Chapter 330 Gentleman’s Agreement

"You didn't force him to stay, which is very gentlemanly." Tolkien looked at Logan's retreating figure, turned sideways and whispered to Zhao Mai: "But after all, you let a prisoner go."

"Those who have not been convicted are called suspects, not prisoners. Besides, I didn't open the cage, right? You should say that I saved the guard's life. There is a big difference between sleeping and not waking up." Following Zhao Mai's finger In the direction, Tolkien saw two soldiers coming out scratching their heads. They had no idea what was going on and were looking around blankly.

"First I heard about magicians, and now I hear about mutants. It seems that this world is not as ordinary as it appears. Mike, do you think it is possible that the world war is not the will of mankind, but something more powerful? Is the power driving it?"

"I can't say that. If you regard greed, hatred and killing nature as more powerful forces, then the answer is yes." Zhao Mai then shook his head: "Remember what Grindelwald said, he wants to Find a way to end this human war. According to this tone, world war is a matter for ordinary humans, at least wizards did not interfere. How do you know Grindelwald?"

"We are pen pals. We had contact before I joined the army. At that time, I was still studying at Oxford University. He was very interested in research on ancient English and the evolution of ancient European languages. He also gave me some manuscripts in the hope that I could Translate or decipher. Now think about it, he was actually studying magic at that time."

"Well, it's very possible that magic spells are also a language used by people, and they will inevitably change with the evolution of humanities. However, it is really hard to imagine that a magician's world is hidden around your daily living environment. And you never noticed."

"It may be hard for me to imagine, but shouldn't you? I saw you cast a spell with my own eyes! Isn't it magical to be able to levitate a person?"

"More than a year ago, I was just like you. I had no idea that such a thing existed." Zhao Mai said: "In just one year, I got a car and mastered some magical powers. Even Ado and Duojian It was also found during this year.”

"Only one year? I really envy you." Tolkien said: "But it doesn't matter, I'm going to start my own magical journey soon! Go to Hogwarts!"

Although they were impatient, they still waited patiently for three days until Tolkien completed the interview mission in this camp before they could officially set off. The World War was still going on, and Tolkien's family was still in Oxford. He didn't want to inexplicably become a deserter because he couldn't wait for two or three days. On the day he left, many soldiers who had a good relationship with him came to see him off, but more people cast a nostalgic look at Duojian. She received many gifts, and eventually they all became little flowers' things. "THE·CHE" is filled with the smell of flowers, perfume and chocolate. Reserve Food doesn't like such a strong and complex smell and will sneeze every once in a while.

They were driving, and not long after leaving the military camp, they were stopped on the highway. Logan didn't know where he got the French military uniform. The blue slit pants and top obviously didn't fit. Several buttons were missing, and chest hair was exposed from the gaps in the clothes. He had a long, slender cigar in his mouth. He blew out a puff of smoke and said, "I want a ride, no matter where you go."

"Smoking is prohibited in the carriage." Zhao Mai rolled down the window and pointed to the door: "Come up through the right rear door."

"Wow! Why is it so big inside? It's bigger than it looks outside! How did you do that?"

"Magic." Zhao Mai glanced behind him and said to Logan: "I'm warning you in advance not to harass other people, especially Duojian, do you understand?"

"It turns out that this beautiful lady is called Dogian, what a beautiful name." He picked a flower belonging to the small flower and ran straight to Dogian to show his courtesy, "I am James Logan Howlett, call me Just Logan, I am willing to serve you. What does this beautiful name Dojian mean?"

"It's a curved dagger specially used to pierce the back of the head. It's an assassin's weapon. It has some brutality but very little beauty." Zhao Mai said: "Her brain has been traumatized, and your method is useless to her. Tell me Logan, are you waiting for me specifically?"

"Yes and no." Logan shook his head: "I heard before that you wanted to hire me, but I have no money now. As long as you don't let me do any experiments, I don't mind earning your money."

"Then do you mind going to the UK?" Zhao Mai looked at him and shook his head, then handed the driving position to Xiaohua and Aduo. "I'll tell you the truth, I really want to know the secret of your self-healing and regeneration abilities, because I can see that you have lived for a long time, but your body still remains young and healthy, right?"

Logan nodded: "I am 86 years old now."

"Oh my God! You don't look 86 years old at all, but only in your twenties, thirty at most!" Tolkien sighed.

"I went to England when I was a child, maybe I knew your grandfather!" Logan snorted, "I'm old enough to be your grandfather!"

"Although your body is young, your mind is not. What I saw through telepathy is that you are an old guy. I do not deny that I am interested in super long lifespan and immortality, but I promise not to do anything against you. Whatever you want, or hurt you." Zhao Mai sat across from Logan and said to him sincerely: "Sooner or later, but sooner or later, one thing will happen, that is, you will be killed because of your eternal life and Heal yourself and become the subject of research. Your secrets will be dug out, and so will your weaknesses. I can see at a glance the shortcomings of your inability to float, and formulate targeted tactics. Who knows what your enemies will do. ?I won't force you to do anything, but other people will. I can help you if you want. I learn from you and in exchange you learn from me. I have an idea: You are 86 now , keep living, when you reach 300 years old, 500 years old or a thousand years old, will your brain be able to carry so many memories? I have always been curious, if your brain decides to heal itself to the original state, you How much of your memory is left?"

Hearing this, Logan suddenly fell silent. He frowned tightly and moved his eyes from side to side. You could tell he was hesitant, his strong palms closing and unclenching, the sound of a strong heartbeat that could be picked up without a stethoscope. "I... have indeed forgotten some things. I don't know what I did for many periods of time. Is there any way you can help me recall things from the past?"

"I can't guarantee the memory of the past, but I can teach you an ability called psychic power, which allows you to save your memory in the void space. Even if you are blown to ashes, you will not lose it." Zhao Mai said to Logan said: "My power to make you levitate is psychic power."

"Can others learn your ability? I have seen some people with special abilities, mutants. Their power can only be used by themselves and cannot be learned by others. This..."

"I told you, I'm not a mutant, and my abilities are learned." Zhao Mai stretched out his hand in front of Logan and said with a smile: "We learn from each other. This is an agreement between gentlemen, how about it? "

Logan thought for a moment and held his hand up.