The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1370 The Call of the Stars ([-])
The process of waiting for others to write is always a bit boring, and Rocket Raccoon sitting on the windowsill has begun to observe what the furry plants are in the vases that Schiller placed by the windowsill.

There is something retro here, but not retro enough. Obviously, the owner of the room did not deliberately arrange it in a Victorian style. Those candlesticks that look gorgeous are just placed on the shelf as a collection, and they are not really plugged in. Candles were lit.

Just as Rocket began to pass the boring time by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dipped the ink again, and this action brought Rocket's eyes to what was being written in the notebook.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head, feeling a little puzzled. His language library contained countless languages ​​of interstellar civilizations, even including most of the languages ​​of slightly remote civilizations like Earth.

After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a way for the Kree Empire or the Skrull Empire to spread the news about the madhouse in half the world.

You must know enough languages ​​before you can communicate with enough people, but unfortunately only languages ​​are not enough.

While this pessimistic mood rose, Rocket had to distract him by distracting himself by trying to decipher what Schiller was writing.

He has such ability. In essence, he is a sophisticated machine. Thanks to the other two empires who care about the Shia Empire, this machine is surprisingly easy to use.

Soon, Rocket Raccoon read the regularity in the text, which was Latin in nature but used the word order of another language, so it read a bit fragmented, as if deliberately hindering the reader.

Why?Rocket Raccoon can't deduce the purpose of Zeller's doing this. He wants the readers of this book to construct a deeper scene, but it seems to deliberately set up obstacles to prevent him from easily reading.

Humans are really complicated creatures. Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little, and when he understood the series of texts, he suddenly realized again.

"So, you're writing about your convoluted plan? That's kind of crazy, I say...but why are you writing about it as the victim No. 1? I mean, it's going to make your mind work harder." Is it smooth?"

"No, as you said, this is actually a letter for the recipient to understand."

Rocket feels even more confused, until he sees the talking critter mentioned in Schiller's last few lines.

He opened his eyes wide, his dark eyes rolled round and round, reflecting the light of the desk lamp, and then sighed: "Is this why you brought me here? You can write this letter and let me understand it at the same time." What do you want me to do?... You are really good at saving effort."

After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said, "So now, sir, you can set out to defend your image rights. "

"I wish I had." Not without sarcasm.

"If I had something to take pictures, I would definitely take pictures of you stunned and sell them to newspapers, and they would definitely be on the headlines of tomorrow's funny section." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone, rolled his eyes and said.

"You, you, you, you... I, I... I..."

Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon for a while, and pointed at himself for a while. His steps were as diligent as if he was doing a tap dance on the spot.

Suddenly he came to his senses again, patted his forehead and said, "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted yet? Are there any weird races in the universe? What is a talking raccoon?"

"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon calmed Quill with a word, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said: "You are a member of the Shi'ar Empire Guards, and you have just participated in the The king's wedding, and as it happens, I just got back from there too."

Quill looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, looked at him with his hands on his hips, and said, "It's normal for me to attend the wedding of the God King, but what's the matter with you? What capacity did you attend? Someone's pet? "

Quill stretched out two hands, and made a gesture of quotation marks with two fingers, but the strange thing is that Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt from his tone, but it seemed to be a joke to get closer to each other. Sure enough, He saw the young man in front of him wryly smiled and shook his head and said:
"Well, if you are a little pet, then maybe I am a knife, not very sharp, not useful, and naturally no one pays attention."

After finishing speaking, Quill looked down at the tomb in front of him again. He squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe off the dusty epitaph, and stared at the photo on the tomb.

Rocket Raccoon jumped down and stood beside Quill, looking at the name on the grave—"Meredith".

"She's my mother, obviously."

"How did she die?"

"Very bizarre."

"Stranger than a talking raccoon?"

Quill showed a helpless smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed Rocket Raccoon's head vigorously, and then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens, and died of an ion gun, a technological weapon that humans cannot understand. It's too weird, so it can only be buried here."

"Did you avenge her?"

"Maybe it is."

There was always a sadness in Quill's eyes, but his appearance did not look like such a melancholy person, Rocket thought, there may be deeper dark stories about his mother.

"It all started with a spaceship crashing in Colorado, like the beginning of a cliché sci-fi story, where a badly wounded alien climbed out and was rescued by an Earth woman.

They lived happily together, and soon after, the woman became pregnant, but one day, because of the responsibility on his shoulders, the husband returned to his hometown, leaving his pregnant wife alone in Englewood.

On the day the child was born, the woman suddenly had a crazy thought that took hold of her soul, something called out to her, and she knew she had to answer.

