The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2628 Mayfly World (28)

Chapter 2628 Mayfly World (Twenty-Eight)

Magneto and Wanda were embarrassed.

Theoretically, they should be showing off their affectionate father-daughter relationship. At the very least, they should walk through the crowd, exchange a few words, give each other a gentle hug, and pat each other on the back.

But it was obvious that they had never done so before and had no intention of doing so, so this deserted passage now seemed very unsightly.

If it was a normal father and daughter reuniting in this situation, the person who didn't make way would be inconsiderate. But for Magneto and Wanda, everyone who stood far away and made way for them was too inconsiderate.

Can't you see that we don't want to hug each other at all? Why run so far?

The others were also aggrieved. Did we want to run so far? Don't you see how strong that sheepdog is? Wolverine took a step to the left and almost broke three of his ribs.

Although only a dozen seconds had passed, the awkward atmosphere in the room seemed to have lasted for more than a decade. Finally, Schiller broke the deadlock and said, "Sit down and have breakfast first."

Everyone felt relieved and walked towards the dining table. Some moved the table, some moved the stools, and they introduced themselves to each other and sat down. The people of the Brotherhood of Mutants were actually having a great time with the X-Men.

"I'll help." Clark stood up again, walked to the kitchen and said, "With so many people coming, we need to prepare a lot of breakfast. Do you have enough ingredients? If not, I'll go buy some."

"Just make some simple sandwiches, and then make a big meal at noon... The kitchen is small to begin with, so don't mess around here, go sit down."

Clark was driven back by Schiller. There happened to be an empty seat for him on the right side of the table near the main seat. He sat down and said, "I have never seen a group like you. Can you tell me where you are from?"

Rakshasa cleared her throat and was about to speak, but she was so confused that she didn't know where to start. Wolverine admired a strong man like Clark, so he said, "They are from the Brotherhood of Mutants. You can think of them as the organization led by Magneto."

"And we are the X-Men. Some of us are students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You can think of it as an organization led by Professor X."

"Wait a minute, you mean you are two different groups of people? You are different kinds of mutants?"

"Every mutant is different." Polaris said, "There is no such thing as different species. There are almost no two mutants in this world with the same abilities. We just belong to different organizations."

"You are already like this, and you still want to split into two organizations?" Clark was surprised. He said, "What is the relationship between Magneto and Professor X? Are they enemies? But I saw them together before, and I felt that they had a good relationship."

"It's a long story between the two of them." Mystique sighed and said, "It's a very long story full of twists and turns."

His wet blue eyes were looking at her with great sincerity.

"To be honest, I don't know what happened at that time." Polaris said: "I asked them both, but they didn't say anything."

"So what exactly are Professor X's legs..." Wanda was also a little curious, and her eyes glanced at Magneto's face from time to time.

Magneto suddenly stood up, his expression tense, his back straight, and said, "I'm going to go upstairs and rest first."

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs, and then heard Clark asking behind him, "Oh, yes, your cold hasn't healed yet, you need to have a good rest, do you need me to help you up, sir?"

Magneto almost tripped over the stairs. He gritted his teeth and said, "No need. I'm fine."

Until he reached the door of the upstairs room, he could still hear Clark mumbling downstairs: "This gentleman is not young anymore, you have to take better care of him. The elderly are always fragile. When my grandfather was still alive, my mother often said..."

The expressions of the people at the table were brilliant. Quicksilver couldn't help himself first. He pursed his lips and said, "Well... he is not an ordinary old man. He, he is Magneto..."

Polaris glanced at Quicksilver and said, "He doesn't need anyone to worry about him. He will take everyone's kindness for granted. Otherwise, Professor X wouldn't have..."

Mystique glared at her, and Polaris didn't say anything else. Mystique said, "What happened back then is all in the past, and it was just an accident. Eric didn't do it on purpose..."

"So what's going on?" Clark was so curious that he really wanted to know the history of this special ethnic group.

Mystique hesitated for a while with a sullen face, but still gave a brief account of what happened that year. Wolverine added some details he learned from Professor X.

Schiller probably knows the past of Magneto and Professor X in his own universe, which is similar to the movie version, except that the events did not take place during the Cuban Missile Crisis, but earlier.

At that time, they were both very young, and because of a quarrel, they were in a cold war for a long time, and finally someone took advantage of them, but the process was roughly the same.

At that time, Magneto was fighting against ten thousand people alone, facing the entire army alone. He showed no mercy and directly bounced all the bullets back.

At that time, he was in a cold war with Professor X and didn't know that the other party had arrived. As a result, a bullet that bounced back was deflected again by the opposite side's explosion-proof shield and hit Professor X's waist.

