[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Sierra just stayed in Charles Xavier's apartment.

Of course, this also requires a small price to pay.

When Charles returned to his apartment from Oxford, he pushed open the door and saw a scene that surprised him: Raven, who had always disliked being approached by strangers and seemed somewhat rebellious, sat with Selah Milt, as if she heard What a funny thing, couldn't help laughing out loud, blue-green eyes sparkling.

"Did I miss something important?" Charles hung the plaid scarf on the hanger, shook the raindrops on the umbrella and took off his coat, asking curiously.

"It's just in time, Charles," Raven pointed to Sera, showing an interested smile, "Our lovely Miss Milt volunteered to be your assistant—"

"Assistant?" Charles poured himself a cup of hot water to warm his hands, sat down on the opposite sofa, and looked at Sera in surprise, "Why, Miss Milt, if it's because of the problem of living here..."

"I like a busy life, Professor." Serra sat on the sofa, looking quiet and well-mannered, always giving off a reserved and formal feeling, "Because of me, you can no longer go to your favorite place. 'Red House,' then I thought maybe I could make some decent compensation for that."

Charles blinked, "But my work is not considered busy, and assistants may not be that important to me."

Serra was silent for a moment.

"I can cook," she threw out a reason that the two couldn't refuse, "I can not only cook British food, but also some French food, desserts, and even Chinese food..."

"Promise her! Charles!" Raven yelled immediately, "We won't complain about the bad food and unreasonably expensive restaurants nearby—"

"Ahem," the bachelor Charles coughed twice, trying to calm himself and keep his eyes from sparkling, "sounds tempting...but why are you doing this? Forgive my faux pas—but you It doesn't look like he has learned how to cook at all..."

"I started working outside to pay for my tuition before I was 16," Sierra replied flatly, "and when I was of legal age, I was working multiple jobs, serving food at a French restaurant during the day, working at a bakery and The boss baked banana bread together, and at night, he washed dishes in a Chinese restaurant and worked as an apprentice..."

Ruiwen and Charles were taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other.Charles immediately gave in.

"Well..." He rubbed his nose, "Although I never ask for an assistant, and you probably don't have much work to do..."

"It's the end of the year soon, Professor," Sera smiled, "and I think you still have a lot of work to do, such as papers, reminders from publishers, and even plans for the new school year, I think there may be a lot Invitations to lectures from other universities..."

Charles glanced at Raven: Did you tell her all about my itinerary?

Ruiwen smiled brightly at him: That's right, it's me, what's the problem?

Charles coughed lowly, "But I think you should go to class now, you haven't graduated yet? You should apply for a better school..."

Her university is Cambridge, and she thinks there are few better ones in the world - but Serra doesn't mind, she just smiles at Charles, "I'm sitting in front of me is the world's smartest One of the people, and you asked me to find other tutors to teach me?"

Raven couldn't help laughing, "Your excuse sucks, Charles."

The young professor couldn't help but also laughed, "Well, Miss Milt, you convinced me."

"Selah, Professor," she whispered, "Call me Selah, if you can."

"Sierra," Charles said kindly, "Well, if you don't mind, I would like to ask... what is your specialty?"

"I chose Biological Sciences and Psychology, Professor," Serra replied, pausing and looking at him, "but now, obviously, I'm better at 'Charles Xavier'."

The young man choked his throat with a sip of water, his face flushed from coughing, and he couldn't help but put the cup heavily on the table, his pure jewel-like blue eyes were slightly flushed, filled with water, "You, you — Serra! Remember not to talk like that in the future!—especially other men—”

"You are my boss," Sera sat upright without changing his expression, "it's not any other man."

"Ohgod..." Charles couldn't help muttering, and immediately stood up and walked towards his room as if fleeing, and waved at them, "I'll leave time to you girls... I'm going Finished my dissertation... oh god I'm sure I'm going to regret it-"

Serra blinked, then looked at Raven.

