Chapter 1619 Fishing Day (XII)

"Don't you think you've gone too far, doctor?"

After returning to the fishing spot after a full meal, Natasha stared at Schiller and said, her dissatisfaction was about to overflow.

"How does the dish taste?" Schiller seemed to be in another dimension. He said to himself: "The proofing time was too short, so it was not crispy enough, and the flame was not as evenly heated as the oven. I don't think it's very good, but I think you can give me a chance to correct this impression. What do you think, ma'am?"

Natasha took a deep breath and made a decision not to talk to Schiller in her heart. Just as her determination rose, she heard Schiller say: "You will feel angry, not because I express my interest in you in an unusual way, but because I use you as a shield, because the courtesy I offer to you is not real."

Natasha was stunned for a moment. She wanted to refute but couldn't. If she said that she was not angry about this, wouldn't it confirm that she felt that Schiller's courtesy was real? Then her attitude of not responding would appear very rude, like a scumbag who neither accepts nor refuses.

But if she was angry about this, it seemed wrong. Why did she compare herself with the fish that Schiller caught? Should she compare who was truly loved and who was a substitute?

Natasha tried hard to breathe the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown would make her more sober. Before walking to the ice cave in the morning, Natasha still spoke.

"I am speaking purely out of my professional attitude. I have to make sure that you will not physically analyze a single woman who is very important to us in too much detail because of your personal interests. You have to promise me that you will not, doctor."

"I have said that I only cast bait to catch a certain type of fish." Schiller shook his head and said, "If the fish does not bite the hook, I will never reach my hand under the water and catch her with rough means."

"But we all know..." Natasha paused when she said this, because the second half of her sentence was "We all know that she will bite the hook."

The female agent suddenly realized that this conclusion was actually unreasonable. Schiller was with her now, so what means could he use to catch the poor fish?

Even if we take a step back, at least Schiller's mouth is with her now, which is Schiller's most powerful weapon. Apart from this, what other bait can definitely catch a fish? If this is the hook, will this fish really be important to them?

If it is not 100% hooked, it depends entirely on the vigilance and intelligence of the fish, then what position does Natasha have to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior? After all, he is not fishing a fish with no intelligence, and normal people should have the ability to make calm judgments.

Natasha fell into deep thought again, so much so that she did not notice the subtle joy on Schiller's face as he slowly lowered the fishing line and threw the bait under the water.

In the bedroom of the Hell's Kitchen Clinic, Loki found a picture album.

She never knew that Schiller could paint before, or she thought that Schiller would not be the kind of person interested in art, but Loki was the kind of person who liked art very much.

Although the Asgardians are always called reckless, their artistic achievements are not low at all. It may be because the living environment is too fertile, and the art produced is always magnificent and has a magnificent beauty.

Therefore, Loki is particularly fond of exquisite, gorgeous, and overly decorated things. If we use the art on Earth as an analogy, Loki prefers Rococo style art.

Loki opened the first page of the album, which showed a very beautiful landscape painting, like the New York skyline, with the sun just rising from the gaps between the tall buildings. The light was so strong that it made people dizzy even on paper.

Next was a street landscape painting. The street setting was very ordinary, like the common streets between Manhattan apartment buildings. Unfortunately, Loki did feel that this scene was somehow familiar.

Then there was the bridge of Asgard, which surprised Loki, but she guessed that if human artists could really come to Asgard, Asgard would definitely not be ignored as a sketching object.

This bridge was very beautiful, drawn with carbon strips, and the black areas were particularly black, so all the blank paper became carriers of light, and the light was so strong that it was dazzling.

This reminded Loki of herself standing at the end of the bridge and looking at the backs of Odin and Thor, and thinking of the things she already had but were not often discovered.

Loki was lost in memories, her thoughts not staying in the present space. Her hands turned back unconsciously, but a picture below pulled her back to reality. It was Loki.

It was her profile, also painted with carbon sticks, only a little green powder was used on the eyes, so the eyes looked particularly green.

Loki stared at herself on the paper with wide eyes, and she couldn't help but think of the thoughts that were almost forgotten. When she was still the unpopular second prince, the court painter painted her and Thor, but in the end only Thor's heroic and imposing portrait was hung.

Loki knew why this was the case. It was not just because he was not favored enough, but because his image was not appreciated by the Asgardians. The characters in the frames they liked must have strong momentum, handsome and strong, and it would be best if people could feel the desire to fight at first sight.

