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

"Would you like to follow me?"

The elf leaned against the wall, his eyes lowered, his voice was like a cool spring in the middle of the night, gently but forcefully rushing into the ears of the qin full of fire/drug, which made people suddenly startled, and the whole person was awake.

The red-haired girl raised her eyes, and looked at Cyril with tears in her eyes.

Xi Ruier took a step forward, sat on the chair next to the piano desk, put his arms lightly on the unclosed pages of the desk, and said in a casual way: "You are so excited now, maybe you can stay here I will do something that I will regret in the future. Moreover, the current stable state of the Phoenix Force is only temporary, why not follow me first and calm down."

Qin didn't speak any more, just lowered her head, her soft red hair, which was as warm as a rose, hung down her face.

After more than ten seconds, the girl turned over and got out of bed, put on a brown leather jacket, put on Martin boots, and stuffed a few books and some daily necessities into her school bag.

After finishing everything, she stood in front of Cyril, looking straight at him.

"Let's go," Cyril sighed softly, straightened the girl's turned-up neckline with her fingers, and patted her on the shoulder, "You children will grow up one day."

Charles watched from a distance, and did not show up until the end, but quietly said to Cyril in his mind: "Please help me take care of her. If Magneto comes to find her, don't let him take Qin away."

Cyril raised her head and looked in Charles' direction across several floors, "Don't get me wrong, I'm going to take her to the Avengers Building to be taken care of by Captain, where there are children like Spider-Man, Nova, and White Tiger. You If you want to thank, you should also thank the Avengers."

Charles smiled lowly in Cyril's ear, and his gloomy mood seemed to have improved: "Then I still have to thank you, thank you for everything you have done for the mutants."

Cyril drew a portal in front of him.

The dark purple magic light shines brightly in the middle of the night, and it seems to be able to lead to an unknown new world.

"It doesn't matter," Cyril said to Charles before leaving, "As long as it's about the undead and the lost legion, you will always count on me. I hope that I can count on you in the future."

Sitting in front of the window, Charles was silent for a while facing the night scene, until the light of the portal downstairs was completely extinguished. The mutant leader turned the wheelchair, stretched his arms forward with some difficulty, and closed the half-open window .

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Cyril has set up Qin in the Avengers Building.

She was actually a very worry-free girl. She silently packed up her new residence, exchanged contact information with Cyril, and made an appointment to go to Captain America's morning class with Spiderman and the others the next day.

"Do you hate him?" Before leaving, Cyril looked at the silent girl and decided to comfort her.

Qin lowered her head and fiddled with the small tumbler next to the bedside table, slowly shaking her head.

Cyril sat opposite the girl, her face was perfect like a phantom under the soft light above her head, even though Qin was in a terrible mood, she was calmed down by the beautiful sight in front of her.

"The phoenix hasn't left your body, its power is still affecting you." Cyril took out a small ceramic flower pot from his backpack and placed it in front of Qin. "I believe you can feel it too. You are now stronger than ever before. If it weren't for me, the outbreak of the Phoenix Force just now might have killed all the people in the entire academy, thereby absorbing their energy."

The palm-sized green plant is petite and cute, with a few leaves that are only the size of a human fingernail. The surface is covered with a layer of transparent film, which reflects the light and looks crystal clear.

Qin bit her lip and held out her palm.

Cyril put the small green plant in the girl's tender palm.

"If I were Charles, I'm not sure if I'd keep a time bomb like you around," Cyril's tone was gentle, but his words were cruel, "I might turn a blind eye, or even preemptively attack Get rid of the hidden dangers in the future. Do you think it is common for people who will make the same choice as me in this world?"

Her mental strength is as strong as a piano, but she is inexplicably absorbed into a tense atmosphere by Cyril.

Not a silly girl. After thinking for a while, she shook her head in frustration, and replied, "It's common... most people will avoid danger."

Cyril smiled at the girl, but her eyes were extremely calm, "Charles is not a saint, so don't ask him with the standards of a saint. It would be unfair to him or you to do so. If I were you, I would I will resent the parents who abandoned me, I will resent humans who discriminate against mutants and the government that persecutes mutants, but I will not resent Charles."

Qin raised her head abruptly: "I..."

Cyril raised a finger and put it lightly in front of her lips: "Shh... I'm not preaching, I'm just sharing my thoughts with you, you don't need to listen to any word I say. Good night, girl."

Another portal, faintly glowing in front of Cyril.

"You're not that kind of person," the girl behind him suddenly said before he left, "You're not the kind of person who turns a blind eye or strikes first. I see it."

The elf didn't look back, just shook his head with a smile, and left the Avengers Building.

In this long night, there is still an unresolved matter waiting for the hard-working mage.

Cyril did not directly teleport herself back home, but instead appeared in the small garden downstairs in the community.

The night wind is blowing, the birds are silent, the first winter snow is falling from the sky, and the street lamps that have been in disrepair on the path are flickering, and the dim yellow light can only illuminate a small piece of land under your feet.

Hills Moonlight Forest, where the elves were born, has no snow, and the four seasons there are constant. Looking around, it will always be a lush green.

