dognovel Chapter 496 A Place I Don’t Want to Go
Chapter 496 A Place I Don’t Want to Go
Michela felt uncomfortable in the High Castle.
Humans are obviously different from vampires in many aspects, such as smell, body temperature and skin color, and it is difficult to avoid the latter's recognition. Therefore, Miss Butterfly Knife does not like to hang out in the fortress, which always makes her feel the gaze of predators. Even a vampire soldier standing guard in the corner does not look very friendly when looking at humans.
If it weren't for the previous invasion, where Ophelia led the Hydra soldiers in a brutal killing spree, the status of humans in the High Castle Fortress would have remained as cheap as before.
For example, these three nightclub prostitutes now.
Objectively speaking, the facts are indeed as Ophelia said.
These three unlucky women—one from Ukraine, one from Belarus, and one a war refugee from nearby Bosnia and Herzegovina—had smuggled themselves into Prague seeking a living, only to end up in the prostitution industry. Their previous jobs weren't exactly free; their illegal status combined with high commissions meant they couldn't earn much money no matter how much they sold their bodies, and they were often bullied by gang members.
Now that I've arrived at the High Castle Fortress, although my status remains low, my living standards have at least improved, and as long as I don't commit suicide, my life is not in danger. Vampires are more concerned about food quality, but for humans, there are too many things that affect blood, especially medicine.
Therefore, once a blood slave falls ill, he will be sent directly to the hospital near the blood-extracting factory in the south, and will be brought back after he recovers. This is a full industry chain service.
These three nightclub prostitutes are about to undergo a full physical examination.
Perhaps the three of them have never experienced such meticulous medical services in their lives. Fortunately, they are still young and in their early twenties, so there should not be any major problems with their bodies. But if they are really diagnosed with some genetic disease, they will probably just have to work as cleaners.
After making the relevant arrangements, Ophelia turned her attention to the suitcase.
After devouring the antique dealer Eric, all the previous questions were answered.
pat!
The password was entered correctly, and the suitcase made a crisp sound. Ophelia lifted the heavy lid and saw the mysterious antique inside. It was a long, silvery object, roughly the size of a small thermos, but its shape was very irregular, like a cylinder made up of several smooth trapezoidal, triangular, and square surfaces.
The center is also concave and folded inward at a large angle.
She recognized what it was.
Obelisk.
This was a key item in the early seasons of the Marvel series "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." It contained a Terrigen crystal, which could stimulate the bloodline of unawakened Inhumans and make them manifest. In layman's terms, if an ordinary person is born with Inhuman genes, then touching the Terrigen crystal would allow them to awaken the superpowers of this gene.
As for whether the superpowers carried by this gene are gold, wood, water, fire, earth, body hardening, organ regeneration, or predicting the future, it depends on fate. At least the series "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." did not give a very positive explanation of the rules. This has resulted in many Inhumans with different styles, and many of them have completely turned into monsters because of awakening their superpowers.
It's quite similar to X-Men.
Even the situation of being ostracized by ordinary people after the news spread was very similar.
Although... this also had something to do with Marvel not having fully reclaimed the X-Men rights at the time, and they were desperate to create a replacement. However, they did tend to favor some differences, such as the Inhumans' origin story, which features the Kree, an alien race that arrived in ancient Earth, capturing primitive humans for experimentation with the intention of creating biological weapons, ultimately leading to the creation of the Inhumans.
A tentacle slowly touched it.
As soon as it touched the surface of the obelisk, the entire tentacle began to solidify rapidly starting from the contact area, and cracks of various sizes appeared on the surface, like a half-broken stone that had been hit hard. Ophelia forcefully cut off the unsolidified roots to avoid turning herself into stone.
She picked up the remaining tentacle and sensed it. It had completely lost its Blacklight virus properties. Even after being severed, the remaining living part quickly turned to stone. This was consistent with the depiction of the obelisk in the series: its outer shell was a technological creation of the alien Kree race, virtually impossible to open by creatures other than those carrying Inhuman genes, and any contact would result in petrification.
But I don't have any Inhumans here...
How about adopting one?
Ophelia immediately thought of the Inhumans in "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.", the most famous of whom is "Shockwave" Daisy Johnson, the hacker "Skye" from the Rising Tide organization at the beginning of the story. She is probably in her early teens now and is being moved around in various foster families by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
This person is the regular protagonist, regular heroine, and regular harem member of all major Marvel fan fictions... Look for her again when you have a chance, but it's best not to alert S.H.I.E.L.D.
