Marvel World New Magneto

Hanging up the phone, Eric looked up and found that the students were returning from shopping outside, out of the shadows, and the enthusiastic and active nature of young people quickly radiated from them.

"Boss, what's the matter?" John asked.As the most loyal student, he pays great attention to his tutor's every move. The prudence that flickered when Eric put down the phone did not escape his eyes, which was completely different from his usual rude personality.

"There's some bad news." Eric's expression was gloomy, and the students immediately became vigilant. John and Bobby looked around. Allison and Mary stepped back and looked out the door covertly. , Pete put down the snacks and crafts he bought while shopping, and the others immediately focused.

"The reaction is good, keep it up!" Eric praised, his tone became relaxed. "The professor called just now, you have rested for too long, and now that the agreement has been passed, you should take it easy. He complained that your homework progress is far behind. If you don't go back, the younger brothers and sisters will catch up. . So I decided to—"

He lengthened his voice, looked at the students' eyes from tight to pitiful, and announced the verdict without hesitation.

"That's why I decided that all of you will go back to the academy for class tomorrow."

"Shh...", the students complained, they thought it was something just now, but they didn't expect this news.After being active outside for a few days, they also began to resist the warm and homelike academy.

In fact, it is also true that no matter how good the academy is, it is a place for study and recuperation. For young people, it can’t compare with the vast world outside.In the past, there was no room for choice, so the young heart must be settled in a small space.They didn't have such a strong feeling when they listened to Eric's lectures at the time, but now they have experienced it for a few days.They didn't want to go back to that tedious college anymore.

"I also made an appointment to go to the spa." Allison was infinitely disappointed.

"I also made an appointment..." John was dumbfounded, and a big news came out from the friends next to him. The hot man lived up to his name and was so enthusiastic. He actually met a little beauty nearby in just a few days. , Now the two of them are eyeing each other.

"I want to watch a movie..." These were Katie and Lorna, and even Pete nodded.

The least acceptable is Bobby.

"Mr. Eric, can you stop for a few more days? Just a few days!" It was the first time Bobby was so close to Eric.He angrily ran over and grabbed Eric's sleeve, eagerly waiting for Eric to let go. "I want to go home, see my parents, just look at them, and then I'll go back to the academy."

Eric also had to agree to change the return date due to the unanimous and strong appeal of the students.

"Okay, then wait a few more days. Go back after the carnival."

Hearing that he finally let go, the students cheered like a big victory.

Eric looked at them with a smile, and chatted for a while before saying goodbye and returning to the top floor.

Closing the door and the top floor was plunged into darkness, Eric went to the window and closed the window, then waved to the shadows.

A man in tatters came up, looking like one of those homeless people who made a park bench home.

Turn on a small light on the table.Dim lights enveloped the two feet square.Eric asked the man to sit down, and he took the opportunity to sit across from him.

"What's your name?" Eric asked gently.

"Pocky Curtis." The man replied without hesitation.But he was clearly not what Captain Curtis looked like when he was alive.

"Think again." Eric folded his hands on the table and stared at the man who called himself Curtis in the dim light. "What's your name."

"...Lancer Valentine." The man's voice was unusually hoarse, as if his throat was filled with countless grit, and every time he vibrated his vocal cords, there was a dry friction.

"Correct." Eric lowered his eyes and checked a sheet full of forms.

"So, do you still remember your past?" he continued to ask.

Lancer thought for a while in confusion, then shook his head.

"You're from Columbia University. You're a young metallurgical scientist. People admire your professional skills. They call you a genius." Eric shook the pen in his hand, allowing Lancer to concentrate more .

"I'm a genius." Lancer briefly repeated Eric's words.

"Yes, genius." Eric nodded. "A metallurgical genius, or a physical genius, or maybe a mechanical genius. In short, you are beyond your peers and are arrogant."

"I... disdain..." Eric's words were a bit sloppy, Lancer wanted to repeat it, but his mouth didn't keep up.

"Never mind that word, just ignore it." Eric crossed out an option and marked some characters next to it. "Put your head up high and point your chin forward...yes, that's it, not too high."

