A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

New York City, Brooklyn.

Loki slid to the ground slowly against the wall, covered his eyes with one hand, and let out an indiscernible sigh between his fingers.

Some people want to save the world, some people just want to save one person.

But no one has ever said that even the frivolous desire to save someone should be weighed on the same scale as the painful theme of the destruction of the world.

This sounds particularly ridiculous, as if Achilles' heel was severely injured on the battlefield, and it seems that King Oedipus finally walked on the route planned by fate.Less than a month ago, he was able to ridicule the human emperor of Midgard for not being cruel enough, and made his life a joke. Now it seems that he himself is not far from that joke.

He severed the hearing link.

His stupid older brother wanted to say something at the meeting, but without thinking about it, it was definitely not going to help.

The prophecy of the three goddesses of fate was so deafening that even he himself, standing on the standpoint of the group of avengers, couldn't believe that his original intention was just to end a chain of sorrows belonging to artificial humans.

On one side of the God of Trickster's ear, a strand of silver-white hair was twisted among the jet-black hair, which was too clear to be mistaken.

This is the magic formula of Asgard, even older than the runes that Odin found from the World Tree Yggdrasil and Mimir Spring.If you weave someone's hair into your own hair, and hammer the sideburns on your chest, then that person's soul and heart will be imprisoned by the spell, until they die, and never die.

In the eyes of most Asgardians, this tends to be more like a fairy tale handed down from ancient times, but it itself has symbolic significance in the field of magic.The white hair can be seen at a glance, and people often think of the person with silver-white hair.

That person has always been expressionless, blunt and dull, and his whole soul is sealed with a hard shell.It is obvious that every second is facing a life-threatening situation, but in the face of a short life, he can still remain indifferent.

It makes people angry just thinking about it.

But it is such a person, whose behavior is so stubborn that people find it ridiculous, and his life is so sad that people feel pity, but he bears the anchor of the world's changes.

And at the moment when he knew nothing about fate, perhaps he had already made a wrong choice in the eyes of everyone.

Perhaps in a certain world line, the knife was not sent smoothly, he was still a cavalry servant wearing Caster's shell, even if Einzbern completely lost the ability to move during the final battle, he would still Be able to end the Holy Grail War before the opponent dies, and grab the Holy Grail to complete an ambition to rule Asgard.

Or maybe his cheap brother Saul arrived in time and successfully prevented his plan. The brothers may have the opportunity to see the end of an artificial human's life. Send a bouquet of flowers here, and the world runs smoothly, until this little memory is overwritten by something more important.

It's just that the predictions of the three goddesses of fate are never allowed to be assumed. No matter how perfect the plan is, it is as powerless in the face of fate.

Loki got up, obviously there was still plenty of magic power obtained from Thor's blood, but he felt as if his limbs and bones were empty, and he couldn't even recite a single project spell.

It can't stop now, there will still be something that can be made up for now, first of all, it must be determined where the excess magic power is sent to——

"gentlemen?"

A gentle male voice suddenly came from behind.

The god of trickery turned around suddenly, damn it, he was a little too distracted just now, and he didn't even realize that a stranger had approached him.Loki put on a defensive posture, but when he turned around, he found that the man behind him had almost nothing to resist—the man was even sitting in a wheelchair, an elderly man in a suit and leather shoes.

But this doesn't mean that he can relax his vigilance, it is an incredible thing to be able to appear beside him without being noticed - even if he did lose his composure just now.

"I'm sorry, because your emotions just now were too strong, so I'm a little curious."

The old man in the wheelchair smiled slightly: "Introduce yourself, you can call me Charles. Charles Xavier."

Loki flipped his palms, and the two daggers shone coldly.

"I have some, um, powers that are different from ordinary humans in your eyes. You can understand it as superpowers."

Charles smiled mildly: "It gives you some psychological hints, so you don't pay attention to the surrounding environment."

"No chant magic?"

Loki asked cautiously: "Are you an atrium magician?"

"You can call me a mutant."

Charles still maintained a polite smile: "Although I don't know what kind of existence the magician you are talking about, it seems that you are facing confusion."

"...I don't need a Atrium person to teach yet."

Loki raised his hand, and the dagger brushed Charles' temple and plunged into the tree trunk behind him.The old man in the wheelchair didn't even raise his eyelids: "Although it's presumptuous, I read a little bit of your thinking."

"Then you should know that killing you is as easy as crushing a bug, an ant in the courtyard."

Loki took two steps forward with an unceremonious expression, his slender figure cast a shadow, enveloping the old man who called himself Charles.

For such contemptuous words, Charles Xavier did not show any extra emotion, he smiled generously at Loki: "I know that your age is much older than me... I mean, even so , as a teacher, I still want to interrupt a few words because of professional habits."

"Wide your own words carefully."

Loki's fingers glowed with green light, looking threatening: "If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in the form of a cockroach."

"It's true that it's easy for you to kill me. After all, I'm already a helpless old man, even if I've been the principal for many years."