The blonde girl's eyes were full of smiles, and she patted Sierra's thin shoulder, "Don't worry, since Charles let you stay, he will deal with those who hunted you down, maybe those people have already forgotten about you by now Look... oh yeah, since it's girls' time, would you be interested in hanging out with me? - God knows how tortured it is to live with a guy who doesn't know how to make girls happy..."

Serra smiled. "My pleasure."

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Charles found that Sierra really abided by professional ethics and kept Xavier's house in good order, which could only rely on fast food and dining out to solve the problem of fullness.

She is obviously a very meticulous and jovial person, and her lifestyle is healthier than that of any girl her age.Three meals are on time, and they are all nutritious foods. Even if he sees that she doesn't like milk, she will definitely drink two glasses in the morning and evening before doing other things.Her cooking skills are not as good as professional chefs, but for Charles and Raven, who have always neglected their diet and usually eat sandwiches or potatoes, corn and bacon, the food she makes is like a Christmas treat. .Not to mention that they almost never eat repeated dishes within a week, which is heaven and earth compared with the previous days.

In addition, she performed her duties as an assistant very well: she contacted the publisher, confirmed the delivery date after going back and forth to discuss the details, and freed him from such tedious side work.She went back and forth with Oxford on behalf of Charles Xavier and changed some of his course times to make his schedule more reasonable and comfortable.She turned down unnecessary invitations to lectures that didn't bring him any extra benefit, and those she decided to accept she took care of all the details...

Since Serra Milt became his assistant, Charles only needs to go to and from get out of class on time every day, and return home to concentrate on finishing the thesis, and don't have to worry about the rest.What surprised him even more was that Ruiwen, who had always been very defensive and didn't like to make friends with others, got along well with her——Selah, a 19-year-old British girl, seemed to have a very interesting quality in her nature. She never talked much when she was in bed, even when chatting, she always carried a touch of humor and hit the nail on the head. She was not enthusiastic and even seemed a little unapproachable, but it always made people like and enjoy the time with her involuntarily.

This is a strangely contradictory and striking girl.

It is precisely because of her existence and her unique ability that they invented a novel game that they will never get tired of playing——

Charles Xavier's new favourite, "The Eagle Bar."

The young professor ordered a glass of barley wine for himself, a glass of Coke for Raven, and a glass of plain water for Sera as expected.The three sat at the round table, Charles put his index finger and middle finger together on his temples, with a serious expression, staring at the two smiling girls opposite him, and fell silent for a long time——

"I guess it's...the number seven."

Ruiwen immediately laughed happily, "Aha, Charles... made a mistake again, drinking and drinking! Punish yourself with a drink!"

Charles put his hand down, touched his nose in frustration, and protested, "How is this possible! I can't guess five times in a row!—"

Sierra smiled and turned over the white paper in front of her, on which was written a big number "2".

Charles sighed, so he had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drank all the beer in it. After drinking a glass, his eyes began to moisten, with an innocent and attractive blue color.

"Nice job, Sierra!" Raven patted her on the shoulder triumphantly, "You know, I've never beaten him in this kind of game before, and he can guess what I wrote every time—of course Now I know, he must be cheating!"

"I have an objection," Charles retorted, "that's because I don't need to use my ability to know what you're thinking, so I can guess right every time—"

Raven glanced at him, "But you can't guess what Sera is thinking at all, can you?"

He couldn't refute this sentence, and Charles blinked, watching the two of them with those wet blue eyes.

"Oheon, Charles!" Raven turned her head unbearably, "Don't try to use this trick on me—"

Charles looked at Serra again.Without any intention of avoiding it, she looked straight into his eyes, then smiled and said softly.

"Don't worry, Professor, if you're drunk, I think the two of us can carry you back."

The word "carry" is too unfriendly... Charles couldn't help biting his rosy lips, and complained dissatisfiedly, "I knew I shouldn't play this game with you, since you came here Here, Sierra, I almost drank all the beer in here..."