Loki was obviously not one of them, or it was the exact opposite. He had a gloomy temperament and a shrewd look on his face. In the eyes of the Asgardians, he was a coward who could only hide behind and shoot cold arrows.

Loki had long accepted the fact that her appearance was not appreciated. Even if she became a goddess, she was not bright and beautiful enough, but always had a melancholy and decadent temperament that was difficult to get rid of.

Humans appreciate pure and flawless girls, but their standards for women who can arouse their primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years, hot, sexy, and beautiful. Loki thought that this might be because in primitive society, such women were strong enough to leave offspring, and this aesthetic was engraved in the genes of human men.

Why did Schiller paint her? This was Loki's first reaction.

What Schiller didn't say was that he had many models, even if they were limited to women. There were all kinds of beauties among the superheroes he had met. Why did he have to choose her?

Natasha, sitting on the fishing stool, changed her bait again. Her sadness was almost written on her face. Schiller looked at the scene with some amusement, and then said, "Ask whatever you want to ask."

Natasha was thinking whether this was another language trap, but she actually had no time to think about it, because there were really too many questions waiting to be answered. How could she bear to get one of the answers at this moment?

"Why did you suddenly..." Natasha frowned hard and said like she was drunk: "You are not an adolescent boy. You can't realize now that you should find a female companion to go to bed with, right?"

"Okay, it's a bit rude to say this, but what did you do earlier?" Natasha asked hysterically.

"Have I told you about the situation in the previous world?" Schiller was still unhurried and calm. His calmness contrasted with her hysteria, making Natasha really want to tear his face off.

"You briefly said that there were no superheroes in that world."

"Yes, that's it, or that world doesn't have any phenomena that you may be accustomed to, such as magic, mutants or superpowers. There are only ordinary people in that world."

"So what?"

"That means there are only ordinary human women in that world." Schiller stretched out a hand and waved it, emphasizing: "Most untrained ordinary women can hardly beat ordinary men of the same strength and physique, and even fewer can beat me."

"So?"

"This means that once I want to kill them, they have no power to fight back."

Natasha was still a little confused. She didn't understand the logical relationship for a while, so Schiller could only explain it more clearly.

"But this world is different. If I don't use my intelligence or the abilities that the gray fog brings me, there are still many women who can beat me in a pure physical confrontation."

Natasha slowly widened her eyes, stared at Schiller and said, "You don't mean to say that all you have to do is find a woman you can't kill and go to bed with her, right??"

Before Schiller could answer, Natasha accepted this outrageous fact in just one second, and began to narrow down the scope of her guess, and then she found that it was not narrowed down much.

First of all, Schiller's brain was equivalent to half of his ability being wasted, and then he didn't use the mysterious symbiote, which was equivalent to him having to use his own body to withstand the attack, and then the female superheroes in this world have a variety of abilities, and they are all very powerful.

If this is the case, there are few female superheroes in New York who can't do it.

Natasha's eyes looked at Schiller from head to toe like a scanning machine, and began to use professional eyes to analyze the degree of force threat of the man in front of her from the physical point of view.

Schiller was much taller than her. Natasha silently estimated that he was not very burly, but the height and weight difference was still a problem. When he was wearing clothes, there was no obvious muscle mark.

His body proportions were good, so there should be no obstacles to exerting force. There was no twisting or abnormality in the joints. The limbs were mobile and there was no problem dodging.

This was mostly based on the judgment of the condition of an ordinary male body. Natasha thought for a long time and did not see the overwhelming power that Schiller's body might have. Most of it was within her range of handling.

It is better to say that even a superpower hero like Captain America is within Natasha's range of handling to some extent. Fighting is not like a collision like a bear. Sometimes speed, agility and flexibility are also very important, as is fighting experience.

"This is a very good logic to infer." Schiller explained again: "If the person I am facing will not be killed by me when I am excited, then can I continue?"

"But there is still a risk." Natasha said with a stronger tone.

"So I will try to reduce the possibility of the other party being killed by me. In short, I have to catch a strong enough fish."

"Oh my God!" Natasha covered her forehead and leaned back. She really looked like a drunkard and said in a hysterical tone: "You better not have such stupid fish in your pond! Even if there is, her female intuition should remind her to run away before you do it."

Schiller was slightly stunned, turned his eyes to the other side, and then blinked and said.

"I can only say that in most of the past, she should not have such a thing as female intuition."

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