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, the 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 the same.

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?"

"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 pupils shrank.

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

"This is my first day here. Don't you want to introduce me to the basic situation here? 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 reached out and used his fingers to gently move a book on the edge of Magneto's desk to the side by one centimeter.

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

Then, when he put the book back to its original position, he knocked several books stacked on it crooked.

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

Magneto's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and at this time, Schiller reached out and flattened the books that were knocked crooked again. Magneto's forehead muscles relaxed again. He said nothing and turned back to read.

"Well, it seems that you should be tired, but it's true. You made such a big noise near the sun, and you should have consumed a lot of physical strength. Thank you for the wonderful welcome ceremony. Next, I will go to see the children I want to teach..."

After speaking, Schiller turned around and was about 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 didn't understand his movements, so he asked, "What are you looking for? "

"Find a chair. It seems that 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 talk." Schiller began to look out the door, and then said, "How about I go to the office next door and get one?"

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

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

Schiller sat on the chair, put one hand on the table, relaxed his fingers, opened his palm upward, and then said, "The professor did tell me something, but I think some of them are too trivial, and I didn't intend to tell you."

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

"He told you to coax Lorna and stop arguing with her. Call Wanda and Pietro if you have nothing to do. They haven't returned to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters recently, and I don't know where they live. Is there any danger..."

"In addition. He hopes you can care about the lives of the children who study and work here. After all, they are young and far away from home, so they will inevitably miss their parents..."

"Also, he hopes you can drink less coffee. Replacing coffee with a small amount of tea is a good choice. Also, your age is not suitable for working until two in the morning every day. No matter how important the renovation project of Sky Island is, it is not worth it for you..."

"Stop, don't say it." Magneto closed the book in his hand with a "snap", turned the chair back, looked at Schiller and said, "You don't have to tell me these trivial things..."

But to his surprise, Schiller did not say "you asked me to say it", but showed a helpless smile, shook his head and said, "In my opinion, your mentality is much younger than his. People like to worry when they get old. You have to understand him..."

In an instant, the direction of the muscles on Magneto's face became very exciting again. The soothing expression was halfway done, but it seemed that he thought of something, and his heart began to feel uncomfortable again, so he frowned again.

"Are you older than us? "Magneto asked a question, but he used an affirmative tone. Every question he asked was like this, as if he didn't need anyone to answer it.

"Age is not important, what's important is the 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 tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and in an instant, two water cups fell on the table. Two streams of water appeared out of thin air, and clear water poured into the cups. Schiller picked up the cups and took a look and said, "Now is not the time to drink water. Do you have coffee or tea?"

Magneto was about to refuse, but Schiller said as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, didn't Charles give you a can of tea? How about we try it?"

"I have always believed in 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. At first, he frowned deeply, as if he was dissatisfied. But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his brows relaxed again, but the next moment, they became tangled again.

When Magneto leaned over to get the tea leaves, he actually felt a little tired. This tiredness was not physical, but the mental fatigue caused by repeated and opposite emotional fluctuations in a short period of time.

He found that in these few short minutes, his emotional fluctuations were stronger than in the past few decades.

Moreover, Schiller often said something that made him feel very dissatisfied, or made an action that made him feel annoyed, and in the next second, Schiller's words would make him feel subtly satisfied, or make a proposal that he could not refuse, making it impossible for him to express his dissatisfaction.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Magneto, who was holding the tea can, paused slightly and felt his inner hesitation.

Eric Lansherr, also known as Magneto, has experienced world wars, entered concentration camps, hunted down Nazis, and fought against the government in his life. 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.

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