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

"No need to hide it, I can see it."

Connor said.

Looking at the little Kryptonian's hateful eyes, even Superman really couldn't think of anything to say to relieve the embarrassment, so he had to pretend nothing happened, staring at the steak in front of him in a daze.

Fortunately, Cyril felt the embarrassment in time, put down the note in his hand, stood up, and poured a glass of wine for himself and the adult Kryptonian opposite.

Although they have to go back to work in the afternoon, the metabolism of Kryptonians and elves is different from that of humans, so they don't have to worry about whether they drink or not.

"Now I say that white wine can prevent hair loss," the elf raised his glass and looked at Connor with crooked eyes, "Do you still believe it?"

Connor shook his head with a calm expression: "I won't believe it anymore."

Clark interjected, "Well, you're young."

Connor: "Protecting your hair starts small."

Clark, at a loss for words: "..."

In an awkward yet warm atmosphere, the lunch ended quickly. There were not many people in this staff restaurant with a high level of security, and it became even more empty after 12:30.In contrast, the helicopters outside the building take off and land frequently, and the Kryptonian robot donated by Clark is constantly patrolling outside.

Cyril stood up, put on the long dark blue windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair, the blond hair, which was cut short to the shoulders for convenience, was tied behind her head, and a few strands accidentally slipped from behind her ears to the side of her face, hooking out curved arc.

If it weren't for those pointed ears, he would look like a young and well-bred human gentleman.

It turned out that before he knew it, the elf who couldn't even buy milk had almost perfectly integrated into modern human society.

Clark also stood up, and originally wanted to say goodbye to the elf directly, and then left with Connor.

But thinking of the beautifully written note, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Cyril.

"What's the matter?" Cyril tilted her head slightly, and put the iron-gray cashmere scarf around her neck. The cashmere is wrapped around the delicate skin, and the texture is warm and soft, making people want to reach out and touch it.

Clark thought for a while, raised his hand solemnly, and gently helped Cyril tidy up the scarf and neckline.

His warm fingers ran across the fair side of the elf's face, and pinned the strand of pale golden hair behind his ear.

The elf's ears trembled sensitively, Clark couldn't help but smiled, and asked, "Can I have coffee with you after get off work today? I have a gift I want to give you."

Cyril lowered her eyes, her slightly upturned nose was illuminated by the sun and was crystal clear, with a lovely curve. Clark looked at it, and remembered the feeling of the tip of their noses rubbing against each other that day.

But before he could pull away from the warmth of his memory, Cyril had already raised his head, his eyes were as calm as a Pentagon spokesman: "If I'm free, I will contact you."

Elves are always so magical.

When you are amazed by his powerful strength, the next moment you will feel sorry for the pain he has suffered.But when you want to protect his fragility, you find that you seem to be a little sentimental.

Clark's lips pursed into an arc: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Superman in uniform left with Connor, who had the Ayer family S-shaped crest printed on his chest.

In the afternoon, one of them went to the watchtower to be on duty as planned, and the other young one had to go back to participate in Shaozheng's training.

Cyril naturally returned to her office.

He walked through the tables in the restaurant, went to the elevator door, pressed the button on the top floor, and waited for the car to rise.

At this time, a series of footsteps sounded behind him, steady and elegant.

Since the chief of "Brightness" is to some extent the most powerful person here, there is no dedicated elevator, and any employee may take the same elevator with the supreme chief.

But at this moment, Cyril suddenly regretted it.

Because he heard that the owner of the footsteps was Dr. Hannibal.

Cyril felt that someone was standing beside her, and his warm gaze passed over his side face.

The mature man with blond hair like him smiled lightly, and said, "I am very grateful for the experimental samples you have given me and the historical permissions of the Psychological Research Department."

Cyril turned around with a watery face, without showing any inner thoughts, but said indifferently: "This is because you are worth it. I am looking forward to the research results of your department, Dr. Hannibal."

While speaking, the elevator had arrived, and Xi Ruier walked in first.

And Hannibal behind him stretched out his hand, sideways to block the elevator door, preventing the elevator door from closing suddenly and trapping Cyril.

Although it is absolutely impossible for this kind of situation to happen on the elevator of the Guangming headquarters building, Hannibal's set of movements of reaching out and covering him sideways makes people feel like a spring breeze.

It's a pity that Cyril can fully feel that the other party's doing this is not because he is really worried that someone will be caught by the elevator door, but it is just a habitual etiquette.

He harbored some unfair prejudice against Dr. Hannibal just because his eyes were too similar to Heinciri's, which made Cyril feel a little guilty.

So, he asked with concern: "I came to New York suddenly from Baltimore, are you still used to it?"

