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

"Are you not injured?" Seeing the three people reluctantly leaving, Clark stuffed his phone into his pocket and turned his head to ask.

Cyril shook her head, put her hands on her chest gracefully, and bowed slightly: "No, thanks to your help, thank you."

When Clark saw this kind of red tape, he felt a little embarrassed, but explained honestly: "Actually, I'm just like them, I'm here to find you."

Although the air was fresh in the morning, the smell of kitchen waste wafting out of too many trash cans was very unpleasant. Xi Ruier couldn't help but sneezed and rubbed his nose. He hurriedly left the alley , walking side by side on the street with Clark.

Hearing what Clark said, Cyril asked with great interest, "Why did you come to me?"

Although it is already autumn, Clark is only wearing a black formal suit, as if he is not afraid of the cold at all. He only has a work card with the Daily Planet logo on his neck. He picked up the work card and showed it to Cyril, explaining : "I'm Clark Kent, a reporter working for the Daily Planet. Yesterday someone said that it seemed that a 'Mage' who had appeared in the New York War was seen in a cafe in the Metropolis yesterday, so I came here after hearing the news , I want to interview you."

"Really?" Cyril touched the tip of his nose, looked at the side face of the curly-haired youth, and asked abruptly, "Would the person who told you this be Superman?"

Clark was slightly taken aback, then shook his head without changing his expression: "How is it possible? Although I have written some reports about Superman, many people have speculated whether I know Superman. Unfortunately, I have never met him."

"Oh," Cyril seemed a little disappointed, and sighed softly, "It seems that you are very interested in superheroes, do you specialize in reporting on them?"

Like every conscientious reporter, Clark was a little helpless, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't been working at Planet Daily for a long time. At the beginning, I just wrote gossip and entertainment readers of celebrities and politicians. Later, all kinds of superheroes began to appear. After that, my boss always sent me to report on them, and wanted me to write a superhero column."

Cyril wore her mage field survival suit as always, no matter what she was wearing or her appearance, she was out of tune with this world. When the two of them walked on the street, they couldn't avoid the eyes of passers-by.The strange thing is that Clark is 1.9 meters tall and has a sharp appearance. He looks handsome at a closer look, but he has no sense of presence and is completely unnoticeable.

"Hearing your tone, it seems very reluctant." Cyril couldn't help laughing, and continued to ask what Clark meant.

The big young man seemed a bit frustrated: "I became a reporter because I hoped to speak out for the weak and expose the truth hidden under power, money or various social unspoken rules, rather than caring which superhero likes to go to Eat out at a restaurant or date someone else."

Hearing this, Xi Ruier imitated the people in this world, and gave Clark a thumbs up to express his praise: "If you think so, you will definitely become a competent reporter."

Clark lowered his head and smiled sheepishly.

"This is not a polite word." Cyril looked up at the sky, "After all, no matter what time it is, people who choose to do difficult things instead of easy things are always respected."

Clark raised his hand and touched his head, seeming to agree, but soon realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and became a little restrained: "Sorry, I wanted to interview you, but instead let you hear so much about superheroes complain……"

As the most famous superhero in the world, complaining about superheroes in front of another superhero who has been hyped so much by the media recently.

Xi Ruier felt that this young man was very interesting, he licked his lips and said, "Have you had breakfast?"

Although he doesn't know if Superman needs to eat, but talking while eating is always a good way to easily bring people closer.

Clark didn't seem to understand what Cyril meant, and shook his head: "I ate it when I went out in the morning."

Cyril: "Then I'll treat you to coffee. Although I haven't left for a long time, I've already begun to miss that taste. After staying in the Avengers Building for more than half a month, I seem to have only learned to drink alcohol and drink coffee from Tony... ...But you have to go to work later, isn't it convenient to drink?"

Clark was caught by Cyril's words, and following the other's thinking, it was indeed not good to go out to drink while at work: "That's coffee."

It never occurred to me that asking my interviewee to buy me a coffee seems inappropriate...

So, Cyril once again walked into the coffee shop where he sat all night.

The waiter who had taken a lot of tips from him just now consciously entertained them, and after asking about Clark's taste, he served two steaming cups of coffee to them.