Charles smiled: "But it is easy for you to kill me, but you want to save a life that is much more fragile than me... This is very commendable."

Loki first showed a thoughtful expression, then suddenly woke up and took two steps back, a burst of magic power hit the ground in front of Charles' wheelchair, and the surge of magic power almost forced his wheelchair to overturn.

"You read my memory?"

He quickly thought about what his reaction meant: "I guess, with a little spiritual hint? But this kind of low-level technique is impossible to completely affect me, you know, to anger an Aspen What will happen to Gard's god—"

"Sir, I mean, it's never wrong to want to save someone."

Charles' expression could not be described as insincere: "Besides, things are not as bad as you imagined, are they?"

"You're smart, Atrium man."

The God of Tricks regained his expression, and a flash of magic flashed, and he put on his battle armor and the helmet with golden horns again: "But you are facing the God of Tricks, if you want to use If such superficial remarks lead me to do what you expect, I have to say that you really think too well."

"It's not hard to guess, who exactly sent you... SHIELD? Or the damned Avengers?"

The golden helmet casts two curved shadows on the ground.

"You don't have magic power, so you are definitely not a participant in the Holy Grail War... Do you want to prevent me from grabbing the Holy Grail, or want to protect the safety of the entire world through this simple and rude way of persuading you to surrender?"

Loki blinked and exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "They are so courageous, they dare to send you to face me alone. Or, you are determined to be a martyr who protects peace and die under the evil god Under the magic, you are willing to do whatever you want? If this is the case, then this is really a stupid plan, and you have not even reflected your own value."

"You're always in a hurry."

Charles straightened his wheelchair: "I'm not affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D., and I don't have much contact with the Avengers. Of course, they must know me, but they rarely bother me...more often, I'm in Run a school and shelter many students who are as disoriented as you are."

Successive pictures intruded into the field of vision. Although it was unpleasant, Loki was keenly aware that they did not interfere with the threat of the spirit. It is indeed a school, and there are quite a few students chasing and fighting, and the methods are somewhat surprising. These people are obviously different from ordinary people in the atrium.

"Of course, at your age, you have already surpassed all the students here."

Charles' voice resounded directly in his mind, and this time, Loki did not use magic power to resist: "I apologize to you very presumptuously, I grabbed a small part of your memory about the Holy Grail War in advance, and I also learned about it. What kind of competition is it, I want to say that it is very rare to be able to get to this point, and you are indeed an excellent contestant."

"It's just that everything is not over yet. I don't know what kind of predictions you magicians have for the future, and you don't know anything about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan, but as far as the moment is concerned, I think there are still many twists and turns leeway."

"Do you want me to imitate Oedipus the Rex, man of the yard?"

Loki couldn't help saying: "You don't understand what Belldandi's prophecy means at all. The web of fate woven by her and Shikoti has never been missed so far, even the most intense struggle, the changes brought about It’s just a different form of showing the same fate.”

"I'm not a magician, nor a god, just an ordinary school principal."

Charles smiled innocently: "I always have to tell my students to never give up the test paper in their hands before the bell rings at the end of the test."

The image shown by the mutant's power faded like a tide, and the golden helmet was shrouded in sunset light, casting a long silhouette.

"Your student."

The god of trickery repeated the sentence again, as if it was some kind of big joke.

"Just treat it as a principal's occupational disease."

Charles seems to be a really kind headmaster - if you leave out his strange ability: "I'm not sure about fate, but I have students who are good at repairing broken bodies. Science and technology and magic Problems that cannot be solved, why not try to appeal to the superpowers of mutants?"

Green eyes narrowed slightly, Loki pressed two index fingers on Charles' shoulder, his tone threatening.

"I think you should know that you can't joke about this kind of thing."

Facing those green eyes, Charles showed no fear: "Of course. I'm not a S.H.I.E.L.D. or Avenger with dangerous weapons, but even as an ordinary principal, I sincerely hope that my students can live Under a future without threats to life."

"If you decide to take a few steps forward, I don't mind entrusting my students to try new possibilities after everything is over."

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I'm afraid you are too worried about being stabbed... Charles is online, online psychological guidance.

Amway is an article I am chasing, [Comprehensive British and American] Bow your head and the crown will not fall by Simon Mango

What Nora is most afraid of in this life is horrible things, but there are always abnormal things happening in this world.

Aliens, resurrected dead bodies, super criminals.

These people will come to her door and say some abnormal things to her.

"Myking, you will destroy the world with me."

"Son of the Fallen, sooner or later you will bring endless flames and carnage to this world."

After talking more, Nora was finally shocked to find that the horns on her head that needed to be polished every day were not bone mutations.

She is a demon and wears the crown of hell that humans cannot see.

It is impossible for her to destroy the earth, if she kills all human beings, she will have no friends!She silently raised the weapon in her hand.

Villain: "...Wake up! You are a devil! Stop!"