Chapter 1089 Father and Son (XVIII)

The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in an overly concise office. Magneto, who had just returned to the room and was hanging his coat on the hanger, frowned.

Then, he heard Schiller's voice coming from outside the door:

"Hello, Mr. Lansheer, Professor X brought you a gift and asked me to deliver it to you. Can I go in now?"

Magneto's brows relaxed slightly. He did not stop his hand movements, but said in a deep voice: "Please come in."

Schiller pushed the door open and walked in, holding two boxes in his hands. After walking to the door, he glanced at Magneto's action of hanging clothes, walked to the sofa in the reception area next to the office and sat down, but did not put the box in his hand on the coffee table, but directly put it on the ground at his feet.

Then, he stood up, took off his coat, handed it to Magneto, and said: "Can you help me hang it? Thank you."

Schiller's movements were so natural that he did not give Magneto any excuse to refuse.

Magneto was hanging clothes, and it was a common way to help guests who had just arrived here to hang clothes. Refusing would be a bit too rude.

Magneto waved his hand gently, and Schiller's clothes flew into the air, but he did not take it immediately. Instead, he put on a glove, then took the clothes and hung them on the hanger.

The clothes hung on the hanger had their two outer lapels turned over by themselves, and the collar was also tidied. In an instant, all the dust on the clothes was swept away, and all the clothes on the hanger were like this.

Schiller silently observed these movements until Magneto, who was wearing a black tight lining, turned around.

He was still very tall, one centimeter taller than Schiller, and nearly 1.9 meters tall. Although he was not burly, he was also strong. Judging from his figure, he could not be seen as an old man at all.

Magneto had no intention of coming to the sofa area. He walked back to his desk, bent down, and opened the cabinet on his left. His voice came from behind the desk: "What did Charles bring again?"

"It's some tea." Schiller stood up and brought two boxes of gifts over, but still did not put them on Magneto's desk. Instead, he held them in his hand, checked the packaging and said: "It should be a specialty from China, but I don't recognize this brand."

"By the way, in addition to this, your son and daughter also brought you a gift. Judging from the packaging, it should be a Christmas gift. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Both are from Charles." Magneto's voice was calm. Schiller saw that the two boxes in his hand flew up out of thin air and flew directly into the cabinet opened by Magneto.

"Also, I brought you a gift. After all, I'll be here for a while, so please take care of me."

After Schiller finished speaking, Magneto stood up, but Schiller's hands were empty at this time, so Magneto sneered and just as he was about to speak, Schiller took out a very small item from his trouser pocket.

This time, he put the small thing on the table and pushed it in front of Magneto.

Magneto originally just glanced at it carelessly, thinking it was a decoration like a gem necklace, but the moment he saw that thing, his eyes shrank a little.

This time, he did not use magnetism, but leaned forward, touched its surface with his fingers, and then slowly said: "Red Flag Medal..."

"I learned from Professor X that you were once a fighter against the NAZI and had made outstanding contributions. Although the country that awarded this medal no longer exists, I think you deserve this honor."

The muscles on Magneto's cheek twitched slightly, as if he wanted to make some expression, but froze halfway. Then, he heard Schiller say: "I'm sorry, I didn't go to the front line in that war, so I didn't get a higher-level military medal. Otherwise, maybe you can collect a Gold Star Medal?"

Magneto's fingers touched the cold surface of the medal, but the moment he felt the temperature, he retracted his fingers, shook his head and said: "No, I can't take it."

Schiller did not continue to ask him to accept it, but shook his head helplessly. He shook his head, took the medal away, put it back in his pocket, and said:

"I was going to give it to Captain America, but he already had one. Later, I was going to give it to Natasha, but the female agent said she liked the military medal more. I gave it to Nick Fury, who took it home to admire it for a few days and gave it back to me."

"It seems that this thing can't be given away. Maybe I have to find a safe to store it in. But fortunately, the medals of this country are of good quality and should not rust."

The fingertips of Magneto, which were still on the table, trembled a little, and the fingers stretched forward a little, but then retracted. Then, he retracted his entire arm, hugged his arm, looked at Schiller and said: "If you have nothing else to do, please go back."

After speaking, he turned his head first, and then controlled the chair to turn to the side, no longer looking at Schiller, as if he wanted to hide his eyes and expression.

"This is my first day here. Are you going to give me a basic introduction to the place? Can I call you Eric?"

"No." Magneto took a book from the bookshelf next to him and started reading, as if Schiller didn't exist.

At this time, Schiller stretched out his hand and gently moved a book on the edge of Magneto's desk table one centimeter to the side with his fingers.