Smelling the mellow aroma of coffee, Clark realized that he had interviewed so many people, and none of those interviewees seemed to be as easy to handle as Cyril.

In other words, it was Cyril who easily handled him.

"What do you think of the 'mage' called by the media?" After taking a sip of coffee, Clark cleared his throat and asked the first question.

Cyril sat very upright, with straight shoulders and slender legs, but not rigid at all. The boots that had been stepped on in the rain did not have any stains, as if they should not be stained with dust by nature.

Clark was supposed to be working now, but Cyril's green eyes were staring at him so earnestly, which distracted him a little.

He is like a character in the bedtime fairy tales his mother Martha told him when he was a child, Clark thought, good-looking, gentle and kind, especially no matter what he said, Cyril would always listen carefully and care about him feel.

In short, Clark believes that Cyril looks perfect, but it will not make people afraid to get close to him, but it will make people feel very easy to get along with him.

So, he missed Cyril's answer to the question in his distraction, and Clark frowned angrily.

Cyril smiled and waved his hands in front of Clark, "Need I say it again, little reporter?"

Clark: "Um..."

"I have no objection to the title 'Mage'. But I also know that there are many other mages hidden on the earth, and I hope to be able to communicate with them."

Clark nodded, and asked the second question: "You have been in New York City before, why did you suddenly come to Metropolis?"

Cyril glanced at Clark's serious face again, tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Because of Superman."

Clark: "Uh, can you be more specific?"

Xi Ruier took a big sip of coffee and said with a smile: "This is a secret between the two of us, so I won't tell you, sorry."

Clark: "???"

When did I have an unspoken secret with you?

Looking at the puzzled expression on the little reporter's face, Cyril was satisfied like a fox who had stolen something, so he stopped mentioning Superman and continued to answer Clark's question.

The interview went very smoothly, and it was over in less than half an hour.

Clark raised his hand and looked at his watch, and found that the time was almost up, so he was about to return to the Planet Daily with the materials of this interview and start writing, but was stopped by Cyril when he got up.

"I have one thing I want to ask you, is that okay?"

Clark sat back on the chair and nodded: "As long as I can."

"I just came to the metropolis, and I don't know anyone, and I don't have Tony's powerful high-tech," Cyril said distressedly, "But I want to find someone, and the news channels of reporters are better than mine. Can you help me?"

This seemed to be a serious matter, and Clark lifted his spirits and asked, "Who are you looking for? Why?"

Cyril said seriously: "I have an enemy, they are good at corrupting others with evil magic energy, although I can feel the smell of this evil energy, but there are too many people in the metropolis, it is impossible to distinguish. If possible, I would like to ask you to help me pay attention to some people. They are usually characterized by a sudden change in temperament, making relatives and friends around them feel as if they are different people, and secretly doing some unreasonable things. This kind of change It may be obvious, or it may be subtle, but it is always felt by those close to us."

For this kind of thing, Clark is of course obliged: "Don't worry, I will help you pay attention, and I will ask the reporters around me to find out if there is such a person."

Cyril stood up and shook hands with Clark: "Thank you, if I find out early, I have a way to save these people, but if it takes too long, even I can't do anything."

Clark nodded and prepared to leave.When he got out of the coffee shop, he suddenly found that he didn't leave Cyril's contact information at all. Although Superman could find Cyril at any time, the person whom Cyril asked was the young reporter Clark.

So, he went and came back.

"Contact information?" Cyril was a little confused.

Clark: "It's the phone number."

Cyril: "Sorry, I don't have a cell phone."

"What about email?"

"I don't have that either."

"Residential Address?"

"I don't have a place to live yet."

Clark scratched his head, helplessly: "Then what are you going to do, are you living on the street?"

Cyril didn't think there was anything wrong, he was used to wandering, so he nodded: "That's good, it's convenient for me to track down those evil forces."

Clark couldn't turn a blind eye to this situation. In his eyes, being homeless was really pitiful.

"My landlady just mentioned to me two days ago that the tenant across from me has moved out. I'll call her now and ask her, if possible, how about you live there for a while?"