Since the others were not at the scene, their descriptions were vague. Anyway, they roughly knew that it was an accident. As for the relationship between the two of them, most people were also vague and evasive.

"So what is their relationship?" Clark insisted, "If Professor X was paralyzed because of him, and he never apologized, how can they be friends?"

"But if they were enemies, you wouldn't be sitting together like you are today, right? So what is their relationship?"

"Just like your relationship with Batman," Wanda said mercilessly.

"But Batman and I are just friends. Oh, you mean Superman and Batman, but they should also be just comrades and friends. Superman didn't paralyze Batman. I mean, Batman didn't paralyze Superman, uh..."

"Can you please stop asking?" Polaris said irritably, "What is there to ask? It's been so many years!"

"But is the past over?" Clark was very puzzled. He said, "Can something be treated as if it never happened after so many years? It's a problem if a conflict is dragged on for so many years without being resolved, right?"

"But now it is really impossible..."

"Why not? The mutants have already fallen to such a state, and yet you still don't want everyone to cooperate sincerely. You are still hesitating and hiding here. No wonder you are in such a mess today."

"You!" Polaris slammed the table and the magnetic storm spread instantly, but Clark remained motionless and looked straight at her.

Seeing those clear blue eyes, Polaris felt as if she had been hit hard. She relaxed her arms, sat down dejectedly and said, "What can we do? What can we change?"

"Of course you can. You are obviously his biological children, so why do you ignore him?" Clark looked around and said, "You are also the favorite students of that professor, so why don't you care about him?"

"What do you mean by control? Who can we control?!" Wanda was also a little angry. She raised her voice and said, "He has never controlled us, nor listened to us. We..."

"They won't listen, so you'll just ignore it?" Clark's voice was louder than hers. "I thought it was bad enough that our universe allowed two psychopaths to torture each other for four years, but you let them torture each other for forty years!"

"How on earth did you manage to watch them maintain this kind of relationship for decades without even thinking of stopping or changing it?!"

"I told you we can't stop them!" Polaris said helplessly, "They are the two most powerful mutants in the universe. Even if we were all put together, we would not be as strong as them. What can we do?"

"Why are you stronger than them?" Clark stood up and said, "Are you still going to fight with them? You are their children and students. How can parents and children care about and help each other before seeing if they can beat each other?"

Everyone was silent.

"But they won't listen." Mystique said, "Our advice is useless. No one will listen."

"If a mental patient says he doesn't want to take medicine, are you really going to let him not take it? And then when his condition worsens, you say he doesn't listen to your advice. Then why are there so many mental hospitals in the world?"

"I've already said that we can't beat him!" Polaris said impatiently, "The problem is back to square one again."

Clark simply couldn't understand the way these people were thinking. It was as if if a person didn't listen and they couldn't resort to violence, they had no way to persuade him to change.

He didn't understand what kind of growing environment could make these completely different people become the same, as if their brains were connected to their large intestines. The Robins were not like that either.

"You are so powerful, why don't you go and persuade him?" Wanda looked up at Clark and said.

"I'm not a mutant." Clark said confidently, but then turned his eyes away and said, "But I'm afraid I really have to take care of this matter. This can't go on."

Breakfast was served soon. After they finished their meal, Pietro, Mystique, and Rakshasa accompanied Wanda for a walk on the ridge of the field, while the others walked around the village and planned to visit the nearest city of Guadalajara.

Schiller brought Magneto breakfast to his room. After putting the plate down, he sat down on the bed and said, "Did you hear what they said downstairs?"

Magneto picked up the plate and nodded slightly, but said nothing. Schiller said, "What do you think?"

"What do you think?"

"About what happened back then."

"That's in the past."

"You know that's not the case." Schiller shook his head. "It's not that many years have passed, but it's really over."

Magneto stopped what he was doing and said, "You knew about this earlier than that brat, but you didn't care. Why?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't think I need to care."

"But you also hope that mutants can be more united and not differentiate between themselves."

"Maybe it's because I understand crazy people better." Schiller said with a smile while pouring water: "We are essentially the same people, and Clark is a normal person."

Magneto actually smiled, which was a rare occurrence. He said, "That fool will get nothing."

"But he will be annoying." Schiller put the water cup on the bedside and said, "He is Superman. If he is determined to do something, you will see the power of alien rescue dogs."

Downstairs, Clark turned down the invitation to go to Guadalajara and fiddled with the computer left by Pietro alone.

He discovered that computers of this era were much more advanced and easier to use than those of his era. A random search would yield a large amount of news of all kinds. Doesn't this mean that everyone is a good hacker?

Clark typed Magneto's name into the search bar, and countless reports about him came into view.