Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 70: Kidnapping an ignorant girl
Clare gently shielded the pouring rain with her hands and hurriedly walked through the wet streets.

Unlike her previous haste, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth now.

The rain was getting heavier, her clothes were sticking to her body, and she couldn't help but look at the red sports car moving slowly beside her.

This is the car where her cello is placed.

After biting her lip, she walked forward and knocked on the window.

"Can I get in the car with my cello?"

Rango looked at the girl in front of him, whose hair was covered with water droplets, and chuckled, "Of course."

Outside the car, heavy rain was pouring down, covering the city with a hazy veil.

As soon as Clare sat down, the man next to her considerately handed her a dry towel.

"Thank you."

She wiped the water stains off her face and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I made your car dirty."

"Haha, I guess McQueen wouldn't mind that, huh mate?"

As he spoke, Rango tapped the steering wheel.

Then, two big eyes suddenly appeared on the windshield, and McQueen's unique voice sounded: "McQueen never cares about these, as long as you don't scratch my paint. My paint is very expensive, and I use all the best."

Looking at McQueen's expressive face, Clare was completely confused. "Is this... a blessing from God?"

"I don't have a relationship with God, this is my family, but..."

Rango was a little surprised and asked, "Why do you think McQueen was blessed by God?"

The same thing happened in the Witch Academy before. When Mrs. Adams saw McQueen for the first time, she mistakenly thought that it was blessed by God, and that was why it could be transformed into a living being.

"Don't you know?" Clare explained, "There is a little bear in Ying Country who is just like your Teddy and McQueen. With God's blessing, it has evolved into a creature like humans."

"Oh, I remember there was another cat as well. After being blessed, he could not only speak human language, but also had extraordinary swordsmanship."

“There are others besides this.”

Clare named many animals or objects that were blessed by God. Although they were of different types, without exception, they were all like Teddy and McQueen. They not only had human thoughts, but also possessed other special abilities.

"How do you know they are blessed by God to have these abilities?" Rango asked curiously.

"It's just hearsay." Clare explained with a chuckle, "It's just that this is the reason they released it, so no one doubted it."

"I see." Rango smiled and shrugged. "If that's true, then God is really idle."

Clare smiled and took the initiative to bring up the topic, "Actually, I think God doesn't have to be an old man. Maybe he's a young and handsome man, just like you."

"is it?"

Rango glanced at the slightly shy girl beside him, and then followed Clare's words and whispered, "There is a saying in the East, 'The Buddha has no form, but takes the form of all living beings as his form.'"

"Appearance and body are just carriers of human belief. Whatever you think God is like, when He appears, He will be what you imagine He is like."

"Who knows, that old man God might be a black man."

"Hahaha"

Clare was amused and said, "It better not be, otherwise those believers will collapse."

Most of the believers of the three major Christian denominations in the United States - Catholicism, Orthodoxy and Protestantism - live in the southern region, where the people are tough and their thinking is relatively conservative.

If God is really a black man, it would be a bolt from the blue for them.

"That's great." Clare looked at Rango tenderly and said with a smile, "I haven't laughed like this for a long time." "What's wrong?" Rango asked with concern, "Are you worried about something?"

"Um"

The girl was not one to keep secrets, and she told the man next to her, whom she had only met once, directly about what had happened to her recently.

Just a few months ago, she was just an ordinary college student. Because she was inexplicably involved in the struggle between shadow hunters and vampires, she discovered the secrets of her family and the truth of the world.

She also learned that her father, who had always been so caring towards her, was actually just her stepfather.

These had a huge impact on her, so she took a year off from school.

While adjusting my mindset, I am also gradually learning how to be a good Shadow Hunter.

Hearing this, Rango's mouth corners slightly raised.

Then Clare said: "Sometimes, I really think that maybe I should go back to school and pretend that none of this happened, but this thought makes me feel very entangled."

After thinking for a moment, Rango asked gently, "How are you doing with the hunting magic of your family?"

"Not bad." Clare said truthfully: "My mother said that I am very talented and a natural born Shadowhunter."

"What about your academic performance?" Rango continued, "What's your GPA, 4.0? 3.0? 2.0?"

"Uh, about the same." Clare seemed a little embarrassed.

Rango nodded slightly, his tone containing both encouragement and realistic analysis: "If we live in a normal world, then no matter how bad your grades are, I would suggest that you finish college and find a stable job."

"It's a pity. I think you know how bad our world is."

"Besides, your GPA is indeed too low. In this country that advocates elite education, if you don't catch up with the first step, it will be impossible to catch up with you later."

"Of course, the final decision is yours. I just hope to help you see the road ahead more clearly."

Clare nodded slightly, her eyes involuntarily drifting towards the man beside her who was leaning against the window and smoking leisurely.

Rango left a very good impression on her. When they first met, he saved her stepfather and defeated the ugly devil with just a few punches and kicks.

When we met for the second time, just now, he also showed his witty and humorous conversation and profound thoughts.

The most important thing is that he is very handsome, completely different from those immature boys in the hunter group. The man next to him is full of male hormones.

It would be better if he had a little beard. She likes men with this daddy vibe.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she suddenly stopped talking, Rango turned his head and asked.

"It's okay."

Clare quickly turned her head to the other side, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she thought of her fantasy just now.

Here, Rango saw that the time was ripe. After a moment of silence, he frowned slightly and sighed softly.

"Why are you sighing?" Clare asked with concern, "What happened?"

He nodded slightly, then quickly shook his head, seeming a little hesitant: "There are indeed some things. But..."

Before he could finish his words, they were gently covered by Clare's somewhat cold palm.

"We are friends, aren't we?" Clare said to him seriously, "If you need help or just want to talk to someone, I'm here."

Rango looked at her deeply and said slowly, "Yesterday, my two cousins."

(End of this chapter)