The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"I'm not..."

"Forget it."

Locke subconsciously wanted to refute this, but when the words came to his lips, he held them back.

After all, he was not a vulgar person who cared about false reputation.

But...

Locke thought about it and looked at the witch Chloe who finally mustered up the courage to talk to him.

"What else do you know about me?"

"They said that you were in love with the ancestor blood god, but the bloody queen Clarke bewitched the ancestor blood god and sealed you together. You wanted to exterminate vampires and tree witches because of love and hatred."

"I fucking..."

He, in love with the ancestor blood god?

Fuck you...

If the rumor that Natasha told outside just now was pure wild history, then the new version of the ship that Chloe is talking about now is wild enough wild history.

Locke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

He looked at Chloe with a smile on his face, and his tone did not reveal any emotion.

"They said... who are they, can you tell me?"

"..."

Chloe subconsciously looked at Natasha.

For some reason, Locke now seemed even more terrifying.

Natasha on the side quickly tried to smooth things over and changed the subject: "Chloe, you said on the phone before that you wanted to register like those vampires registered in New York State before?"

Chloe nodded: "Yes."

"Can I ask why?" Natasha was a little curious.

After all, the Federation is a free country, and what matters is the right to freedom. Ordinary people would think you are infringing on their privacy if they ask them to leave a phone number or something.

Not to mention extraordinary creatures.

In addition, the registration of vampires is not as simple as leaving a name, phone number and residential address.

The identity documents given to those registered vampires have positioning functions, and they need to be carried with them at all times.

In simple terms.

Those registered vampires are being tracked all the time.

It is precisely because of this that the vampires in New York State are unwilling to register. Although a small number of them chose to register under the pressure of SHIELD and Sentinel, they were still forced, not voluntarily.

Even after the operation began, more vampires would rather leave their homes and leave New York State than register with the Sentinel Secret Service.

In a word.

Freedom and life, both are expensive. If it is for freedom, life can be abandoned.

But now, the witch Chloe in front of her actually took the initiative to call SHIELD and wanted to register.

Natasha looked at Chloe curiously.

"You know that registration means we can track your location in real time."

"I know."

"Then you..."

"Compared to freedom, I want to live safely."

"Safe?"

"I have a vampire friend who told me that after accepting the registration, she will be blessed by the joint protection of your SHIELD and Sentinel."

"Uh..."

Natasha listened to the reason given by the witch Chloe: "That's right, but this is only if you don't break the law."

Of course.

After all, extraordinary creatures are not ordinary people, and they still have certain privileges. For example, after breaking the law, they can choose to work to pay off debts.

After all, it is not easy to cultivate an extraordinary creature. Do you still have to give the other party a chance to reform?

But on the surface, extraordinary people who break the law are guilty of the same crime as ordinary people.

This is necessary.

"Then can I continue to open a bar?"

"Of course."

Natasha said without any hesitation: "Since you want to register, can I ask you a few questions first?"

Chloe nodded.

"Sure."

"How do you prove you're a witch?"

Vampires are easy to identify. If you don't want to show your fangs and be pulled out by the tooth-pulling demon SHIELD Sentinel to exchange for money, there are portable purple lights in the registration hall. Once they are turned on, you can't fish in troubled waters.

But witch?

Natasha looked at Chloe in front of her.

Yeah.

From the outside, Chloe's smoky makeup does look like a witch, but other than that, she looks no different from an ordinary person.

Chloe smiled and stretched out her right hand towards Natasha.

Natasha subconsciously stepped back, but soon stopped.

Nothing else.

Locke was beside her.

Locke, who noticed Chloe's actions at this moment, also temporarily came back to his senses and watched this scene.

Chloe stretched out her right hand and poked Natasha's forehead with a finger.

The next second.

Natasha felt a groggy feeling coming over her. With heavy eyelids, she looked at Locke beside her, then closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning against Locke.

When Natasha regained consciousness again, she found that she had returned home.

Just as she was curious about what happened, a baby cried in her arms.

Natasha looked down and saw that she was wearing home clothes and holding a baby with seven parts Locke and three parts like her.

At this moment, a flood of memories told her.

This is her child.

She and Locke had spent a lot of effort to finally give birth to the child.

"This..."

