Looking at the direction in which Ancient One left, Locke's lips curled up with amusement.
"It seems like the future is more interesting than I thought."
Otherwise, the Ancient One would not even speak openly about his own death and refuse to answer the rest of the words.
He casually touched Tom's head and stood up.
"Tom, you should get used to the new environment first. I'll need you to help me with some things later."
Tom grinned and patted his chest. The magical slate reappeared in his hand, and he wrote several words.
[There's no need to rest; just tell me the thing you need help with; Tom will never let you down.]
"It's okay; you just can't stand the loneliness."
Locke led Tom out of the room.
After a while, he came to another sealed room.
He opened the door that could only be opened with the highest authority inside the base.
The first thing that came into view was rows of white potions.
"Tom, do these things feel familiar?"
Tom nodded immediately, picked up one, and sniffed it.
[Well, I made it myself!]
"Tom, the potions you made are very powerful. So, can you strengthen them and make them permanent?"
There is no doubt about the effectiveness of these strengthening potions. After taking them, any person can show surface level, second-rate destructive power, and have the combat power of a fully armed squad.
Unfortunately, it is only a temporary strengthening after all.
Hearing this, Tom scratched his head while nodding and then shook his head the next second.
The Mysterious Slate appeared in his hand again instantly.
[Tom can't do it now, but I can study it carefully.]
Locke nodded. This answer was enough. As long as the success rate was not zero in Tom's mind, Tom would succeed sooner or later.
"You can take your time, Tom. I can provide any materials you need. In addition, you can tell me anything you want during the research process."
Tom was immediately overjoyed and patted his chest.
Leave it all to Tom!
"Very good. You can study this slowly, so don't worry. I have one more thing that I need your help with, Tom." With that said, Locke took Tom to the second room, where Wanda was sleeping.
"Tom, help me see if there is any way to save this little girl."
Tom was immediately distressed. It was just a poor little kitten, and he didn't know much about medicine.
A warm, big hand was placed on Tom's head at the right time.
"Tom, I know you are the most helpful cat. Your mind is far beyond that of ordinary cats. I think you won't let me down, right?"
Tom, who had been treated violently and frequently beaten and scolded by the previous owner, had never enjoyed such treatment.
Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed straight to his forehead, and the whole cat's blood boiled with enthusiasm while his eyes became sharp.
"Snapped!"
Tom, who was excited, rolled his legs into a wheel and then hit the transparent glass with his head.
Tom's whole body was smashed into a puddle of water and slowly rolled to the ground.
"Psst!"
Suddenly, unbearable laughter came from behind.
When Locke turned around and saw Emma Frost, who had appeared at some point.
She was laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking.
Emma Frost had a top-notch figure, and her smile was extremely charming.
With Locke watching her, Emma Frost coughed twice in embarrassment.
"It's so funny; where did you find such a cat."
Locke shook his head: "Tom is more than funny."
"Oh, is there anything else special?"
"Tom is the smartest cat, and at the same time, he is also the strongest cat in the world!"
The strongest cat?
There was a look of doubt in Emma Frost's eyes.
No matter how strong the cat is, even lynxes and caracals are nothing to humans.
But being introduced by Locke so solemnly, Emma Frost had a vague feeling that the cat in front of her was probably very unusual.
"Come on, Tom, this is Emma; say hello to Emma."
Can cats understand human language? Emma Frost thought secretly.
The next moment, she saw Tom, who had knocked himself into a pile, suddenly stuck his head out and then turned his head 180 degrees under Emma Frost's confused look before revealing a silly smile while saying hello.
Emma Frost: ?!
Emma Frost's beautiful blue eyes suddenly widened.
"Pah!" Seeing this, Locke patted Tom on the head.
"I asked you to say hello; who asked you to make such a shocking move."
Tom suddenly felt aggrieved. He twisted his body another 180 degrees until he faced Emma Frost and said hello again.
Emma Frost: ?!
Something is wrong, something is wrong with this cat, something is very, very wrong!
"That's right." He gently rubbed Tom's head.
"Okay, go and study the girl inside."
Tom nodded quickly; he turned around and found the door.
The door was closed, but Tom didn't care. He flattened himself with a slap and squeezed in through the crack in the door.
Then he tugged on it and casually pulled himself back to his original state.
Seeing this scene, Emma Frost, who had always maintained her elegant style, could no longer bear it.
"Damn it!"
"Is this still a cat?!!"
Locke shrugged: "Dear, if this isn't a cat, is it a dog?"
Emma Frost: ?!
Am I saying this is a cat or dog problem? Don't you think this strange thing that looks like a cat is a bit too outrageous?!