[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Superman is Superman after all.

And Cyril did not make any actions that endanger public safety.

It's just riding a dragon, so who's in the way?

So, the two just looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and they lived in peace.

Seeing that the destination metropolis was just ahead, Cyril simply controlled the mount and took the initiative to fly forward.

The air current wrapped in water vapor in the high sky rushes towards us. As November approaches, the temperature at an altitude of [-] meters is enough to make any ordinary person shiver. Move in the city below.

The Son of Tomorrow in a red cloak fell far behind, with his hands behind his back, following Cyril unhurriedly.

The starlight was dim, and the moonlight was also sparsely blocked by the clouds. On the contrary, Cyril, dressed in a white robe and long golden hair, seemed to be more dazzling.

Superman's super vision and hearing had already discovered Cyril when he was still more than ten kilometers away from the edge of the metropolis.

After all, riding a dragon doesn't look like a normal person.

What's more, when he scanned Cyril's body with super vision, Superman was a little surprised to find that the shape of the other's bones and muscle arrangement were slightly different from those on Earth.

Clark, who was lying on the bed listening to music, felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it, so he put on his uniform painstakingly, and blatantly monitored this non-existent man who came to the metropolis for some reason in the middle of the night when no villains came out to make trouble. Humanity.

The whole journey was relatively silent, but when it was only 400 meters away from the ground, Cyril suddenly put the mount back into the backpack.

The gravitational force of the earth dragged the elf down, and the smooth blond hair instantly swayed away. From a distance, the whole person was like a ginkgo leaf blown down by the autumn wind, light and thin.

Superman was a little surprised, turned a corner in the air, avoided the tall buildings, and rushed towards the opponent quickly.

Just when Superman approached each other in a daze, Cyril was less than ten meters from the ground.

Seeing that the other party was about to fall into a pile of meatloaf, the kind Clark stretched out his arm from above, trying to grab Cyril's arm and stop the falling trend.

However, the blond elf spat out a few words in an incomprehensible language, and an invisible breeze blew past him, holding him firmly above the ground.

After using the levitation technique, Cyril slowly landed on the ground, looked up at Superman who was bewildered and frowning slightly, and after looking at him enough, he raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile: "This Your Excellency followed me all the way, do you have anything to say?"

Ignoring the slightly retro "lord" address in Cyril's mouth, Clark originally wanted to ask him what he was going to do when he came to the metropolis, but the other party asked this question first, and he did follow all the way silently, as if really Some of the plots are not the same.

Clark floated in the air, condescending.

And Cyril's hair was still a little messy, with her head held high, a pair of watery and gentle eyes were staring at him intently, and she blinked curiously.

Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but the young man seemed harmless to humans and animals. Clark was inexplicably wronged, so he also fell from the sky.

"I..." Clark hesitated for a moment, and he didn't have the nerve to directly say that he was here to monitor the other party. "I just went out for a walk at night, and I just saw a dragon flying towards the metropolis, so I just went to have a look."

Cyril should be thankful that he didn't fly to Gotham on a dragon, otherwise Batman wouldn't have been stingy with warning him and telling him to get out of Gotham.

Listening to the other party's answer, the elf who has always been good at handling others nodded, and said empathetically, "Well, I understand, after all, you are a superman, the guardian of the metropolis, but I'm really sorry to cause you trouble." .”

Hearing the other party's apology, Clark froze for a moment, his pure blue eyes reflected the other party's open face, he thought for a while, and said honestly: "It's okay...it's not too much trouble."

Cyril gathered her somewhat messy long golden hair, and simply tied them up. Under the moonlight, the elf's neck was long and slender, and her skin had a translucent texture, but there were no blood vessels showing through, like an elf. Like the beautiful dummy that was modeled.

"Do you want to have a cup of coffee together?" After tying up her hair, Cyril pointed her fingertips at a cafe that was still open on the side of the road, and said friendlyly, "If you don't need to continue walking."

Clark shook his head quickly: "No, I should go back to sleep."

Cyril waved his hand: "Then goodbye, Superman."

Clark was also very polite: "Goodbye."

After the big blue man with a steel body flew back to his small apartment at a speed that human eyes could not catch, he faced the window and suddenly remembered.

It seemed to me that it was a waste of effort, and in the end I didn't understand the purpose of the other party bringing a dragon to the metropolis.

