The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Locke's voice wasn't loud.

Very lightly, even with a hint of concern.

But to young Dolan, it sounded like thunder exploding in his ears, making him tremble all over.

Natasha on the side listened to Locke's words and glanced at the trembling young Dolan again.

"Dolan and the tree-like witch are enemies. He has the aura of the tree-like witch. Isn't it normal?"

"normal."

Locke said, and then glanced at young Dolan, who seemed to be relieved of all the tension after hearing these words, and the corners of his mouth raised: "But the key is, this breath is not left by the tree-like witch, but by him exudes itself.”

Young Dolan's body was completely limp.

"Stand still!"

The SHIELD agent looked at the young Dolan who was about to lie on the ground, raised it suddenly, and let out a loud drink.

Natasha's eyes shrank, looking at young Dolan who turned pale instantly, she also reacted.

"You said he was one of the Tree Witches."

"Um."

"You fart!"

The thirty-sixth-generation old Dolan, who was almost dragged to the door, heard this and couldn't sit still. He scolded Locke without fear of death: "I think you are the Blood Queen's accomplice. Don’t think we don’t know about you, the ancestor Blood God, and the Blood Queen…”

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was tightly covered by the SHIELD agent.

The SHIELD agent also covered Old Dolan's mouth with a look of horror on his face, and apologized repeatedly to Locke, whose face turned dark.

"Old guy, do you really think I respect the old and love the young so I won't kill you?"

"Drag him down and chop him down..."

"Pull away, pull away."

Natasha on the side quickly waved to the SHIELD agent who was covering old Dolan before Locke finished speaking.

After Agents of SHIELD dragged old Dolan, who was not afraid of death, away, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Locke: "You cut him down for something that didn't happen in the first place. Are you really convinced? Is there any trouble with the First Blood God and the Blood Queen?"

Locke looked at Natasha angrily.

"He slandered me, why can't I kill him?"

"You can kill, but not now."

"..."

Locke met Natasha's gaze and took a deep breath: "Damn it, don't let me find out who is spreading this bullshit rumor."

Natasha looked at Locke who had calmed down, shook her head, and changed the topic to young Dolan who was almost paralyzed to the ground.

"You just said he was the tree-witch guy?"

"It can't be wrong."

Locke came back to his senses and looked back at young Dolan, who would have been unable to stand still if it weren't for the SHIELD agents. His face was pale and bloodless. His eyes flickered slightly, and then he stretched out his right hand and pressed it directly on young Dolan's head. .

Memory plunder.

moment.

Memories of young Dolan from nearly a year flooded in.

Most of my memories are of the step-by-step training and preparation for the thirty-sixth generation Dolan to successfully take over as the thirty-seventh generation priest Dolan after his death.

I just try to study the weaknesses of various wizards, as well as the spells that wizards like to use.

One sentence.

This young Dolan, apart from not being a wizard, is learning knowledge that only wizards can learn.

If you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in every battle.

However, unlike wizards who can directly save time studying through the wizard spiritual world, this young Dolan needs to learn various knowledge on his own that seems boring and even more boring to learn.

Among them, there seems to be no memory of the young Dolan's contact with the tree-like witch.

But Locke's perception is absolutely infallible.

This guy is the tree-shaped witch. Besides, if he guessed wrong, young Dolan wouldn't have such a drastic change in expression.

So there is only one possibility.

This guy is a deep diver.

It's similar to the kind in the spy world where people were sent out to be spies very early but have not been used for more than ten years.

Considering that this guy is being trained as the next generation of Dolan.

This is very possible.

Because only Dolan is qualified to touch the heart of the Bloody Queen preserved by Dolan's Church.

If this is the case, it would explain why this young Dolan has no memory of anything related to the tree-shaped witch in the past year.

Locke's thoughts were spinning, he looked at the pale young Dolan and sneered.

"Send him to the special interrogation room and put him in Calder's cage. By the way, tell Calder that this guy is an undercover agent of the tree-shaped witch. His purpose is to resurrect the Blood Queen after becoming Dolan. "

"yes."

The SHIELD agent nodded in response and dragged the young Dolan, who was almost fainting from fear, towards the outside.

Young Dolan reacted at this moment.

"Wait a moment."

"Wait, don't take me away. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Don't lock me up with Calder."

The young Dolan shouted with all his strength and a distorted expression.

Agent SHIELD stopped again and looked at Locke.

Locke's face was expressionless: "No need, you can talk or not, just take it away."

Young Dolan's face turned pale. Just as he was about to continue shouting, his mouth was covered.