Lancer retracted his chin slightly, and now he has a correct posture. This posture can be called "defiant posture", and it looks like a photo on a wanted notice.

Then Eric ordered him to shrink his pupils a little, so he was [-]% sure.

"I heard that you are from Latvia?" After the adjustment, Eric's conversation continued.

"I'm from Latvinia, which is located between Hungary, Romania, and Serbia. The name of my country comes from Latvian, which means "armor" and "metal clothing." Lancer recited like an endorsement, When he mentioned his hometown, his tone was unusually flat, without any emotion, as if it was a strange place that had nothing to do with him at all.

"Continue." Eric didn't care about his tone, tick the paper again, and moved the pen tip down.

"I am a metallurgical scientist, I discovered the formula of liquid alloy, and in order to honor my country, I am determined to bring it back to Europe, raise funds there, and then go back to my country to build a factory to share with more compatriots My discovery." Lancer's experience was basically similar to the description in the newspaper, of course there were some discrepancies, but that didn't matter.

"Good idea. But when you do it, does your team agree?" Eric asked.

"I disagree. They tried to take away my achievements and exclude me." Lancer replied bluntly.

"So?" Eric looked at the man opposite him inquiringly. His expression was originally very stiff, but when he was asked this question, he seemed to remember something, and his expression gradually became sinister.

"So I killed them." Lancer's hand pressed hard on the table, the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and his eyes were clearly blood red. He suddenly lifted the table, like an out of control beast. growled loudly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" His voice was unusually loud, wondering how the fragile vocal cords could afford it, maybe it was due to the liquid metal.If it wasn't for Eric's special soundproofing of the top-floor building, perhaps the whole street would have been disturbed by him.

Eric sat on the spot and looked at him coldly. The small lamp fell on the ground. It was still performing its mission. The table was made of iron. After rolling and flying into the sky, it became a floating state. The sheet of white paper filled with forms slowly fell and returned to its owner.

"Unqualified. Mr. Lancer," Eric repeated, holding the form. "Your grades are unqualified."

"I want to see Shirley." Lancer said, trembling all over, staring at the person in the chair. "I want to see Angel."

In his few memories, these two names represent the people closest to him, the warm and fragrant names, and the playful and lovely names. The shadows of two women, one big and one small, are rushing in his heart. Circling around, but couldn't see what they looked like.

That's all Lancer still had in memory, nothing else.

"Sit down." Eric ordered coldly.

Lancer hesitated and sat down cross-legged. He knew that he could not disobey the order of this one. He had been exposed to the power of this one during his long sleep. It was his master or natural enemy.

"Follow my orders, you will definitely see your family, but I will not allow you to disobey my will again, every resistance will make you farther away from them." After receiving a powerful warning, Lancer lowered his powerlessly. head.

"Now, let's repeat it again. I ask, you answer." The table fell in place, and the small lamp jumped up by itself. Under the dim light, the new life formed by the fusion of the former pilot's soul fragment and the liquid robot was helpless. recite.

"I'm from Latvia, and Victor von Doum is my countryman. I'm wanted now, and I hope to get his asylum." Lancer said tediously.

"Will he protect you?" Eric asked gently, but this question was out of memory, and Lancer was dumbfounded and couldn't answer.

Eric didn't need him to answer, the question was left to the troubled Latvian to ponder.

If he still has ambitions and wants to make a career, he will not let go of his desperate fellow genius.

When Eric was teaching a new life, the man he was planning had just woken up from his sleep. After he was defeated in the park, he got into someone else's car groggy and was sent back to his house. .

"Who brought me back?" He walked out of the bedroom with bare upper body and bare feet on the floor. There was only one servant on duty in the living room.

"It's Miss Susan." The servant stood up and replied respectfully. Doom had a bad temper but was generous. His servant could get a lot of benefits from him.

"Where's her?" Doom asked eagerly.

"She's gone." The servant hesitated for a moment, glanced at Doom's expression, and found that he was staring at him, so he didn't dare to worry any more, and quickly told everything he knew. "She packed up and moved out."

He thought Doom would be furious and prepared for the storm, but Doom didn't.

Doom sat down in despair and rubbed his head fiercely. (To be continued~^~)