After locking the suitcase, Ophelia opened another one.
The box contained three pottery jars that looked very much like ancient Egyptian artifacts. Given that the levitation cloak had no reaction, they were probably just artifacts.
"Okay, I'll take you to the museum when I have time."
After comforting the levitation cloak, Ophelia took out her notebook and reviewed the information she had previously written down about the antique dealer Eric. However, she had been busy the past two days, so she decided to take a break and sort through this information in depth later. After packing up, Ophelia walked into the room with the obelisk suitcase, her movements almost silently, so as not to wake Michelle from her sleep.
Miss Butterfly Knife was lying on her side on the big bed in the middle, with a thin sheet covering her body, revealing only one beautiful leg wrapped in black stockings, which made her look even more seductive. Glancing at the high heels and various objects scattered on the ground, it was not difficult to imagine what happened when she left.
But she knew Michelle didn't like the way she looked.
Now that things in Prague are over, I should spend two days with Michela before heading to Vessanico.
A few minutes later, Miss Watson was fretting over her wardrobe.
There wasn't a single piece of men's clothing in the room. Aside from the pieces for Lady Viper, the rest of the clothing reflected the two women's mischievous tastes and was hardly something they could wear properly on the street. Many of the clothes had even been brought from London by Michelle. God knows how dedicated she was to dressing Miss Watson, even paying the extra shipping fee.
After a long search, Miss Watson could only come up with a short gothic skirt, a black tulle hat, a lace choker, long gloves, high stockings with suspenders, and a pair of custom-made over-the-knee leather boots. Anyway, with her physique, she wouldn't sweat even with strenuous exercise, so even a full-body latex suit wouldn't look good in her for a whole day, let alone leather boots.
After getting dressed, she moved a chair to sit beside the bed and admired Michelle's sleeping face.
It's been a long time since I last watched it.
Half of the woman's face was buried in the pillow. The slight frown between her brows in her sleep had long disappeared, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. Considering her and Nisha's abilities in this area, Miss Butterfly Knife, as an ordinary human, would naturally develop into this state after being pampered for a long time.
Her face was a bit pale, apparently; Nissa had been sucking blood from her quite a bit lately. When she got excited, she particularly loved to bite, often even requiring some restraints on her delicate little mouth. But then again, these prop competitions, repeated over and over again, had driven the once-good-natured vampire princess astray.
As for where it goes...
Just look at the objects on the ground.
It's really getting out of hand. What will happen if it continues like this?
Am I being too indulgent towards them?
Miss Watson rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought. Perhaps she noticed someone was staring at her, but Michelle's eyelids trembled for a moment before slowly opening. She dazedly looked at Miss Watson's face, then couldn't help but grin. Then, quickly adjusting her expression, she murmured lazily, "What? Aren't you going to accompany your three pets?"
"They're witnesses, not pets, and I can't kill them, can I? Honestly, I don't have any other ideas. I just want to isolate the witnesses." Miss Watson protested. After taking a look, she felt something was wrong and moved closer to the bed with her hands on her hips. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm not laughing."
Michelle took a breath and steadied her lips: "What you did makes me very unhappy."
"So I plan to spend the next two days with you. Is there any place you want to go in Prague?" Miss Watson sat down on the bed. "How about we go back to London? Wowo is still there, and I also want to visit Peggy and Angela. Anyway, there is a portal, so we can be back soon... What are you laughing at?"
"Hahahahahaha!!!" The woman rolled half a circle on the bed, leaving Miss Watson confused.
"Ahem, that's what I mean." Michelle stood up and rubbed her face. "I saw a very interesting place in the tourist guide last night. It's in the old town."
"Then go."
"You said it."
"Yes, there is something..." Miss Watson noticed something was wrong: "Where is it?"
"Put your face close to me and I'll tell you."
Miss Watson leaned over and heard her girlfriend say a few words in her ear. Her expression changed instantly and she stood up and walked out directly: "I'm not going."
"No! You just agreed!"
Michelle laughed like a gangster and pulled her back to the bed, pinning her down with her legs. "I heard it, don't even think about going back on your word! And you have to go with me, you can't turn into Jessica or that cow! Do you understand?"
"What's so fun about that kind of place? It's just a crappy museum!" Miss Watson tried to struggle, but she didn't dare hurt her girlfriend, so she could only show a gritted teeth expression: "When did you become interested in this kind of thing? Why don't we go see the sword exhibition? Let me go quickly, uh uh uh!"
"I just like your stubborn little mouth."