The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4725 X Royal Newcomer (4)

Chapter 4725 X Royal Family: New Life (Part 4)

Schiller was still the first to rise. The torrential rain and strong winds of the previous night hadn't disturbed his sleep; in fact, they had kept him dreamless all night. He woke up refreshed. When he opened the window, only a light drizzle was still falling, raindrops dripping down the veins of the broad-leaved plants. A rich aroma of coffee wafted from outside.

"Good morning, Mr. Coffee." Stark yawned and grabbed a blanket from the sofa to put on. He sat down, ready to take a nap. But soon, Matt's video call woke him up.

"Look, little Jack, can you see your Uncle Steve?" Matt came over with his phone and took a picture of Steve. Steve smiled and greeted the person on the other end of the line, but quickly realized, "Where did you get this signal from?"

"No signal, this is the Battle Realm communication. Erica took the child to the Battle Realm, and her counterparts are playing with him."

“How could I forget?” Steve slapped his forehead and said, “Thomas Jr. should have been taken to the Arena as well. Luckily, he went to Scarlet Witch’s place, otherwise I would have to worry about the safety of the other superheroes.”

"Has his mutant ability stabilized?" Matt asked curiously.

"It's not very stable yet; the dark matter data in the area he's in keeps changing. It's enough to drive a dozen scientists crazy."

“Scientists aren’t that fragile,” Stark muttered. He dozed off for a moment, then got up to make coffee. Steve said, “I’ve made it for you. You just…”

“I can’t stand your brew.” Stark had barely opened his mouth to say this when Steve pressed his hand down on his shoulder. Nanosuit material instantly covered half of his body. Stark shifted, but didn’t move; he shifted again, still didn’t move.

“Please,” Stark said, “don’t bother me so early in the morning, okay? Your coffee is the best, alright?”

Steve finally released his grip. Matt couldn't stop laughing. He shook his head, crossed his arms, and stood next to Steve, whispering, "When will he finally stop provoking you?"

“He’ll try to provoke anyone,” Steve said. “He’s like that in the morning.”

Steve was right. Because next to arrive in the living room was Strange. When the two of them met, it was more than just dry tinder; they argued over eighty sentences in the time it took to make coffee. It started with a battle between technology and magic, and ended with who would grab the milk foam ball first.

Peter was the one who couldn't get up the longest. If he hadn't promised to go check on the fields together last night, he would probably still be asleep. When he came out, his hair was a mess, he was wearing a fairly fitted brown-red turtleneck sweater, and he had big black-rimmed glasses on, looking like a college student who had stayed up all night.

He wandered through the living room like a ghost, then collapsed onto the sling sofa. He fell asleep in less than a second, until he smelled the rich aroma of pizza. Stark was holding a slice of cheese-streaked pizza, waving it up to his nose.

Peter didn't even open his eyes before taking a bite. Stark didn't bother teasing him; he simply shoved the pizza into his mouth. Peter, cheeks puffed out, curled up on the sofa like a hamster, chewing and sleeping at the same time.

“I brought a map of Clarkia.” Although Steve didn’t get up as early as Schiller, he did the most work. He said, “That mutant who’s good at translation told me that some places in Clarkia are undeveloped and a bit dangerous. But today we’re mainly going to the developed areas.”

"This plain is what Schiller was talking about, a place that's quite suitable for farming. The map shows it's a basin, so it should be pretty good for growing crops. As for the dock Tony mentioned, they seem to have built it there for aesthetic purposes. Although I don't really think it's that aesthetically pleasing."

"What about that lake?" Matt asked, leaning closer. "I'm really curious about what kind of creatures live in it. I absolutely have to go fishing."

After finishing their fast food breakfast and each having a decent cup of coffee, they put on their raincoats and rain boots, picked up their tools, and set off for their destination.

“Professor! Professor Xavier!” Cyclops stood in front of a dilapidated building and shouted inside, “Come out, Professor. Please, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”

After a moment, a figure wearing a helmet appeared around the corner. Cyclops took a deep breath and said, "Professor, I really didn't intend to help Gabriel fight for power. My motivation has always been mutants. I hope you can believe that."

Cyclops's voice was hoarse and choked with emotion. His breathing was rapid, clearly indicating he was overwhelmed with grief and was only putting on a brave face. Professor X said, "I believe that's what you think. But is your choice of target really correct? Scott, you've always been a very intelligent student. You should be able to imagine whether Gabriel can really so easily let go of his hatred for us and become your close brother again, shouldn't you?"

“I can, Professor, I can.” Cyclops finally broke down in tears. “But he was a victim too. He was kidnapped to the Shi'ar Empire and suffered inhuman torture there. He finally made it back to Earth, only to be abandoned by us. I just can’t help feeling guilty towards him…”

“I can resolve your guilt,” Professor X said, “just like before. Come here, child. Come home with me…”

Cyclops staggered towards Professor X, his only thought in his moment of collapse being to run into the arms of his most familiar mentor. But just then, a blazing laser swept across, and instantly, several Shi'ar Royal Guard ships burst through the glass and into the building. The main cannons fired in crisscrossing bursts, nearly obliterating everything inside.

