American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Can't you speak louder so that I can have confidence in you? !

Locke's mouth twitched.

He recalled the girl's embarrassment when she mispronounced the spell, and her pale face when the hound pounced on her. If it was the future Supreme Witch, he might be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the sixteen-year-old girl in front of me.

The moonlight shone on the puddles in the alley, reflecting a face full of distrust.

“I am truly a magician.”

The night wind howled, and Zatanna sniffed, "Although I'm only sixteen, I'm truly the heir of a legitimate magic family."

She pulled a worn parchment booklet from the inside pocket of her jacket.

"Look, this is the exorcism method clearly written in the Illustrated Book of Magical Creatures."

"I absolutely followed the banishment spell according to procedure."

I believe in the magic family, but

Locke glanced at the magic book that was turning pages automatically, then looked at the girl's dusty coat.

Forget about being a serious magician.

Locke sighed heavily and rubbed his temples:

"Alright, alright, serious wizard lady, please send me back quickly. I have a half-grown child and a baby crying for food at home."

"baby?"

As if a keyword was triggered, Zatanna suddenly moved closer, her emerald eyes sparkling with curiosity in the moonlight. She almost put her face in front of Locke, with the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

"I remember now." Her eyes widened. "It's you! The parent of that demon baby!"

"Demon baby?"

Ignoring the noisy girl, Locke narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What do you mean by this, Miss Magician?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Zatanna covered her mouth and took two steps back. She waved her hands repeatedly with a look of embarrassment and panic on her face: "Magic baby! I mean magic baby!"

"Hahaha……"

She tried to cover up her slip of the tongue with a dry laugh, pointing at herself and saying, "I noticed it during the performance tonight. The magical energy emanating from that little darling was as bright as a beacon!"

"Yes, Mr. Farmer."

"How's that? The magician and the sorcerer are the same person. Isn't that cool?"

Welcome the third tool man and power bank.

Chapter 61 Are you coming to the West Coast?!

"Sorry, sorry."

Zatanna covered her mouth and took two steps back. She waved her hands repeatedly with a look of embarrassment and panic on her face: "Magic baby! I mean magic baby!"

"I didn't expect to see you at night, but that hound doesn't just randomly pick its prey."

"A small town like Smallville actually..."

Lowering her voice, her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity. She took a step closer, lowered her voice, and asked with a hint of mystery:

"Which school are you from? Merlin? Solomon? Do you know Zata?"

"I'm just an ordinary farmer."

Locke's voice was calm, interrupting the girl's chattering directly: "Please take me back."

"Right now." He emphasized the last three words.

"Alright alright……"

Zatanna smiled awkwardly, stood on tiptoe as instructed, and placed one hand solemnly on Locke's broad shoulder.

She took a deep breath, mobilized all her magic power, and recited the irony clearly and quickly:

"Elvemos is back!"

hum-

A golden light brighter than before suddenly burst out, enveloping the two of them, and then quickly dimmed and dissipated.

The alley was dead silent.

what……

It didn't happen either.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling through the narrow passage.

Blinking blankly, Zatanna felt the magic power in her body almost being drained away, and a bad premonition crept into her heart:

like

Is the magic power insufficient? Is it because the distance is too far? But why is it too far?

In theory, traveling from Metropolis to Smallville shouldn't consume such a huge amount of magic power.

"Wow--"

A gust of night wind swirled into the alley, and like a playful hand, it brought with it a colorful flyer, which slapped against Locke's overalls leg.

Locke bent down and picked up the paper with two fingers.

San Francisco Food Festival!

Six brightly colored characters are prominently printed at the top of the promotional poster, alongside a drawing of the Golden Gate Bridge and an alluring lobster.

Locke's eyes froze.

He remembered clearly that the moment before the golden light was transmitted to the farmland, he caught a whisper on the wind, which was clearly -

"The Capital's Great Sending"

But now...

"Ms. Zatanna."

Folding the flyer slowly, Locke's voice was frighteningly gentle:

"Can you explain why we're on the West Coast?"

