Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 157: Full of energy, take Wednesday home together

In the hall, except for Rango and Teddy, all the witches in the academy had solemn expressions. They sat around the edge of the sofa, their eyes involuntarily wandering to an office upstairs. The air was filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

The originally soft and flowing jazz music had been replaced by passionate rock music at some point, and its sound waves penetrated the door and echoed in everyone's ears.

"I'm on the highway to hell~~"

“highway to hell~~”

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Zoe looked around. The expressions of the witch elders were heavier than each other. She couldn't help but said, "Fiona..."

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the cold gaze of the red-haired witch: "Forget about this person, and never mention her name again!"

After being yelled at for no apparent reason, Zoe was stunned for a moment, then looked to Principal Cordelia for help.

However, Fiona's biological daughter had been curled up in a corner of the sofa like a stone statue since she entered the house. She had not participated in any conversation, and did not even go upstairs with Rango and others to confront them. She just silently drank a glass of strong tequila, and then immersed herself in her own grief.

Zoe and Queenie looked at each other and saw confusion and worry in each other's eyes.

Although they didn't understand what had happened, judging from the situation, their Supreme Witch might have really made a big mistake. Even the Witch Association and the headmaster were powerless and could only watch.

Then she glanced at Emma and Wednesday who were sitting together and whispering. Emma, ​​who had disappeared for a whole week, was now much thinner than before. Her originally rosy face was now unhealthily pale. She was wearing a men's jacket and had a smile on her face. It was obvious that she was in a very good mood.

It is in stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere around it.

boom--

The sound of a door opening hastily broke the silence. Everyone was startled and sat up straight. Except for the two kids who were still chatting as if nothing had happened, the rest of them were frightened and secretly glanced towards the stairs.

Rango was seen walking down the stairs with a happy look on his face. His solid-color shirt was stained red with blood, and even his face was covered in bloodstains. The teddy bear behind him was not spared either. Its fur was stained with a shocking red, and it was dragging a black bag dripping with blood. The scene was horrifying.

“highway to hell~~”

Rango held a cigarette butt in his mouth and hummed a classic song by AC/DC. Seeing the nervous expressions of the people in the hall, he grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth: "Why so serious?"

“Don’t be so nervous”

He walked forward slowly, patted Emma's head gently, then looked around at the witches and shrugged, "I'm not an unreasonable person. Now that Emma has been resurrected and the culprit is dead, let's end this matter here."

As soon as these words came out, all the members of the association, led by the red-haired witch, breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long ago, the guy on the opposite side had an attitude of fighting to the death. If it were someone else, they would just treat him as a joke, but Rango was not only powerful, but also had an official organization as his backing. Even the Witch Association was afraid that if they really angered him, half of their people would die here.

Cordelia in the corner couldn't help but tremble when she heard him say that the culprit was dead. In fact, after learning from Emma and Madison that it was Fiona who did it, she had guessed this ending, but at this moment the sadness still surged like a tide and she could hardly control herself.

But no one cared about her at this time. Teddy even dragged the black bag oozing with blood in front of her and said breathlessly: "Inside is your mother's body that has been chopped into dozens of pieces. Take it out and bury it."

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Cordelia took the heavy bag with shaking hands. Although she was fully prepared, she didn't have the courage to open the bag and take a look. Thinking of her mother's miserable death, she raised her head angrily with red eyes: "Isn't it enough for you to kill her? Why do you torture her corpse?"

Teddy spread his hands innocently and said, "We don't want to either, but doesn't she know how to bring the dead back to life? What if she comes back to life if we don't dismember her?"

Cordelia glared at Teddy with hatred in her eyes, then picked up the bag and staggered to prepare for the final funeral for her mother.

At this moment, the red-haired witch who had always had a grudge against Fiona coldly said, "Why not cremate it? If it is burned to ashes, it will never be resurrected."

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With the old witch's advice, Cordelia naturally couldn't bury her mother smoothly. A group of people immediately got busy in the backyard, setting up a wooden frame, preparing to cremate Fiona and Madison together.

While they were busy, Rango and Teddy found a bedroom and thoroughly washed the blood off their bodies.

Blood and water intertwined, dyeing the bathroom floor a light pink. Rango sighed softly, feeling a little dissatisfied with his own fighting method.

