A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 301

New Orleans.

A technology that is more mysterious than modern.

Located in the southern part of the Commonwealth, New Orleans, this name has a lot of connections with France.

Actually.

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. There is even a voodoo city.

In the past...

In those days of high spirits, black slaves from the African continent came to the port of New Orleans in a steady stream, and then they were transported to all parts of the Federation.

At that time, there was voodoo in Africa.

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 came to New Orleans with the group of black slaves at that time.

Basically, any extraordinary ability that sets foot in the Federation starts from New Orleans and spreads out.

even……

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

Same as the rules of the New York vampires.

But Locke has never had a face-to-face with the vampires in New York so far. It seems that every time he passes, the vampires will avoid him.

This is amazing.

And here in New Orleans?

hum!

A silver-white Audi r8 has left New Orleans at this moment, heading directly towards the destination of the trip to Lake Railay, swept away like silver-white lightning.

Inside the car.

Locke and Gwen, who called, announced that they were safe, then hung up the phone and looked at Carrie, who was sitting next to 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 not the same."

Carrie opened her mouth.

"smell?"

"Ok."

Locke looked at Carrie's gradually becoming weird eyes, reacted, and explained, "I'm talking about the smell, not the taste. I haven't eaten vampires and werewolves."

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

What, do you really plan to taste the taste of vampires or werewolves if you have the chance?

If Carrie hadn't known Locke for so long, she probably would have thought that Locke was a psychopath.

etc.

Is it Locke?

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

After Locke over there finished speaking, he turned his attention to the road in front of him again.

Only what he saw, heard and felt would record those smells and characteristics.

but……

A vampire or something, Locke has seen one, and it feels like a mutated vampire, a genuine vampire who is afraid of garlic and mercury, but Locke has never seen it.

Mavis?

Mavis is not a serious vampire, she is the daughter of a vampire and a witch. Let's put it this way, Mavis' bat body is not created by vampire power, but by her inherited witch power.

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

Anyway...

If it is a diamond vampire, Locke is very familiar with their smell, but here in New Orleans, the smell is similar to the smell of vampires asked in New York City.

The reason why it is called similar is because Locke has never seen vampires in New York City, or the same sentence, vampires in New York City, even if they see Locke themselves, they are so detours.

"never mind."

Locke smiled and looked at Carrie next to him: "The group of bats shouldn't be involved."

His main experience of buying orders is still in the ordinary world. If he can't come to the extraordinary, then there is no need to come here. After all, it is not a question of who to choose between a crushing game and a tailwind game.

after awhile.

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

Open the door.

Locke took off the glasses on his face that were not produced by the system. He was a little curious, and looked at the crowd of people who were moving towards the Laili Lake as if they dared to gather.

"What's this... for?"

"Witch Trials."

"what?"

When Carrie, who was standing at the passenger door, heard these words, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice, and then she saw the woman standing next to Locke.

Women are not the point, witches are the point.

Is this person a witch?

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

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

"So……"

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

Locke shook his head: "No."

Say something.

Cordelia smiled and said, "If you didn't come here to attend the witch trial rally, then few out-of-towners would come here, especially New Yorkers."

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

"Oh."

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

Locke made a false move to lift his cowboy hat.

You are from New York, as are your whole family.

New Yorker?

These days, other than New Yorkers who proudly say that they are New Yorkers, who else would call themselves that?

Lao Tzu is from Greater Texas, the Lone Star State.

Texas Lone Star Cowboys!

The place where the great cowboy was born, where the devil and the covenant travel, and where the mystery is blessed by the Lone Star.

Of course.

Saying this, in fact, there are still some other intentions.

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

What is there in New York?

I'm afraid it's not even a hair.

Cordelia Fox looked at Locke, who had falsely mentioned her cowboy hat, and was slightly taken aback: "Really, you are from Texas?"

"Yes."

"Well, my fault."

Cordelia said so, she had some doubts that Locke meant something, but she had no evidence.

but……

It's not good to come to participate in the witch trial opportunity.

Cordelia thought so in her heart, smiled with Locke and Carrie, and said, "I wish you all a good time." Then she 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, you can see the crowd of people who, one after another, set off towards Lake Railay, as if they were going to some witches' gathering.

Exactly.

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……

"Coming from abroad?"

"right."

"Just arrived."

"...That's right."

"No wonder, it's from New York."

Locke and Carrie looked at each other and confirmed that no labels were attached to their faces. Cordelia Fox seemed to have revealed their origins at a glance.

But Cordelia is a witch, understandably.

But this lady boss in front of you?

Is it open?

The proprietress looked at the expression on Locke's face, smiled, pointed to the Audi r8 parked outside the window: "That's your car, that's right."

Locke looked at the proprietress and nodded.

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

The next second.

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

For some reason, Locke felt that he seemed to understand.

The proprietress immediately said that since January this year, more and more New Yorkers seem to be driving an Audi r8 or rent a car in New Orleans, especially the Audi r8.

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

Naturally, the Audi r8 made the list with the influence of New York.

As for why this is so.

It may be that those New Yorkers in New York City think that the Audi r8 will not be stolen by car thieves if the door is locked or not in New York City, and it should be similar when they leave New York City.

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

Carrie pursed her lips, looked at the joking proprietress with a smile: "Boss, you won't kill us, will you?"

I advise you to be kind, Madam Boss.

The proprietress smiled and said, "My cafe has been open for almost 30 years. Except for regular customers, no one comes here. However, if you are going to Lake Railay, you'd better hire a local leader."

"Why?"

"If there is no local people to lead the way, you will be lost in the forest."

The proprietress seemed to rarely have foreign tourists come here, she opened the chat box 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, Lake Laili will swallow people. ."

Carrie was slightly stunned: "No way."

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

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

Locke shook his head.

"According to legend..."

When the proprietress said this, she paused, looked at Locke, and said with a smile, "There is a new cake in our store that is good. Would you like to try it when I tell a story?"

Locke was a little speechless~www.mtlnovel.com~ But, he still nodded: "Of course."

On the road!

The proprietress thought so in her heart, and then, looking at Locke and Carrie, said, "This matter, speaking of it, has something to do with the witch trials you saw when you first came in."

said.

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

"Have you heard of the Salem witch trials?"

Chapter end