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Chapter 53 Hatred
Wanda Maximoff opened her bright black eyes without blinking, and the red light covered her bright eyes like a layer of watery irises.Crimson fluctuations simmered between her slow-moving palms, changing and flipping like a fluid, and gradually transformed into the shape of a knife under the will of the little witch, polishing a thin and sharp edge.

She held her breath, concentrated her attention unprecedentedly, fine beads of sweat slid down her snow-like cheeks.With a flick of her fingertip, dark red ripples exploded in the air, and the flying knife flew out dragging a phantom of chaotic magic power, with a slight sound of piercing the air.

The magic power formed into the shape of a blade pierced through the human target ten steps away, leaving a thin penetrating gap at the head.

The tense nerves were finally relaxed, and Wanda let out a long sigh of relief, bending over with her hands on her thighs and panting.With flushed cheeks and profuse sweat, she subconsciously looked at the "mentor" who was standing aside with her arms folded.

"Good job." Michael handed her a white dry towel from the shelf, "It's going pretty fast today."

Wanda thanked her and took the towel to wipe the sweat off her brow.

"Let's take an intermission first, and we'll continue later." Michael walked to the table in the corner of the room, picked up the brewed coffee pot, shook it, and poured himself a cup of mellow coffee.

Then he raised the coffee pot at Wanda: "Would you like coffee?"

"One cup, add sugar, thank you."

Wanda came closer.She caught a glimpse of the watch on Michael's wrist as she took the coffee mug from Michael's hand.It was a black watch with exquisite workmanship, a round ceramic case, a delicate hollow dial, and a dual time zone device that could be used for two sets of time in different regions.

Wanda took a sip of coffee: "It's a good watch."

"AMVOX, I can give you one if you like it." Michael shook his wrist, "Interested in watches?"

"No, thank you. I'm not particularly interested." Wanda shook her head, and her eyes moved to a white wall in front of her, "It's just that I remembered that my father gave me a watch in the past. When I was nine years old."

There was a look of memory in her eyes.Michael took a sip of his coffee without making a sound.

"Back then I really liked an Eastern European cartoon called Viki and Her Friends. It was a silly cartoon, but I just loved it.

On the Christmas day when I was nine years old, the production company of that animation seemed to jointly promote the activities of some local group in our city, and launched a limited edition watch with animation-related themes.At that time, I clamored for it, but our family's economic situation was not very good, so my mother disagreed.But my father agreed, and he took me to queue early in the morning. We queued for more than an hour outdoors at several degrees below zero, and I finally got the limited edition watch as I wished. "

She closed her eyes gently.

"But I didn't expect that the cartoon-themed limited edition watch was the only gift from my father that I could take out after our house was bombed and destroyed."

"I regret that."

"Later, Pietro and I went around a lot, and I lost that watch somewhere. It's always a pity. But it's been many years. The local group in the city seems to have closed down soon afterwards. Well, the limited edition watch for the event was only released once that year, so it should be out of print.”

Wanda paused and looked at Michael.

"To be honest, I've always thought that those who are rich and powerful are the same. They are aloof and luxurious, and no one cares about the life and death of people in a small place like Sokovia." She put down He lifted the cup, "I thought you were one of them before."

"Oh? So you've changed your mind now?"

"From the first time we met, I thought you were just another lunatic like Strucker, chasing power, delusional to conquer the world or something. Elizabeth, your secretary, told us you were the nicest person she'd ever met, I didn't quite believe it at the time." Wanda said, "but now I realize that you are indeed different from other people. You never enjoy your power and wealth, I only see that you want to use your talents and Power to do good."

"I never said that," said Michael dryly.

Wanda smiled slightly: "Miss Elizabeth also said that you would not admit it. I think she seems to know you quite well."

Michael paused for a moment, then asked, "You said 'other people'. I guess you meant Stark, right?"

The smile on Wanda's face disappeared.

"Stark is a murderer," she said dryly. "A lot of people say that."

"There are also many people who say he is a hero."

"Pietro and I hid under the bed and were trapped by a bomb with Stark's name on it for two days. For two whole days, we waited for him to kill us." The little witch's tone was full of resentment.

"That name just means he made the bomb. Countless people are killed by guns every year, but I don't see anyone going to the gun manufacturer for revenge."

Wanda frowned at him: "Are you defending Stark?"

"I'm telling you not to stick to the past." Michael said lightly, "Hatred seems to be able to drive you forward, but it will also swallow you one day. Whether it is past resentment or achievements, you have always been wallowing in the past In the midst of this, we will only stagnate. There is no point in continuing to entangle with the past, what matters is the future."

"So you've been doing this all along? You don't see the past at all, only the future?" Wanda asked, "Is your past meaningless to you?"

"No." Michael replied bluntly, "Instead of sticking to the established facts of the past or past achievements, it is better to look at what should be done in the future."

"So you're telling me to just let it go?" Wanda said in a low voice. "Stark blew up our home, killed our parents, and almost killed us. We survived Stark." Experiments, acquisition of these abilities, and finally came to this point. And you are telling me now that we should stop here, just forgive Stark? Make peace with him?"

"I'm saying you should let go and let this go, not that you should forgive Stark. There's a difference between the two."

Wanda raised her head and looked at him, and suddenly found that the man's eyes were so unfathomable, cold and deep, like an abyss, and there was no fluctuation in the process of speaking.

She found herself used to telepathically probing people, knowing the deepest thoughts of anyone.But only this man she couldn't understand at all from beginning to end.

"You know, what I just said about knowing you...I found out that I was wrong." Wanda said bluntly, "You are indeed different from other people. You are not as greedy, lustful, or full of love as they are. Conquering Desire You are a person who just has no emotions."

Michael finished his coffee, put down his cup, expressionless.

"The intermission is over." He said lightly, "It's time for training."

(End of this chapter)