Chapter 1633 Fishing Day (Twenty-Six)

Chapter 1606 Fishing Day (Twenty-six)

"Your mutant ability just got out of control."

"I didn't..."

"It was very weak, and you stopped it in time, but you did get out of control." Eric stared at Charles and said, "Tell me what you saw."

"No, I didn't see anything." Charles shook his head, he exhaled slowly, so that his pounding heart would not beat so violently, he clenched his hands on the wheelchair slightly, and said, "It was just an accident, I'm sure it didn't affect anyone."

Eric's eyes swept over Nick and his group who were chatting nearby. They were still talking and laughing, as if they didn't notice anything.

Ordinary people are usually not sensitive to what happens in the spiritual world. Even if their thoughts pause for a moment at the same time, they can hardly notice that they are affected.

Charles has perfect control over his ability. At the moment when the thought storm just unfolded, he reduced its impact to a level that ordinary people could hardly detect.

"Who have you contacted again?" Eric knew Charles too well. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm, and he continued: "What kind of terrible memory has affected you?"

"Charles." Eric rarely called Charles by his code name, but called him by his name directly, which was enough to show his concern. He slowed down his movements and said: "You are not a young man in your twenties. The fact that you can still be stimulated now must be extremely terrifying, but you know, you can tell me like you did then, I will never be scared."

Charles seemed to hesitate for a while, the desire to confide lingered in his heart and moved to his throat, but in the end he shook his head and said: "I don't think it's serious yet, I think I can go..."

"Is the starch ready?" Nick came over and asked. He gently shook the plate in his hand and said: "Wet fried chicken cannot do without water starch. The chicken breast has been cut and will be ready soon."

Eric handed him the bowl in his hand. Nick keenly observed that Charles's face was not very good, so he asked with concern: "Professor Charles, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Nothing, maybe I just drank a few sips of herbal tea and my stomach is a little uncomfortable." Charles just made up an excuse, but Nick raised his eyebrows and said in confusion: "Is there something wrong with our water source? Natasha just said that she had a stomachache after drinking too much cold water."

Nick shook his head and lowered his voice and said: "A Russian actually had a stomachache because of drinking cold water. I think she was bewitched by Schiller!"

Charles immediately looked at Nick's face and asked with a very serious expression: "Natasha and Schiller...?"

"She calls it hunting." Nick Shrugging his shoulders, he said in a tone of disapproval: "I have made some preparations. I hope they won't make too much trouble."

"Where is Natasha now?"

"She is playing cards with the ladies in the house." Nick smiled and said, "She can play with them. Okay, I'm going to heat the oil. There are still a lot of ingredients waiting to be processed."

Finally, Charles found Natasha behind the house, but Natasha didn't find him. He pushed the wheelchair silently along the side of the house, and then heard the voices of Natasha and Loki from the bushes behind the house.

"I'm afraid I have to ask you to stay away from Schiller, Miss Loki. I've already stressed this to Gwen. We have to follow a first come first served rule, right?"

"Come on, Natasha, are you mistaken?! You've had countless opportunities to pursue Schiller over the past few years, but you gave up. Why are you warning me now?"

"Whether you believe it or not, he's my prey now. If you don't stay away from him, I'm afraid I can only take a more drastic approach to warn you."

"What can you do..."

"I'll tell Thor that you're going to get into Dr. Schiller's bed. Believe me, even if he wants you and Schiller to be a couple, he won't allow you to be so frivolous and careless."

Charles kept making the sign of the cross on his chest, and it was obvious that he was After thinking about more than a dozen episodes of the sequel in his mind, he finally heard Loki say: "Okay, but I have to remind you that Hela is more interested in powerful women than men who like wisdom and elegance. She has set her sights on you."

"No need for you to remind me. Aren't you Asgardians of the same lineage? There is one more thing I have to warn you. Gwen is a minor. Captain America will not let you mess around."

"Thanks for the reminder. If he comes to me, I will tell him that you want to hook up with him and Agent Carter respectively. You have thought about doing this, right?"

"You are no less than Hela and Thor."

Ten minutes later, Eric, who was preparing barbecue sauce, saw Charles, who looked dazed, slowly coming over with a wheelchair.

"What's wrong with you?" Eric asked with a frown.

"Oh my God... I mean... God!" Charles opened his mouth wide, then closed it, and then opened his mouth again and said: "... God!"

When Charles finally came to his senses, he looked at Eric and could hardly suppress his desire to spread gossip. Professor X, who was always self-disciplined and polite, finally couldn't help it this time and planned to indulge himself. So he quickly came to Eric's side and said in a low voice: "You don't know what I just heard..."

After Schiller processed the last piece of fish for the slippery fish fillet, he came to the temporary stove built by Nick and began to prepare the seasoning for cooking. At this time, Thor strode over, stopped suddenly in front of the stove, frowned and looked at Schiller seriously.

"What's wrong? Thor?" Schiller looked up.

"Hmm..." Thor said with a long tone, his face relaxed. He touched his nose and said, "Well, I want to say that you know that Loki and Sif have some conflicts, and she also had some conflicts with Hela before, so, so..."

Siller nodded forward and looked at Thor to indicate that he was listening. Thor hesitated for a long time before saying, "I know that the two of them are not the kind of people who will say bad things about others behind their backs, especially Sif. She doesn't know how many times she has troubled Loki."