"The straight-line distance from here to Smallwell Farm is probably halfway across America, right?"

"......."

Her Adam's apple rolled, and a drop of cold sweat slid uncontrollably down Zatanna's smooth cheek, gleaming faintly under the neon light.

"Well, it seems that's because..."

"Your magic resistance is relatively high?"

The girl struggled to form her words. "When the teleportation spell was activated, the magic power drawn from me... went completely out of control! It was like a floodgate suddenly opened... all at once... it flew all over the place... and went too far."

Looking at the girl sweating profusely and almost crying, and thinking of the almost straight line from Kansas to California on the map of the United States, Locke was so angry that he laughed.

What is magic...

and many more…

Magic resistance?

Locke noticed the blind spot.

He concentrated his mind and looked inward, and suddenly discovered that the Genshan Qi in his body had become more active and stronger.

It seems that a huge amount of external energy was partially absorbed by his body?

Case solved! It turns out that mountain energy isn't just enhanced by eating...

Even pure energy can be directly absorbed and transformed?!

In that case, can all magicians with magical powers use them as power banks for themselves?

Thinking of this, Locke couldn't help but look at the girl with lingering interest.

The look was so direct that it frightened Zatanna so much that she shuddered and instinctively hugged her arms.

"Mr. Farmer?"

She forced a smile on her face, like a shivering sheep.

He made a 'hush' gesture to signal the girl to shut up, then Locke smiled 'kindly', reached into the bottomless pocket of his overalls, took out his flip phone, dialed the rich guy's private number, and then put the receiver close to his ear.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The long busy tone was particularly clear in the silent alley, repeating monotonously, and finally...

It was replaced by a short busy tone and an automatic hang-up.

?

What's going on, rich bro?

At this time, according to Lionel's nocturnal lifestyle, he should be hugging a girl and talking at a banquet with great energy.

"What the hell."

Locke didn't feel like calling again. He just mumbled and searched through the address book. He paused for a moment on the name 'Gray Gina Hutchinson', then hesitantly pressed the dial button.

"Du...du..."

The phone rang only twice before being quickly picked up.

There was a sudden clattering sound on the other end of the receiver, followed by a low cry of pain, as if someone had rolled off the bed in a hurry and knocked over something.

"Mr. Locke?"

The assistant's voice was obviously sleepy, but fortunately her professionalism made her wake up instantly.

"Good evening! Go ahead, I'm listening."

The sound of papers flipping quickly came from the background, and she seemed to get into work mode immediately.

"I'm in San Francisco," Locke said briefly. "I'm in a little trouble. Can you find a way to get me back to Smallville?"

"......."

There was a strange silence on the other end of the phone.

The silence was so intense that Locke felt a little embarrassed and said, "If not, I can do it myself..."

But before he could finish, Gray's breathing became noticeably faster, and her voice became even lower, with an incredible excitement.

"Mr. Locke! You... you are in the West Sea"

"Cough cough..."

Gray seemed to realize that her voice was too loud, so she lowered her voice again. "Is it a secret mission? Do you need any support from me?"

"I…"

Locke opened his mouth, looking at Zatanna who was looking curious, and the completely unfamiliar streets of San Francisco.

He finally decided to give up explaining:

"I guess so. Now we need to go back as soon as possible."

"Understood! Then please look towards the city center immediately!" The secretary's voice suddenly became energetic, and the sound of keyboard tapping could be heard in the background. "There's a Luther Group helicopter on the top floor of the tallest building. I'll notify the pilot on duty right away!"

Locke looked up as he was told, his eyes penetrating the dazzling and blurry night scene of San Francisco.

Sure enough, among the densely packed buildings, a glass curtain wall building pierced the night sky like a sharp sword, with a striking red aviation warning light flashing on the top.

LionelCorp

The familiar sign glowed coldly in the night, making Locke feel a little at ease in this strange city.

But just as he was about to hang up, Gray on the other end of the phone suddenly hesitated, her tone becoming hesitant:

"Um, Mr. Locke, Boss recently mentioned the Asia-Pacific region..."

There was a subtle hint of worry in Gray's voice.