So, the woman who had just given birth rushed out of the door holding the baby like crazy, she wanted him to see the sky, or the stars hidden behind the sky, it was they that called her.

Unsurprisingly, she saw that the originally scattered stars were woven into a straight line. She wailed wildly like never before, and almost passed out. Perhaps her mother's instinct was telling her that the stars would take over walk her children.

This was all told to me by my mother, who repeated the story to me countless times, especially her sadness and uncontrollableness.

Perhaps because of my extraterrestrial blood, I have done things that humans cannot. On the first day of my birth, I had clear vision and clear memory.

What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, amidst her cries, I saw the stars embrace me.

In the stars behind the stars, in the depths still deeper, I saw something so terrible and so great, reaching out to me. "

"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular Zen window looked away from the text in the notebook and asked.

But Strange was surprisingly silent, this kind of silence without thinking was rarely seen in this increasingly mature mage, as if some rules stopped him and forced him to remain silent.

Maybe a few seconds passed, or maybe a few tens of minutes passed before Strange said in a strange voice like a violin with a sudden rise: "Tony, has the mighty power of the Iron Demon God given you nothing?" The courage and confidence to fear?"

"Obvious."

"What if there is something that cannot be measured by strength?"

"Are you worried that I will be afraid?"

"Obvious."

"what is that?"

"Stars."

"I will use some more neutral words when describing the stars, instead of exhausting gorgeous words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed in the room, as if he was speaking to someone.

"The sun belongs to human beings. We are never stingy with what we praise ourselves, but the stars are not like that. He never belongs to us. He just hangs in the sky, quietly looking down at us and looking at us."

"When human beings are stepping towards the stars, what awaits us is not only the lively interstellar society, but also something greater and more terrifying in the depths."

When Schiller wiped off the ink on his hands and picked up the pen again, slightly unfamiliar cursive characters appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone in the notebook finally began to fluctuate.

"The day after I returned to Earth, I got a weird letter that I hadn't had in years, but I opened it and read what was inside."

"It was no surprise that it was from my good friend Lisa, who works for NASA and was arguably the most important woman in my life after my mother passed away."

"But the relationship between the two of us is not love, but out of love for the same cause. It may sound a little crazy. A lunatic like me who talks nonsense has also worked as a mechanic in a NASA aviation base. This job is still Thanks to Lisa."

"I called her within the first hour of my return to Earth, and I was relieved to hear that she was still so confident, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy."

"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, UFO sightings have increased in the Southwest and throughout the United States, and similar phenomena have been reported from the East, which is not good news."

"But a thought suddenly popped up in my mind—couldn't they wait? Because they couldn't wait, did they have to send a more specific and louder call?"

"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon folded his arms, looked at Quill and asked, he shook his beard, and then said, "To be honest, I don't want to wander back to the universe anymore, at least I don't want to be alone."

"But you haven't said why you are here." Quill turned his head to look at Rocket Raccoon.

"At the banquet, I could tell that we were probably in the same boat. That day I heard you tell Heimdall, who was in charge of the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth, and the psychiatrist who happened to be taking care of me temporarily was also from Earth, so I came here I'm looking for you."

"But you're a raccoon."

"Mechanical raccoon." Rocket raccoon rolled his eyes and stretched out his little paw. Quill wasn't sure if he saw anything, so he moved his face closer, and with a "swish", the sharp mechanical raccoon The claw popped out.Nearly cut Quill's nose open.

"It's amazing." Quill shook his head slowly and said, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise light again, he turned his body around, looked into Rocket Raccoon's eyes almost lying on the ground and said: " Would you like to help me then?"

"That's why I asked you, what are you going to do next?"

"I have to go find Lisa." Quill said, scratching his hair. "She needs my help. Recently, another UFO landed in the Rocky Mountains. It's time for me to come back."

"She was the one who helped me in the past, but since I left Earth, I have never had the chance to repay her. Now she is devastated by her work and is under a lot of pressure from her boss. This is clearly reflected in that letter. I You have to help her."

Quill stretched out his arm towards Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon sighed, and after a moment's pause, he still grabbed Quill's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.

When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the figure of the young man and the raccoon on his shoulders disappeared into the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.

"At that time, I still held the heart of helping my friends, but what happened next was not enough to match my pure mood at that time, but greatly exceeded it, and even shattered it."

"It's not because our friendship is not strong enough, it's just that the thing that keeps calling me in the dark is like the song of a lark high in the sky, distant, indifferent, and I don't know where to go."

　The first time I saw the origin of the star-lord, I felt very grammatical
so there is this story
　
(End of this chapter)