Near noon, the St. Missy Manor Villa gradually became lively, seven or eight star chefs in the kitchen were cooking their specialty dishes, and more than thirty maids in the manor were carrying plates to put the prepared dishes one by one on the designated place at the long table in the hall.

The lunch was prepared from eight o'clock in the morning when Ronan got up and was not finished until twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

When all the maids had gone, the table was filled with five sets of silver cutlery and various plates and lids, leaving Ronan sitting at the head of the long table and Lawne serving aside.

"Sir, have you arrived?" The hall fell silent before Rauen bowed down and asked Ronan.

"Well, you see......"

Ronan smiled, looked up at the door, and whispered, "Aren't they here?" ”

Lawn straightened up and looked to the door, only to see a woman in a long red dress pushing an elderly bald man in a wheelchair and a young white man with a gray face and blank eyes slowly walking in in the midday sun.

"Professor......

When the three of them approached, Ronan's voice rang out, and his gaze swept over the three of them, and finally fixed on the bald old man in the wheelchair, and called out with a smile.

"Mr. Collins......" The bald old man whom Ronan called a professor nodded in response with a faint smile on his face.

"The feast is ready."

Ronan poked his finger to the three empty seats at the long table and said with a smile, "Please be seated." ”

"Lawn ......"

Before the words fell, Ronan looked sideways at Lawn beside him and said, "You can also take a seat." ”

The woman in red pushing the wheelchair placed the professor in the vacant seat in the upper seat, and then dragged the gray-faced, blank-eyed young white man to sit next to the professor while she sat on the empty seat next to Lawne on the other side.

After everyone sat down one by one, the white man beside the professor kept staring at him, although his eyes were blank, his body trembled slightly from time to time.

Seeing him like this, the professor gently put his left hand on the back of his hand and laughed softly, "Don't worry, we'll definitely find a way." ”

"Hmm." The white man's eyes finally jumped at this time, and he nodded softly.

Ronan and the woman in red did not change their faces in the slightest, only Raun inadvertently flashed a trace of doubt in his eyes when he heard the conversation between the two of them.

"Alright, let's eat first."

Ronan glanced sideways at the professor and said, "I'll talk about it later." ”

"Bang Bang ......"

As the words fell, Ronan turned his head to look at the door, and tapped his hands twice.

As soon as the high-fives rang out, five maids quickly walked in at the door, came to the side of several people, lifted the lids of the plates in front of each of them one by one, and then quickly left.

"Please use ......"

Ronan greeted with a hand, and reached for his knife and fork. Lawn, the professor, the woman in red, and the young white man followed.

On the plate is a marbled Wagyu tenderloin steak, which is the best choice for making a high-quality steak, with a premium Wagyu beef selling for more than $8,000 each, and the best part of the Wagyu beef is the loin, which is basically half the value of the Wagyu beef.

It's just that in the face of such ingredients, except for Ronan and Lawn, the three guests who came were not very interested. The professor and the woman in red slowly ate it out of politeness, but the white man slowly put down his knife and fork after taking a bite.

…………

A quarter of an hour later, all but the white man put down their knives and forks, picked up their napkins and wiped the grease stains from their mouths.

It was only then that Ronan finally turned his head to look at the bald old man and said softly, "Professor, come with me." ”

As he spoke, Ronan slowly stood up, turned his head to look at the other side, and ordered, "Lawn, let someone clean up this place, and then you can go about your own business, I will tell you about that matter tonight." ”

"Yes, sir." Lawne replied softly, quickly removing his chair and getting up and walking out the door.

Ronan also set off towards the special meeting room on the other side of the hall, and the professor, the woman in red, and the white man each looked at each other, and then followed.

The four of them walked dozens of steps in front of three and three after and came to the side hall and meeting room.

As soon as he came to the living room, Ronan leaned back on the sofa very casually, watched the professor's wheelchair stop, and the woman in red and the white man sat down one by one, then he probed the professor's hand and opened his mouth to ask: "Professor, I didn't make it clear on the phone yesterday, now let's talk about your true intention this time." ”

"Mr. Collins, I'm sorry to bother you again."

The professor smiled slightly apologetically, then turned his head to glance at the white man on the other side who had a gray face but his eyes had gradually recovered a little brightness, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stared at Ronan and said slowly, "We are here to ask you to help us solve a difficult problem. ”

"Puzzle?"

Ronan smacked his tongue slightly, looked at the white man with his head down, and asked, "Is there something wrong with him?" ”

"Yes."

The professor nodded in response, looked at the white man, with a slight look of unbearability on his face, and said, "His name is Aaron Kipling, he was my student before, and he also studied at Xavier School, he left school at the age of eighteen, hoping to live an ordinary life. But Mr. Collins, you should also know that the helplessness of being a member of the mutant group, not all mutants can be as ...... as you"

As he spoke, the professor suddenly stared at Ronan, let out a sigh of relief, and continued: "To be able to have such a privileged living environment, to be able to hide your identity all the time...... Many mutants of civilian origin suffer discrimination everywhere, everyone fears them and hates them, and I can do very little, if not at all. Maybe ......"

"The very existence of mutants is a mistake."

"At least you can give them a good safe haven, Professor." Seeing the professor's expression becoming more and more depressed, Ronan suddenly interjected.

The professor smiled at Ronan's eyes and said nothing.

"Professor, it's not you who is at fault, and it's not our ......"

At this moment, the woman in red, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and when Ronan, the professor, and Aaron Kipling, a white man, heard her voice, they all turned their heads to look at her.

I saw the woman in red look on the faces of the three people, and finally lowered her head and sighed, and said in a mournful voice: "The real fault should be this world!" ”

"Piano ......"