Superman, who had just put on his pajamas and lay on the bed, sat up again, and Clark, who was a reporter, seemed to suddenly recall something.He took the mobile phone next to the bed and called his good friend who was still staying up late in the Planet Daily office building to catch up on the manuscript.

"Jim, it's me, Clark. You were the one who rushed to report the last time New York was invaded by the Chitauri, right? Can you send me all the pictures you took at that time? Nothing, just wanted to take a look."

"I got them all, thank you, Jim."

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Cyril did not expect that the flying dragon, which could only be used as a mount to travel, was more eye-catching than himself who once slaughtered thousands of Chitauri in New York.

What's more, he didn't expect that the strongest fighter on earth who was about to be blown into the sky by the media had no airs at all.

Looks like a pretty good teammate.

Not to mention that Superman's health is so high that Cyril has never seen in his life.

"Can't you see how much life he has?"

Xi Ruier had nowhere to go, but it was exactly as he said, he found a seat by the window in the coffee shop that was still open at night, and watched the light rain falling from the window.

[System: Unable to predict accurately]

Cyril stirred the coffee with a small spoon: "What if I must?"

[System: If you must have a numerical value, I can only give the closest one. 】

Cyril lowered her head and licked the milk cap floating above the coffee cup, "Tell me, I won't be scared."

[System: Positive Infinity. 】

Cyril: "..."

For the first time, the mage who has been praised as a genius since he was a child feels that this world is a bit unfair.

After a few seconds, the elf with the nipple ring at the corner of his mouth couldn't help laughing: "It seems that I underestimate the people in this world too much."

The system is silent.

"But that's fine," the elf propped his chin with his hands, raised his eyebrows, "I don't have to work too hard."

Hearing Cyril's overly leisurely tone, the intelligent system finally couldn't help it, and asked a question: "Excuse me, why do you care so much about whether the human beings in this world can successfully resist the Lost Legion? Because even for the sake of completing Task, you don't look like the kind of person who likes to rush forward."

Cyril looked at herself looming on the window glass: "Because I hate them, whoever defeats the Lost Legion will be very happy."

The sun is gradually rising.

Xi Ruier sat with a cup of coffee for half the night, finally got up, exchanged the gold coins in his backpack into US dollars from the system in proportion, settled the bill with the clerk, and paid a generous tip casually, finally from the store Ri went out.

Last night, Cyril did not land in the city center with the most dense traffic, but even so, at 06:30 in the morning, people were already coming and going on the street.

In the morning after the rain, Cyril stepped on the white boots in the puddles on the ground, took a deep breath, and didn't care about the eyes of the people around him.

He followed the crowd and walked straight to the opposite street. After walking more than ten meters, he turned left and entered an empty alley.This alley is only 30 meters long, there is no exit in front, and there are garbage cans all around. It looks like it should be the back alley of a bar next to it, and it is usually used to put garbage.

"Come out, don't follow me anymore." Cyril said to the empty alley.

No one answered him.

Cyril took out the staff from the backpack and held it in his hand: "Don't think I'm cheating you. There are three people in total, all about 1.8 meters tall. They stared at me outside the cafe for more than two hours. It's really interesting. Be patient."

Footsteps sounded from far to near, and three plainclothes SHIELD agents with tasers/guns in their hands walked in from outside.

"I hope you can come with us." The leading brown-haired agent said helplessly.

"Nick Fury really doesn't listen to people's advice," Cyril shook his head, "you go, I don't want to do anything."

The brown-haired agent took another step forward, and the front end of the taser/gun sparked: "Sorry, the boss's order must be carried out, and we don't want to hurt anyone. In fact, there is no harm in going back with us. I have some questions for you."

While talking, the two people standing behind saw the brown-haired agent make a gesture with his left hand behind his back, signaling them to take the opportunity to do something while he was talking to Cyril.

However, when the three confronted each other.

A voice suddenly sounded outside.

"I've called the police, you better leave quickly."

A tall curly-haired young man with black hair and blue eyes raised his hand to indicate the mobile phone he was talking on.

Seeing that the three people holding the tasers/guns were still in place, the enthusiastic citizen with black-rimmed glasses who looked a bit rustic continued to persuade: "There is a police station near here, and the police will be dispatched soon."

Glancing at the black-haired young man, Cyril simply put away the staff in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and smiled with interest.