"Of course, Loki was a bit bad before. She damaged Sif's hair and was chased and beaten by Sif. She deserved it. The same thing happened with Hela. She did some unreasonable things to Hela, and they were right to be angry."

Thor's words were somewhat inconsistent, as if his English level, which had just improved not long ago, had returned to where it was. During the period, he also mixed some Old English and Asgardian, as if he was trying to modify his straightforward language to be more euphemistic.

"Of course." Schiller said as he applied oil to the pot with a brush: "Everyone's opinions of others are influenced by their own likes and dislikes, so it is inevitable that they are unfair, but I think the royal family of Asgard are not narrow-minded. Your generous and straightforward personalities have a unique charm, and I am certainly willing to bear some extra rash words for this charm."

Thor racked his brains and couldn't figure out how a person could say such tactful and polite words, but he did miraculously understand Schiller's meaning. If he had to say it, it would probably be that for the sake of you guys, I don't care what anyone says, because you guys are stupid and cute.

"Uh, no, what I mean is that I think your opinion of Loki is pretty good, that's it, there's no need to change it."

Thor searched his brains and found a few more sentences, trying to express his meaning, he believed Schiller could hear it.

Regardless of whether Schiller heard it or not, at least he acted as if he understood it. He nodded and said to Thor with a smile: "I always stick to my own judgment and opinions, and I will not absorb unjudged and biased opinions. You don't have to worry about it."

"The skewers are ready." Nick came over and clapped his hands to shake off the charcoal ash on his hands. Obviously, he had just tried to grill two skewers. He said: "The charcoal fire is in good condition. Some dishes that need to be served while hot can be started."

Schiller nodded, wiped the water on his hands with the towel next to him, and then focused on cooking, while Thor muttered something in his mouth, and seemed to be still a little worried.

They set up two tables under the canopy in front of the tent and put them together, and then one dish after another was served on the table.

The main course was a steaming hot charcoal grilled steak, with a checkered pattern imprinted on the still slightly red beef. Next came a large pot of borscht that had been hung on the fire for a long time, with plenty of vegetables, especially tomatoes, and the rich salty and sweet aroma drifted in the wind.

Gwen's favorite not-so-healthy fried foods were also served one after another, fried chicken, fried fish, fried potatoes, and the snack platter was served on a whole large white porcelain plate, which looked delicious.

Next came pasta with tomato soup, grilled fish kneaded with coarse salt, grilled fish head with cream cheese, and stir-fried raw squid.

Of course, Schiller's Chinese dishes were indispensable, including tender and fragrant slippery fish fillets, stir-fried squid, fresh fish soup, and even a fish head with pancakes.

Nick moved the grill to the side of the dining table, so that it was convenient to grill skewers while eating. The skewers were divided into several flavors, namely the spicy flavor with Mexican hot sauce, the ordinary original flavor marinated with black pepper, and the sweet and sour flavor with lemon juice and sweet custard sauce, which fully took into account the different tastes of different people.

The people in the center of the camp began to call their friends and call back the others who were not here. Steve hung the light string that had been connected to the power on the horizontal bar in the center of the skylight, making everything look bright.

The ladies ran out of the house like the wind. Gwen Spider-Man was particularly agile. She almost rushed to the dining table and put her head over like a hungry cub to smell the dishes on the table.

"Be careful, don't let your hair fall into the dishes." Schiller said while dividing the plates.

"Then I will have a hunch." Gwen ran to the other side of the dining table again, started to look at the other dishes, took out her mobile phone and took a lot of photos, and then began to reach out to others to sit over and take photos.

A party always needs someone lively to liven up the atmosphere, and Gwen Spider-Man is obviously the perfect party livener.

She began to quickly ask who liked what kind of food, arranged seats for them, ran back to get napkins and put them in front of everyone, took out her phone and asked everyone to take a photo with their own masterpieces, and then asked everyone to gather together for a group photo, shuttling among the crowd like an excited dog. If she had a tail now, it would have shaken out the afterimage.

"Be quiet for a while, miss." Schiller said helplessly. He pointed to the empty seat for Gwen and said, "Sit down and eat."

Gwen Spider-Man put down her phone reluctantly and said, "I want to let all the Spider-Mans in the universe know that I am having dinner with you. The news has just spread to the former 72nd universe."

"I think if you don't put your phone down, the spelling errors in your paper will definitely spread further."

"God, don't do this, Dean Schiller, you are almost making me start considering transferring to Dean Charles!"

When it was completely dark, Nick began to talk about the past of the Howling Commandos. The atmosphere of memories during the war did not last too long. Gwen Spider-Man's high-pitched laughter diluted the faint gray tone and brightened the darkest moment of nightfall.

Ivan talked about his years at the shore of Lake Baikal over vodka. When he talked about the former Soviet Union, he inevitably talked about the place where Natasha was born. The female agent started to talk more as soon as she picked up the wine glass, and she talked intermittently about the birch forest and the red house that often appeared in her dreams.

This was far from being a luxurious banquet. The burnt smell of the barbecue and the damp breath at night reminded people of the gradually extinguished fireplace. In the end, most people became drunkards who wanted to put the moon in their pockets and take it home.

When Schiller, who was still sober, carried them back to the house one by one, he felt the real happiness that made his heart beat more and more powerful from this too ordinary, even somewhat vulgar daily life.

This happiness only lasted until Natasha appeared outside his door.