans."

Carrie looked at Locke: "No?"

Locke shook his head: "I can't say no, very few, and the taste is different."

Carrie opened her mouth.

"smell?"

"Ah."

"..."

Locke looked at Carrie's increasingly strange eyes, reacted, and explained: "I'm talking about the smell, not the taste. I haven't eaten vampires and werewolves yet."

Carrie's eyelids twitched: "Still..."

What, do you really intend to taste a vampire or a werewolf if you have the chance?
If Carrie hadn't known Locke for so long, she probably would have thought that Locke was a psychopath.

and many more.

Is it Locke?

Carrie was in a trance for a moment, then lost.

After Locke over there finished speaking, he set his sights on the road in front of him again.

What he saw, heard, and felt was the only way to record those smells and characteristics.

but……

As for vampires, Locke has only seen one, and it feels like a mutant vampire, the kind of genuine, serious vampire that is afraid of garlic and mercury, Locke has never seen one.

Mavis?
Meivis is not a serious vampire, she is the daughter of a vampire and a witch. Let's put it this way, Meivis' bat body is not transformed with the power of a vampire, but with the power of a witch inherited from her.

From a certain point of view, Mei Weiss is not afraid of the sun at all, but Mei Weiss doesn't seem to know it at all.

Anyway...

If it is diamond vampires, Locke is very familiar with their smell, but here in New Orleans, the smell is almost the same as the smell of vampires asked in New York City.

The reason why it is called similar is that Locke has never seen a vampire in New York City. In other words, even if the vampires in New York City meet Locke himself, they always take a detour.

"never mind."

Locke smiled and looked at Carrie next to him: "The bats should not be involved."

His current main experience of swiping bills is still in the ordinary world. If he can't come to Chaofan to swipe bills, then there is no need to come here. After all, it is a crushing game and a tailwind game, who to choose is not a problem.

after awhile.

Locke slowly parked the vehicle on the side of the road.

Open the door.

Locke took off the glasses that were not produced by the system on his face. He was a little curious and looked at the group of people who were gathering, as if they were daring to gather, and headed towards Lake Larry.

"What is this... for?"

"The Witch Trials."

"what?"

Carrie, who was standing at the passenger door, couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound when she heard this, and then saw a woman standing next to Locke.

Women are not the point, witches are.

This person is a witch?
Locke glanced at the woman who spoke, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Rock Broughton, this is my sister, Carrie."

Cordelia Fox shook hands with Locke: "Fox, Cordelia Fox."

"So……"

Cordelia looked at Locke curiously: "Mr. Broughton, didn't you and your sister come to attend the witch trial rally?"

Locke shook his head: "No."

Say something.

Cordelia smiled and said, "If you didn't come here to participate in the witch trial rally, then there are very few outsiders coming here, especially New Yorkers."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "I'm not a New Yorker."

"Oh."

"I'm from Texas, ma'am."

Locke made a gesture of lifting his cowboy hat.

You're from New York, your whole family is.

New Yorker?
These days, apart from New Yorkers who proudly say they are New Yorkers, who else would call themselves that?
I am from Greater Texas, the Lone Star State.

Texas Lone Star Cowboys!

The birthplace of great cowboys, the place where demons and contracts shuttle, and the mysterious place blessed by the lone star.

Of course.

Saying this sentence, in fact, there is still a little bit of other intentions.

If the legends of New Orleans are witches and vampires and werewolves, then the legends of Texas are the land of legends of demons, evil spirits and hell.

What is there in New York?
I'm afraid I don't even have a hair.

Cordelia Fox looked at Locke who raised his cowboy hat slightly, and was slightly taken aback: "Really, you are from Texas?"

"Yes."

"Well, my fault."

As Cordelia said, she had some suspicions that Locke's words seemed to mean something, but she had no evidence.

but……

Not for the chance to attend the witch trials.

Cordelia thought so, smiled with Locke and Carrie, said "I wish you all a good time," and then left on her own.

after awhile.

Locke drove into the town, found a cafe that had been open for some years in the town, found a seat by the window, and sat down first.

Through the window, one can see very well that one after another, they set off towards Larry Lake, as if they were going to participate in some kind of witch gathering.

Just right.

The proprietress of the cafe came over at this time and asked Locke what he wanted.

After Locke ordered two cups of coffee and a box of snacks, he looked at the proprietress and asked curiously.

The proprietress glanced at Locke and Carrie.

then……

"From out of town?"

"Correct."

"Just arrived."

"...That's right."

"No wonder, from New York."

"..."

Locke and Carrie looked at each other to confirm that no labels had been put on their faces. Just now Cordelia Fox seemed to tell the story of the two of them at a glance.

But Cordelia is a witch, understandable.

But the proprietress in front of me?
Is it on?
The proprietress looked at the expression on Locke's face, smiled, and pointed to the Audi R8 parked outside the window: "That's your car, right?"

Locke looked at the proprietress anxiously, and nodded.

What does the car have to do with New York? Audi is in the Commonwealth, not just in New York City.

next second.

The proprietress laughed and said, "The Peerless Assassin!"

For some reason, Locke felt that he already understood.

The proprietress then said that starting from January this year, there seemed to be more New Yorkers driving the Audi R8, or renting a car to New Orleans, especially the Audi R8.

As a resident of a third-tier tourist town, it is a compulsory course to distinguish which tourists come from big cities and what kind of tourists can be slaughtered.

Naturally, the Audi R8 made the list with its New York influence.

As for why this happens.

It may be that those New Yorkers in New York City think that Audi R8 will not be stolen by car thieves if the door is locked or not in New York City. It should be similar when it is out of New York City.

However, the bloody reality taught them to be human again.

Carrie pursed her lips, smiled and looked at the joking lady boss: "Boss, you won't kill us, will you?"

I advise you to be kind, lady boss.

The proprietress smiled and said, "I've been running this cafe for almost 30 years. Except for regular customers, no one comes here. However, if you are going to Lake Larry, you'd better ask a local guide."

"why?"

"Without the guidance of the locals, you will get lost in the forest."

The proprietress seems to have rare tourists from other places, and she opened the chatterbox and said, "Don't talk about you, even if we are local, if a few people enter by chance, they will not be able to get out. According to legend, Larry Lake will swallow people. .”

Carrie was slightly taken aback: "No way."

Locke also looked at the proprietress curiously: "When I came here, I did a guide, and I didn't find anything strange."

The proprietress looked at Locke: "You are doing a strategy for modern Lake Larry. Do you know the origin of Lake Larry?"

Locke shook his head.

"Legends..."

When the proprietress said this, she paused, looked at Locke, and said with a smile, "We also have a new cake in our store that's pretty good. Would you like to try it while listening to my story?"

Locke was a little speechless, but still nodded: "Of course."

On the road!

The proprietress thought so in her heart, and then she looked at Locke and Carrie and said, "Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with the witch trial meeting you just saw when you came in."

talking.

Under Locke's consumption, the proprietress introduced the origin of the so-called witch trial assembly.

"Have you ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?"

……

(End of this chapter)