The first snow that Cyril saw was with Heinciri.

The two sat in a small dilapidated tavern opened by the dwarves. The down-and-out human prince sold his sword and bought the best bottle of wine in the tavern for the picky elf.Surrounding them are bustling passers-by, chatting, competing, and guessing games with each other. The atmosphere is in full swing. Strangers who don't know each other can also share a glass of mellow wine together.

Maybe it was such a happy time. The elf boy who had never seen the hustle and bustle of the world had a smile on his face, a rosy wine blush on his cheeks, casually patted his friend on the shoulder, and promised " It would be fine if it was always like this from now on.”

Clark heard the footsteps of elves downstairs, and when he went downstairs, he saw a scene that made him hold his breath.

The elf turned half sideways, with soft blond hair hanging behind her, trembling slightly with the cold wind, like a handful of shattered moon shadows.He looked up at the dark blue sky, as if he was depressed because of the heaviness of the sky, and he seemed to be simply admiring the distant stars.

"Isn't it cold?" Clark walked to Cyril's side and wanted to take off his coat. Just as he unbuttoned it, he found himself asking a stupid question and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Sorry, I forgot You are a magician now."

Hearing Clark's voice, the elf turned to look at him, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder.

"Don't say sorry to me, Clark." Cyril's eyes turned to Clark's neck, and found that he was still wearing the string of soul stones that he had worn by himself, which was close to the skin.

The red color of the gem seemed to have warmth, and the hot Cyril moved his eyes away.

Clark shrugged, "Then I really don't know what to say next."

"I thought you wanted to educate me," the archmage, who had always been gloomy, looked at Clark's side face, his pale lips suddenly smiled, "Don't make something out of nothing, and be fair even to the big villains who keep causing trouble. In the trial, we must uphold justice and not become more unscrupulous than the villains..."

Clark scratched his head, his eyes full of helplessness: "What's the matter, are truth, justice, and the ideals that human beings insist on ridiculous?"

A few snowflakes fell on Cyril's pale golden eyelashes, refracting the moonlight, and his eyes became brighter than the North Star.

The young man who looked gentle and holy like an archangel blinked his eyes, and said as a matter of course: "Human beings are ridiculous."

Clark was puzzled: "I remember that you almost disappeared into this world in order to save the 'ridiculous' human beings."

Cyril nodded: "I'm just trying to fight against the Lost Legion, you humans don't want to be sentimental."

Clark continued to ask: "Is fighting the Lost Legion so important to you?"

Cyril rubbed the snowflakes on her eyelashes.

It seemed that because of the low body temperature, the snow melted very slowly after falling on his body.

"Yes, more than anything else."

Clark thought for a while, but still felt something was wrong, and continued to ask persistently: "Then in New York, why did you give up killing the head of the Lost Legion and choose to save my life? Am I that important?"

Cyril: "..."

Looking at the elf who was speechless for a long time, Clark quickly waved his hands and explained: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that, I didn't think I was important to you..."

Cyril: "You can stop talking for now."

Clark closed his mouth obediently, and continued to look at the moon with the elf mage in the cold wind of several degrees below zero.

Ten minutes passed.

"Because it's about mutants and you, and Tony and I have submitted all the evidence, so Stryker will go to court-martial next week for trial. The felony he committed is either life imprisonment/imprisonment or death reprieve, but considering If he is transformed into an undead after death, the knowledge about mutants and sentinel robots in his brain will be detrimental to the earth, so the judge informed me in advance and allowed me to lock him into the phantom space."

The Phantom Zone is a prison developed by the residents of Krypton before the destruction of Krypton. Clark is basically only used to detain some Kryptonian criminals who cannot be held in human prisons due to their strength. Criminals who enter the Phantom Space will be temporarily released. Losing one's own body and never dying to grow old certainly has no escape.

It was indeed very appropriate for Clark to do so.

The great superman had a lonely childhood and impulsive adolescence.I used to be confused and resentful, and I was at a loss because of my own uniqueness. Because of the suppression of society, I felt that my ideals were heavy and almost impossible to achieve.

But the Clark standing in front of Cyril now is gentle and powerful, with a self-consistent and perfect inner logic, and he has long been the superman that everyone can rely on.

"Clark." Cyril suddenly called his name.

"I'm different from you. I no longer pursue fairness, justice and truth. In order to defeat the lost legion, I will not cherish the lives of people on earth. So I hope you will recognize my true face as soon as possible, and don't be afraid of me when I have already faced you." You... No, don't show disappointment to me when something really happened. Because next time, that sword might fall down."

Cyril's eyelids drooped, his fine eyelashes were wet with snow, his eyes looked slightly moist, and something inexplicable flowed quietly in his eyes.

The elf, who never expressed his inner thoughts easily, stood in the snow like this, unhurriedly and calmly, cutting himself apart with words.

He looks pitiful, but this misery may just be an illusion of Kryptonian arrogance.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your encouragement!I will try my best to punch the duck!

The Dachao standing in front of the elf is the best Dachao, but unfortunately the elf standing in front of Dachao is no longer his best self.Thinking about it is a bit cruel orz