Cyril raised the corners of her mouth politely and blinked her eyes.

Under the cold light, the green color on the irises is deep, but the pale golden eyelashes are light and agile, like butterflies fluttering on the green leaves.

Hannibal's breath hitched.

He stared at the other person's eyes, and then looked down, falling on the elf's pale lips, the tight cheeks on both sides, and the slender neck that could be held with one hand.

After a few seconds, he retracted his gaze and nodded calmly: "I used to study in New York when I was young. Compared with that time, New York has not changed much, but there are many more people I don't know well. Super hero."

Cyril: "That's a bit difficult. Basically, the superheroes in New York have a part-time job in 'Bright'. You will see them often in the future."

The floors of the elevator went up little by little, and in this confined space, Cyril could smell the faint scent of perfume on Hannibal's body.The top note of the steady woody fragrance has almost evaporated, the musk in the back note and the earthy patchouli make people think of the forest in the rain, the stag with huge horns stepping on the muddy ground, and the posture Vigorous, running through the towering forest.

blood red numbers keep beating

21 floors, 22 floors, 23 floors...

Cyril took a step forward.

"actually……"

Hannibal spoke suddenly.

Cyril didn't look back, but the man behind him just looked at the back of his neck wrapped in a cashmere scarf.

That piece of skin is extraordinarily delicate.

"I have an immature hypothesis. According to what is known so far, the high-level undead retain more self-awareness, while the low-level undead are more like a vegetable that can walk around, and will unconditionally obey the orders of the officers. But the causal relationship Maybe it’s inverted, human beings or individuals of other races with strong self-awareness, after being transformed into undead, will be more likely to become mid-to-high-level managers.”

Cyril put his hands in his pockets, and when he reached his destination, the elevator doors slid open to both sides, and a gust of wind blew in his face, rolling up his long dark blue windbreaker.

The supreme officer continued to walk forward, the corners of his clothes fluttering, and his pace was a little hurried.

"Perhaps your assumption is correct. But when you think about it carefully, it's a bit sad. The powerful and those dangerous outlaws who possess resources in society, even if they become undead, are still noble figures, but those After ordinary people who usually live step by step become undead, they are still slaves who are driven and squeezed."

Hannibal didn't continue to follow, and stopped in the elevator.

Until the metal door was gently closed again, the figure of the handsome officer completely disappeared from sight.

Hannibal shook his head nonchalantly.I thought, isn't this the way the world should be?

—

Cyril walked into the office, where he had a finalized negotiation this afternoon.

Norman Osborn, the chairman of the Osborne Group, was arrested and brought to justice by Spider-Man and the idle Nick Fury for endangering public safety.

His son, Harry Osborn, just a high school student, took on the responsibility of running the group.

Facing the plummeting stock price and the angry accusations from shareholders, the young master had no choice but to sell some research projects to "Brightness", including the genetic project that created Spider-Man.

But before Harry Osborn arrived as scheduled, a small bug had already been hung outside Cyril's window.

After getting along with this group of children for a long time, Cyril's temper has become much gentler.

He stood up, opened the glass outside, and invited, "Why don't you come in and sit down, Spider-Man?"

The little spider hanging upside down on the spider silk was a little embarrassed, he quickly waved his hand: "I won't go in, and don't be seen by others for a while."

Cyril folded his arms and looked at him: "Your files have been transferred from S.H.I.E.L.D. to 'Light', are you afraid of being seen by others?"

Indeed, Connor, Hai Shaoxia, and the second-generation Robin still have a Justice League, but Spider-Man, who was originally trained in S.H.I.E.L.D., can only leave the file temporarily because he is still a superhero underage. Hanging on "Guangming", "Guangming" is responsible for paying the property losses and daily training expenses incurred during his actions.

Peter sighed faintly, put away the spider silk, and jumped into the room with a light figure. Under the mask that Cyril couldn't see, the youth's clear amber eyes were full of distress.

"If you have anything, you can just say it directly." Hearing his sighs, Cyril raised her eyebrows with interest.

Peter gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "You are going to discuss cooperation with Harry Osborn today, right?"

Cyril gently wiped the dust on the glass with her fingers, "That's right."

"I want to ask you to help him..." Peter sat down on the stool, huddled there, looking pitiful, "His temper probably wouldn't plead for mercy or show weakness, but he's really quite right now. Difficult. His father went to prison suddenly and was judged as a dangerous person without bail for life. The group did not know what project they were researching and lost a lot of money..."

After talking a lot over and over again, Peter suddenly raised his head: "If the cooperation with you fails, the shareholders on the board of directors will not let Harry go!"

Xi Ruier thought it was a bit amusing: "Whether those people let him go, what does it have to do with you?"