"That's okay," Sierra smiled, "I believe in your wine quality, Professor, every time you get drunk, you are very worry-free, you never run around, and you just go to sleep obediently. "

Charles, "...Thank you for your trust."

Sierra was still about to say something, when suddenly a figure came in.

"Sorry to interrupt, Professor Charles Xavier."

She is a beautiful and capable brunette woman, wearing a black coat with a straight collar that is out of place in a bar, exquisite and expensive.She seemed to have something urgent to find Charles, speaking very quickly and curtly—

"Your speech yesterday was brilliant, Professor Xavier—forgot to introduce, I'm Moira McTaggart," she said, then looked at Raven and Serra, and asked politely, "Excuse me huh, ladies?"

Ruiwen narrowed her eyes, she looked at the uninvited guest, and was about to say something, but Sera suddenly held her arm, she turned her head to look at Sera, and finally moved a seat.

"Sorry, I mean... I want to talk to Mr. Xavier—just the two of us." The woman smiled at them, polite but not refusing.

Raven, "You—"

"Of course, Miss McTaggart." Sera nodded to her, then pulled Raven to stand up, and said to Charles, "Let's get this lady something to drink. Let's go, Raven."

"Thank you," Moira said.

"You're welcome." Sierra replied, and then dragged the reluctant Ruiwen to the bar, "Give me an 'Alexander' cocktail for the lovely lady next to me, thank you."

Raven blinked, then suddenly smiled, "Oh, I thought you were really going to buy it for her—to be honest, I don't like her very much."

Sera smiled slightly, "The lady who calls herself Moira McTaggart is only targeting the professor, and it's obvious from her appearance that the matter is urgent, and she won't have time to finish the drink I ordered. In that case, Why should I waste my time and money on someone who will never pay off...and I know, you've been wanting to drink it for a long time."

"Charles always only let me drink Coke, oh-I hate Coke!" Raven smiled happily, "But I like you, Sierra."

It so happened that the bartender brought the glass of "Alexander" with rich cocoa aroma and spicy taste, as well as hot water for Sierra.Ruiwen took a sip of her own cocktail, sighed in enjoyment, and then asked inexplicably, "There are a lot of good wine here, even fruit juice...Why do you only drink milk and plain water?"

"Milk makes you healthy," Sera answered her, "and plain water, you see, is so clean and transparent that even if someone tried to put poison in it, and most colored poisons I can detect its presence immediately. "

Riven was taken aback.She was silent for a while.

"...I'm sorry," she said, with deep sympathy in her eyes.

"No need." Sera smiled slightly, "That was all in the past, but now, I found you, didn't I?"

She raised her glass, "To our luck."

Ruiwen smiled, raised her wine glass, and slammed lightly, "Cheers to Selah Milt—"

"Hey, girls, are you interested in having a drink?" A man with a beard and a Scottish accent squeezed in. He was obviously interested in Sera, and his eyes stayed on her. When he got a glass of plain water, he smiled amusedly, turned to the bartender and said, "Give this charming lady a Margarita—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," a lively and clear male voice interjected. The man turned his head and saw a handsome young man with a pair of beautiful blue eyes, wearing a shirt and a vest, standing beside him with a smile on his face. "This charming lady never drinks, she only drinks plain water - even if it's not as strong, it's definitely healthier and worth drinking for a long time...isn't it, Sierra?"

Sela stared at the high-spirited young man, slowly showed a gentle smile, raised the glass towards him, and touched it lightly in the air.

"Indeed," said she, "—my Mr. Plain Water."

The author has something to say: Mystique: The real name is Raven Duckholme, the mother of the Nightcrawler in the comics, she has the superpower to become anyone (cannot really copy the ability of others), and the body can delay aging .

In the movie, whenever the professor's finger moves near the temple, it is a sign that he is "legilimiting"...

Moira McTaggart, female agent in X-Men: First Class.

It is estimated that [-] will appear in the next chapter.