Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 36 "I Just Know a Few Places That Would Be Suitable for Her"

At night, the museum no longer had the cheerful atmosphere of the past, but was filled with silence and depression.

Not only were the models in the window silent, but even Stan, who was originally the most noisy, was now lying listlessly in front of the door, sobbing as he looked at the man behind the service desk who had not spoken a word since he entered the door.

Rango slammed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and rubbed his face hard in exhaustion.

He had been smoking all night long, but he still couldn't think of a way to deal with Emma.

Are you deceiving yourself into thinking that she has admitted her mistake and just pretending nothing happened?

Please, this little girl is an out-and-out bad person. The number of lives she has killed is so great that you can’t even count them on one hand. If she were put in a normal school, who knows how many innocent people she would have killed.

When Rango thought about how he was worried that she would be bullied, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

So, hand it over to the police?
Not to mention that she didn't have any substantial evidence in her hands, and even if the police convicted her, according to New York State law, Emma wouldn't even be able to take legal action because of her young age.

Even if they are sent to court for trial, at most they will be sent to training schools, youth reform centers, and other correctional institutions with a prison character.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust these institutions, but he thinks that instead of sending them there, it’s better to do the physical correction himself.

Even the thought of shooting her dead had flashed through his mind.

Teddy was watching quietly from the side. After noticing the inner struggle and contradiction of his good brother Rango, he couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't think too much, buddy. Emma's attitude of admitting her mistakes before doesn't seem fake. Why don't we just leave it like this for now?"

"How about this first?"

After hearing this, Rango pointed at Emma who was sleeping on a bench not far away and said seriously, "Look at her. From killing her father to attacking you, every time was carefully planned? With such deep scheming, do you really believe that she will sincerely admit her mistakes and repent?"

"Also," he paused for a moment, his emotions becoming more agitated, "Sending her to school like this is like sending a wolf among the sheep. If she had killed a few drug dealers or gangsters, I might have felt grateful that the Wen family had successors, but she only dared to attack innocent people! How can you let me leave her alone?"

Teddy shrugged helplessly. According to his idea, he would just send the girl back to the orphanage.

But judging from Rango's look, he must have made up his mind to keep a close eye on her and won't let Emma go out and harm others again.

"Well, well, well~ (Look~)"

Just when Rango was feeling depressed, a hearty and slightly teasing laugh came from the stairwell.

Father Gabriel Amos, the only man in the museum who was allowed to come out for some fresh air, walked over with a cigar in his mouth, like a gangster.

"I've never seen such a tangled expression on old man Anderson's face. Are you really his grandson? Were you adopted?"

After hearing this teasing, Rango waved his hands helplessly and said, "Father, I'm not in the mood to joke right now. Please do as you please, just don't disturb me."

Seeing this, Father Amos restrained his smile, his eyes fell on Emma, ​​he shook his head gently, and sighed: "Another child chosen by the devil, it is really a headache."

Rango was stunned when he heard this, then stood up suddenly, stared at him and asked, "What did you just say?"

Amos did not respond to Rango's question immediately, but slowly approached Emma, ​​stared at her deeply, and then said in an unquestionable tone:

"This huge amount of malice is not something a normal person can possess. If I'm not mistaken, is her mother already dead?"

"That's right," Rango walked over quickly, "My sister died of dystocia when she gave birth to her. And what do you mean by the devil you just mentioned?" Looking at Rango's anxious eyes, Amos thought for a while and told the truth:

"This is a devil's sacrificial ritual. Even if her biological mother doesn't die in childbirth, she will die unexpectedly in the next few years. The child chosen by her will inevitably magnify one of the seven deadly sins, such as jealousy or arrogance, from the moment of her death."

"And in the future, they will even awaken various abilities beyond ordinary people."

"So, what's the price of all this?" Rango's voice was calm and heavy.

Amos showed a slight surprise, and then replied: "The price is to become a puppet of the devil, lose yourself, and be at its mercy."

After hearing this, Rango was silent for a moment, then turned to Teddy and forced a bitter smile:
"You see, it turns out that Emma is not what we thought. She should have been a good girl. I knew it. I knew that my sister's child would definitely not be a bad one."

However, this self-consolation was soon replaced by the anger brought by the truth. Rango's smile slowly faded, and his voice suddenly became cold:
"So, which fucking devil did this?"

"Sacrificing my sister just to train a puppet?!"

Amos did not evade the question and answered directly, "As far as I know, in my later years, a great demon in hell was selecting a leader for his future legion, and his approach was very similar to what Emma encountered."

"Who?!" Rango asked.

Amos glanced at him, then slowly said, "He should be considered an old acquaintance of yours—the Yellow-Eyed Devil."

After hearing what he said, Rango was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. "I knew it. It's this bastard again! He not only killed my parents, but also my sister."

"Don't be impulsive, Rango," Amos tried to comfort him, "He is more powerful than you can imagine, and I don't think you need to be too impatient. That guy has many enemies in hell, and he might be killed by other big demons one day."

"Put your hopes of revenge on others?"

Rango sneered, his eyes flashing with determination: "This is not the way we Wen family do things."

The feeling of relief that Emma was not born bad was now filled with hatred.

"I admire your courage, but you are still far from being able to deal with him now."

Amos patted Rango's shoulder, his eyes full of concern and admonition, "Acting impulsively will only put yourself in a more dangerous situation. Don't be reckless."

Rango's eyes swept over Amos. He could understand Amos's disapproval of him, but Rango himself was very clear about it.

As long as he can fill up the system's progress bar, even if it is a big devil, he will be able to kill it with his own hands one day to avenge his family.

"What about Emma?" He changed the subject and asked, "Do you have a way to seal her amplified malice?"

Amos pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head regretfully.

"The most ideal way is to go to the Vatican and ask for the Pope's blessing. But because of your grandfather, I don't think the Vatican will welcome you."

Just when Rango was disappointed, the old man changed the subject and said, "However, I happen to know a few other places that are suitable for this child to go."

"Believe me," the old man blinked and said seriously, "For Emma, ​​being chosen by the devil is not necessarily a bad thing."

(End of this chapter)