Of course, he didn't mind blood. He had seen even bloodier things when he was in Africa before. But he felt that with his current status, it was a bit too low to have to get close and swing his fists every time he fought.

He was still thinking about the golden altar of faith he brought back from the mysterious island. He originally planned to process it into bullets, but after consulting Amos, the old man seemed to have a different opinion.

After taking a bath, Rango raised his hand to take a towel to wipe his body, but unexpectedly found that the towel hanging there was a pink patterned towel, which was obviously for little girls. His hand froze in mid-air, and then his eyes shifted subtly.

Next, Teddy rinsed off the dirt and quickly shook off his body. In a short while, all the water stains on his body were gone.

Just as he was about to go out, a hand suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed his head.

There was a flurry of activity and wailing:
"What are you doing?"

"Do me a favor."

"Walter?! NO! Stop! Be gentle, wait, don't use me to wipe your bottom!!!"

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Not long after, Rango sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel, looking refreshed. Teddy's complaints from the bathroom were heard in his ears. He smiled and looked at his wrist.

It’s worth mentioning that the evil spirit with the axe was indeed quite powerful, but in the face of the Blue Fist that could cause tons of damage to supernatural creatures, although it took some effort, it still broke this guy into pieces and turned it into system nutrients.

The system progress, which was just one step away from completion, was finally full again!
In Rango's palm, the four totems shone brightly - a dagger, a ghost, a stone, and a cat that replaced Toothless.

cat?
Rango couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and muttered to himself, is he thinking of himself as an animal manager? First came the bear, then the dragon, and now there's a cat pattern.

Various images related to cats flashed through his mind: The Lion King? No, wouldn't it be more convenient to just draw a lion?

Booth? But Clare said there was already a Puss in Boots in Europe.

Garfield? That doesn't help his strength.

Could it be Tom?!

Rango was shocked. If it was really Tom, then this time he would be rich.
But according to the nature of the system, it should be impossible to give him such an awesome summon. For example, before he drew Toothless, he always thought that the winged lizard pattern was a reference to Deathwing or Smaug.

etc.
At this moment, a thought flashed through Rango's mind like lightning, and a lewd smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a figure wearing a black tight leather jacket, cat ears and a graceful figure appeared in his mind.

Hehe, if it's Catwoman, it's not bad.
Just as he was immersed in his fantasy, Emma suddenly trotted in from the door and threw herself into his arms as lightly as a deer.

After being pulled by her uncle's ear and scolded, Emma has now changed into her usual school skirt and washed off all the smoky makeup on her face.

Rango stroked her hair gently and said earnestly, "Don't dress up so carelessly in the future. Children should behave like children, okay?"

"Yeah." Emma nodded obediently and lay on his naked chest for a long time, unwilling to get up.

Rango, who sensed something was wrong, picked up Emma and put her aside. After he was dressed, he said to her seriously, "Go back to your room and pack your things. We will leave for home soon."

"Go home?" Emma asked puzzledly, "Aren't you going to study at the Witch Academy anymore?"

Rango shook his head slightly. "I killed the Supreme Witch in front of so many people. Even though those old guys didn't say anything, they all had a lot of complaints about me in their hearts."

"Go back. Anyway, except for the one that can bring back the dead, the other abilities of the seven formations are not rare. And your uncle knows a place where there are many dark wizards who are more powerful than Fiona. If you want to learn, I will take you there and accompany you."

When Emma heard that she could stay with Rango, she immediately nodded happily and hugged him tightly again.

Rango felt her closeness, but something strange arose in his heart. He always felt that this girl was different from before, and seemed to be much closer to him.

Emma looked up at Rango, her eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Can you come home with me for a few days on Wednesday?"

"Wednesday?"

Rango asked curiously, "Are you close to her?"

"Yeah, when I was chatting with her downstairs before, I said I wanted to go home for a few days, and she said she also wanted to go back with me, as it was boring to stay here." Emma nodded and explained.

Thinking of the little girl who had asked to help him threaten the Witch Association, Rango shrugged and agreed without hesitation.

When Emma heard this, she let go of him happily and ran to tell Wednesday the good news.

Rango looked at her cheerful back and couldn't help touching his chin. She was different now. Not only did she make friends, but she also walked with a bounce. She was no longer the little adult pretending to be mature.

(End of this chapter)