Cyclops stared in disbelief at Professor X, whose chest was pierced by a hole. He finally broke down completely, letting out a scream: "No!!!!!!!!!"

“No, Peter, don’t do that,” Schiller stopped Peter from trying to straighten the plants that were lying on the ground. “If we’re going to turn the soil later, we should turn all of these things in with it. It will make the soil more nutritious.”

Peter nodded. He looked around; it was actually a fairly large plain, seemingly stretching as far as the eye could see. But the fact that they had walked down a mountain path for quite some time earlier proved that it was indeed a basin.

For ordinary farming, basins have both advantages and disadvantages. But for mutants, the terrain doesn't matter much; they don't even need to be flat. However, a plain certainly saves a lot of effort.

“Let me teach you how to grow potatoes, Peter,” Schiller said enthusiastically. “Do you know how to grow potatoes?”

“Uh, bury a potato?” Peter tried to imagine, but it was clearly inadequate. He said, “My imagination of all the planting industry basically only goes as far as digging a hole, putting the seed in, and watering it.”

“That’s not entirely wrong,” Schiller said. “Most of the processes are like this, only the land clearing and seedling cultivation are slightly different. Potato seedlings are cultivated using tubers. First, we need to cut the potatoes open…”

Schiller then began to speak, and Peter listened quite attentively. After a while, Schiller stopped, looked at Peter, and said, "Don't you get bored? After all, this knowledge is generally not used."

“Who said that?” Peter said. “Doctor, you absolutely cannot imagine that one of my life goals is to eat a plate of Genesis Fries. Genesis Fries means that I grew everything myself, starting with the potatoes. The whole plate of fries is entirely the result of my own hard work.”

Schiller laughed: "That's great. I think I'll want to eat a Genesis Grilled Fish."

“We’ll go fishing in a bit,” Peter said. “Matt has already gone, but he should still be baiting the area. We’ll go over when the fish start to rise to the surface.”

“He’ll blame you for taking advantage of him again,” Schiller said, pursing his lips. “Last time he baited the spot there for over two hours and didn’t catch a single fish. I went next to him and caught one, and he blamed me for stealing his fish.”

"And then what happened? Did he catch it?"

“Of course not, otherwise why would I bring it up?” Schiller shook his head and said, “He even took mine away, insisting on giving Erica an explanation.”

The two laughed and started chopping potatoes. Don't ask where the potatoes came from. Gray Fog has an entire seed bank, full of edible fruits. To put it bluntly, they have too much food stored up, so taking some out to plant isn't a bad idea.

Halfway through their work, Schiller took out an apple and handed it to Peter. Peter, without thinking much of it, took it and took a bite. Only after finishing half of it did he remember to ask, "Where did this apple come from?"

He looked around but didn't see any apple trees. He looked down at the apple in his hand—it looked like an apple, tasted like an apple, and seemed to be an apple. Where did it come from?

“I brought it,” Schiller said. “Just don’t say we went out to eat it secretly, otherwise it will seem like we’re trying to get special treatment from the mutants. They’re going through a tough time, we can’t show off like this.”

“Can’t we share some with them?” Peter asked. “Of course I know you brought plenty, more than enough to eat.”

“If we give it to them, they’ll eat it,” Schiller said irritably. “I really don’t know what these people are thinking. They’ve occupied such a big island for so long without farming. They just plan to sit around and do nothing. What do they want this island for?”

Peter paused for a moment, then said, "That's true. If you're eating fast food transported by cold chain, you can eat it anywhere. Renting a building is fine too; you need a fixed location. Isn't that what we're doing all this for—developing agriculture and industry?"

“They still have so much to learn,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “Hopefully Charles and Eric can teach them some.”

Sebastian was in the Central Court's laboratory, racking his brains. The two leaders of the mutants hadn't returned for a long time, and building the docks was causing a lot of trouble. No one could make a decision, and he dared not make one on his own. The longer it dragged on, the less hope there was; he was frantic as the money he had almost received was about to slip away.

Just then, he heard a noise at the door. Sebastian rushed over because it sounded a bit like Magneto's voice. He pushed open the door, and there it was indeed Magneto outside. But it was a completely black version of Magneto.

“How come you…” Sebastian looked him up and down. “I mean, sometimes it’s nice to go back to the classic style.”

“Hmm,” Eric gave him a nasal sound. He didn’t like Sebastian; in the central universe, that guy’s Hellfire Club hadn’t done much during the pioneering efforts, but it had been quite a lot of noise. Dealing with them had taken some effort.

Sebastian is a complete opportunist and a scoundrel, willing to do anything for profit, and goes against the grain of most idealists. Many mutants dislike him. However, he's self-aware enough not to associate with those he doesn't like.

Eric sat down and took off his helmet. Sebastian hadn't been looking in that direction, but a quick glance from the corner of his eye stunned him—how could Magneto be so young?!