The SHIELD agent no longer hesitated and dragged young Dolan out of the conference room like a dead dog.

Young Dolan's sobs died away.

Natasha looked at Locke: "You have been trying to find out where the tree-shaped witch is, why don't you listen to what he has to say?"

Locke shrugged: "No need."

"Why?"

"I don't want to listen to his nonsense."

Locke said, and then, after looking around the conference room, he finally looked at the fireplace in front of him.

In the witch's memory, the heart of the bloody queen Clarke was hidden behind this fireplace.

But...

"Where is Chloe?"

"Downstairs."

"Let her come up. There is a magic mechanism that needs her help to open."

"Okay."

Natasha nodded and turned to look at the SHIELD agent standing at the door.

After a while.

Led by the SHIELD agent, Chloe walked in from outside with her eyes wandering, a little scared and curious.

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Where is the headquarters of the Dolan Church.

Who would have thought that a little witch like her could walk in so openly and openly.

If this had happened before today, no, if this had happened an hour ago, it would have been something that I would never have dared to think about.

Mom, your daughter has made great progress.

Chloe couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Just then.

She heard Locke's voice, and after coming back to her senses, she saw Locke waving at her from the fireplace, glanced at the SHIELD agent beside her, and then hurried over.

"Shi... Sir."

"Sir?"

Locke listened to Chloe's title and glanced at Natasha: "Did you really recruit this little witch?"

Natasha shrugged and said: "You Sentinels don't like it, but we SHIELD do."

Locke laughed and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he pointed to the fireplace in front of him and said to Chloe: "There is a magic space in it. Try to see if it can be opened."

Magic space?

Chloe's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she looked at the fireplace in front of her, carefully said "I'll try", then stretched out her hands, closed her eyes, calmed down, and sensed the magic fluctuations around her.

Soon.

She felt the magical fluctuations hidden in the fireplace, or more precisely, perfectly integrated with the fireplace.

But!

"I can't open it." Chloe opened her eyes, looked at Locke, and shook her head.

Locke raised her eyebrows: "No, or no?"

"No."

Chloe explained: "I am a dream witch, I don't understand space magic, I don't know the spell, I can't play..."

Locke interrupted: "I have it."

Chloe was slightly stunned and looked at Locke.

"You have it?"

"Yes, I really do."

Locke nodded, then recalled the spell that the witch in the plundering witch's memory used to open the magic space of the fireplace, and told Chloe again.

Chloe silently repeated Locke's retelling in her heart.

Locke repeated it three times in a row before giving up.

He looked at Chloe who was mumbling silently with her eyes down, and after a while, he asked aloud: "How is it, can it be opened this time?"

Chloe raised her eyes and glanced at Locke: "I'll try."

Locke smiled slightly: "Okay, it doesn't matter if it can't be opened."

Anyway, there are so many wizards registered today, he doesn't believe that he can't find a three-legged toad, and a wizard who can do space magic.

Chloe didn't speak, took a deep breath again, and then stood in front of the fireplace again.

Locke pulled Natasha and stepped back a few steps, leaving Chloe enough safe space to cast spells.

The little witch Chloe closed her eyes and quietly sensed the magic fluctuations on the fireplace.

In fact, the principle of unlocking space magic is very simple, just find the keyhole and insert the key.

The spell is the key, she now has it, and what she needs to do now is to find the magic keyhole on the fireplace.

She was a little nervous, but also a little excited.

Although Locke said that it didn't matter if he couldn't solve it, if he did, he would definitely get a bonus for such a great achievement before being recruited.

No, I can't think about it anymore, Jingjing, come on, you can do it, Chloe.

Chloe quickly threw away the distracting thoughts in her mind, encouraged herself, calmed down, and quietly sensed the fluctuations of magic.

Locke and Natasha stood quietly at the back.

A SHIELD agent who went to search for other suspects on the floors of the building came from outside and was about to report his work.

The SHIELD agent standing at the door stopped him, pointed to the fireplace, and made a shushing gesture.

The SHIELD agent who came to report understood, covered his mouth, and made a received gesture.

But Locke still heard the movement behind.

However, Locke just turned his head and took a look, and didn't care. He retracted his gaze and looked at Chloe who seemed to be solving the problem seriously in front of the fireplace.

He looked at the time on his watch.

It's almost ten minutes.

Just when Locke was about to speak.

A crisp sound suddenly came from the fireplace.

Chloe opened her eyes with a look of surprise.

"It's open."

"..."