In an instant, Magneto turned his head to look at the book. Schiller immediately moved it back to its original position with his hand and said, "I accidentally touched it. I'm sorry."

Then, when he restored the book to its original position, he knocked some of the books stacked on top of it crookedly.

"Eric, I think. I can call you that." Schiller stood in front of the desk and nodded and said: "After all, we should be the same age, or maybe, I am older than you and Professor X.

Magneto's eyebrows frowned deeply, and at this time, Schiller stretched out his hand and pushed the crooked books flat again. Magneto's brow muscles relaxed again, and he said nothing. Turn around and continue reading.

"Okay, it seems that you are tired, but also, you made such a big noise near the sun, and you must have consumed a lot of energy. Thank you for the wonderful welcome ceremony. Next, I will go Look at the children I have to teach..."

After saying that, Schiller turned to leave, but at this time, Magneto frowned, coughed twice, and took the initiative to say: "Didn't Charles say anything?"

Schiller stopped, then he stood there and began to look left and right as if he was looking for something. Magneto couldn't understand his movements, so he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Find a chair. It seems like you don't like sitting on the sofa. In fact, I don't like it either. It's too soft. But I'm a little tired and want to sit down and chat." Schiller started to look out the door and then said : "How about I go to the office next door and move it?"

Magneto closed his eyes slightly and rubbed the side of his nose with his fingers.

With a "bang", a chair knocked open the office door and flew to the desk.

Schiller sat on the chair, put one hand on the table, relaxed his fingers, opened his palms upward, and then said: "The professor did tell me some things, but I feel that some of them are too trivial. I planned to tell you.”

"What did he say? Tell me." Magneto said.

"He asked you to coax Lorna and stop quarreling with her. If you have nothing to do, call Wanda and Pietro. They have not returned to Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters recently. They don't know where they live or if they have any Danger……"

"In addition, he hopes that you can care about the lives of the children who are studying and working here. After all, they are young and far away from home. It is inevitable that they will miss their parents..."

"Also, he hopes that you can drink less coffee and replace coffee with a small amount of tea. It is a good choice. Also, your age is no longer suitable for working until two o'clock in the morning every day. No matter how urgent the renovation project of the empty island is, It’s not worthy of you either…”

"Stop, stop talking." Magneto made a "pop" sound, closed the book in his hand, turned his chair back, looked at Schiller and said: "You don't need to tell me these trivial words..."

But to his expectation, Schiller did not say, 'You asked me to say it.' Instead, he showed a helpless smile, shook his head and said, "I see, your mentality is much younger than his." , people tend to worry when they get old, you have to be considerate of them..."

In an instant, the movements of the muscles on Magneto's face became very exciting again, and the soothing expression was already halfway achieved, but as if he thought of something, he began to feel uncomfortable again, so he frowned again.

"Are you older than us?" Magneto said a question, but in an affirmative tone. Every question he said was like this, as if no one needed to answer it at all.

"Age is not important, what is important is mentality." Schiller shook his head and said: "It's strange that you have the most children, but your mentality is the best among us..."

Magneto's fingertips tapped the armrest. In an instant, two water glasses fell on the table. Two streams of water appeared out of thin air. Clear water was poured into the glasses. Schiller picked up the glasses, took a look and said, "Now can we When it’s not time to drink water, is there coffee or tea?”

Just when Magneto was about to refuse, Schiller suddenly said, "Oh, didn't Charles give you a can of tea? How about we try it?"

"I have always trusted Charles' taste. If it tastes good, I really have to ask him where he bought such good tea."

The muscles on Magneto's face began to perform a series of complex activities again, at the beginning. He frowned deeply, as if he felt dissatisfied, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his brows relaxed again, but the next moment he became entangled again.

When Magneto leaned over to get the tea, he actually felt a little tired. This tiredness was not physical, but was caused by repeated opposite mood swings in a short period of time.

He found that in these few minutes, his mood swings were stronger than they had been in the past decades.

Moreover, often, just as Schiller said something that made him feel very dissatisfied, or made an action that made him feel bored, the next second, Schiller's words would make him feel subtle satisfaction, or make a suggestion. The offer he couldn't refuse left him completely unable to express his dissatisfaction.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Magneto, holding the tea can, paused slightly with his fingers, feeling the hesitation in his heart.

Eric Lansherr, also known as Magneto, has experienced world wars, concentration camps, hunting down Nazis, and fighting against governments. He has never been afraid of anyone.

But just as the tea leaves swirled into the water, Magneto suddenly felt a little resistance to the upcoming conversation.