It's a little rude, but it doesn't matter.
 Frank has never been a polite guy.
 At least when he was punishing those damn guys, he never knocked on the door properly and handed over the invitation.
 “Ross Taylor. I have to correct that.”
 There is a little bit of elusiveness in Doctor Who's eyes.
Well, the last Doctor Who we saw was the Ninth Doctor.
 There is another 8.5 term known as War in the middle, so he is the ninth term.
As for Ross, he was trapped in another world as the man who grew up from the Tenth Doctor's severed hand in the previous adventure.
 It was a bit complicated, but it was an unforgettable adventure.
 “Okay, what’s the matter with you?”
Frank is a little irritable.
 He identified the person in front of him, but this had nothing to do with being irritated.
 For the Punisher, he never likes trouble, so he is committed to solving it.
If any strange person claims to be his admirer, his most likely plan is to send the lunatic to eternal sleep.
 It’s just that the guy in front of me is a little different after all.
Even Bulkesso and the others showed an unusual attitude when facing the guy in front of them.
 Didn’t ignore it, even a little cautious.
“I came here to ask if you have encountered any strange things? For example, running pepper shakers or something like that.”
 Doctor Who said something mysterious.
Of course the pepper shaker part was just a joke, but he really cares about what's going on in the world.
“What’s a weird thing? A bunch of scum running around with powers after getting the ring, and you, riding a phone booth, showed up at my door. Isn’t this a weird thing?”
As Frank spoke, the gun in his hand made a click.
 He deliberately made such a noise to tell the other party that he was not welcome!
“Well, this is indeed a strange thing.
 But I wonder if you can tell me where Bulquesso is? I have something I want to confirm with him."
Doctor Who said with a grimace and raised his hands above his head.
Although he is full of British flavor, at this time he would rather be a Frenchman.
 After all, people die when they are killed.
 After rebirth, he was no longer the same person, and he didn’t want to leave.
 “You figure it out yourself!”
Frank pointed his gun at Doctor Who, then opened his door and stepped back step by step.
 The last loud enough slam of the door was heard together with a cry of pain.
 “Damn, he doesn’t look like he’s very friendly.”
 Doctor Who rubbed his nose and said.
 Amy on the other side was a little worried.
 “What’s going on with that Bulcasso you’re talking about?”
 Amy asked worriedly while looking at the doctor's injuries.
Looking at Frank's door with a little annoyance.
“It’s nothing, it’s just that we can’t attend that rally. It was a grand enough occasion. You could have seen what the aliens you talk about look like.”
Doctor Who said this.
They originally planned to go to a place to attend a rally, and the purpose of that rally was to appease the finished Alkatan Ring.
 Just being led to this world halfway.
 Fortunately, it’s not so unfamiliar here.
"Hey! Merlin! I know it must be you, you'd better come out and see me!"
Doctor Who shouted to the sky, his eyes constantly searching, not knowing what he wanted to see.
As for Merlin who was called by him, although he was still observing him at this time, he was no longer able to respond.
 The battle between the two worlds, as the strongest possible person under them in eternity, Merlin will certainly not stay out of it.
　　It’s just that the power of the dream that he finally obtained was snatched away by death and thrown into hell.
 And now he can't leave at all.
 Inside the house, Frank comforted his family, then walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.
 Jill's previous question was temporarily forgotten, and Jill just turned the ring on her hand silently without saying a word.
 He has no power to protect himself. Knowing that danger is around him will naturally lead to anxiety.
 Now he only hates that he has no strength.
But when Doctor Who called Bulcasso's name before, he heard it clearly.
 At this time, he was a little hesitant. Should he call Bulcasso over in a way that would hurt him?
 No one’s good intentions can be vented or wasted.
Gill hesitated.
 His mother reached out her hand and gently rubbed Jill's forehead.
 The coldness of the soul in his hands brought Jill back to her senses.
 “Child, let’s go have breakfast.”
 Most children will obey their mother's comfort.
 So it is a common practice to put worries behind your mind for the time being.
 …
 “Craig, what are you doing?”
Leco asked the man in front of her.
 This man is one of the few who has not entered the secret realm.
 What can a guy with the concept of "immortality" do when he enters a secret realm?
 Being brutally killed over and over again?
 Or resurrected from the belly of some demon?
 It would be unfair to him who has immortality if he is thrown out of the secret realm before he dies.
   Simply did not allow this “supreme human being” to enter the secret realm.
 Of course, there are still rewards.
 Although it’s just a consolation prize.
 “I’m just thinking about whether I should be a hero.”
 As Craig said this, a layer of calluses appeared on the fists in his hands.
 He did not waste this time, but continued to hone his boxing skills.
Even if there is no way to become a real monk, those boxing skills can still effectively make him stronger.
 “Why do you have such an idea? The heroes seem to be unhappy.”
Leco rubbed her chin with her thumb and index finger, asking curiously.
 She is probably the most romantic ancestral spirit.
To be continued...