"This is a dream." Chloe suddenly appeared beside her.

Natasha, who was holding the baby on the sofa, was startled. She got up from the sofa, looked at Chloe, and then looked at the baby in her arms.

Chloe said aloud: "To be precise, this is the picture you desire most in your heart."

Natasha frowned when she heard this.

Is this a dream?

But why do I feel so real.

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and……

Why do I feel like this is the real world?

Just as Natasha was thinking about it, suddenly, that drowsy feeling came over again.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Locke holding her.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling as he looked at Natasha who was staring at him in his arms.

fortunately.

Natasha reacted, sat back down in her seat, and looked at Chloe behind the bar.

"That was just now..."

"I am the Dream Witch, and my ability is to make people fall into dreams."

"...Is it really a dream?"

After hearing Chloe's confirmation, Natasha felt a sense of loss for some reason.

Just then.

Locke looked at Chloe: "Your ability is not just as simple as falling into a dream."

Chloe heard the sound, looked at Locke, and nodded: "Yes, the dream witch can absorb and enhance her own magic power by making people fall into dreams."

This is why she opened this wizarding bar.

It is very easy for ordinary people to fall into dreams, but the magic power provided is very little, and even if they are not careful, it is easy to completely leave ordinary people in the dream and turn them into what ordinary people call a vegetative state.

But it's different for both being extraordinary creatures.

He is not afraid of anything happening, and the power of absorbing the dreams of an extraordinary creature is comparable to that of a dozen ordinary people.

The most important point.

The dream power of extraordinary creatures is still very pure.

But it is not an easy thing to make a supernatural creature fall into a dream, so she opened this wizard bar, gave them drinks, and made them drunk, so that it would be very simple to fall into a dream.

And even if you are discovered, it will be fine.

Because this is an unspoken thing in this bar, and besides, the dreams they compiled are all beautiful dreams.

Everyone resists nightmares, but who would resist a sweet dream?

After Chloe confessed her dream witch ability, she looked at Locke and finally added: "I haven't done anything bad."

Locke looked at the vigilant little witch, shook his head and smiled: "I don't care whether you have done bad things or not. I only care that you have clues to the tree-shaped witch."

Chloe nodded and was about to speak.

Just then.

Another witch came in from outside and said while taking off her backpack: "Chloe, you heard today's latest gossip about the ancestral tyrant."

Locke, who had his back turned to the witch, raised his eyebrows and looked at Chloe in front of him.

Chloe's expression behind the bar changed, and she blinked hard at the witch who came over.

The witch who was older than Chloe did not receive Chloe's hint: "Why are you blinking? By the way, do you know? Today it is said that the ancestor tyrant and the ancestor Klaus are the true love, and the ancestor blood god causes Love breeds hatred, so we teamed up with the Blood Queen to seal the ancestral tyrant...the ancestral tyrant!"

While talking, the witch walked behind the bar, put down her backpack, turned around, and saw Locke sitting in front of the bar, and her voice stopped suddenly.

Locke looked at the new witch with a half-smiling expression: "I...Klaus...are in love?"

Where did this wild history come from?

The witch looked at the living ancestor tyrant appearing in front of her eyes, felt her throat was a little dry and swallowed, and then cast a look for help at Chloe on the side.

"Help me, sister."

"There's nothing you can do about it. I've warned you. Just ask for your own blessings."

Chloe said she was helpless when asking for help from her sisters.

The witch had no choice but to look at Locke who was smiling but not smiling again, and laughed twice, her voice seemed to be trembling.

"Tyrant...tyrant."

"Just call me Locke."

When Locke heard this, which was his first nickname in the extraordinary world, he felt powerless and said to Natasha who was standing aside: "Is my reputation in the extraordinary world so terrifying?"

After all his calculations, he had only done one and a half things in the extraordinary world.

Suppressed vampires in New York State.

I killed a few tree-like witches and sent their families to the mutant laboratory as consumables.

so……

Is his reputation that scary?

Natasha did not answer, but looked at the new witch curiously: "Why are there rumors that Locke and Klaus are in love again?"

The witch said with a bitter face: "I also heard what people outside said. They said that extraordinary creatures saw the ancestor violence... Locke and the ancestor Klaus were dating in Waterfall Town."

Locke: "..."