In fact, when Arthur taught Daji to learn spells, he sometimes felt strange to himself.

The little maid comprehended the spell in a different way than him, when Arthur learned the spell by himself, it was more of a step-by-step, a combination of dead lock memory and practice runes, starting from the basics to build his own cognition of the spell model system little by little, but the little maid of demon blood was different.

When Arthur taught her to memorize and combine runes, the little maid seemed to have a hard time understanding them, and her little face was always full of confusion in the face of those abstract and tedious rune recognition and combination exercises.

But when he personally demonstrated the spell in front of her, the situation became different, the little maid with demonic blood seemed to easily comprehend and appreciate something from the spell casting process, a spell like a light spell, the little maid only had to feel Arthur cast it in front of her once or twice, and she could quickly imitate it.

It feels like she is like a camera, her understanding of spells is more like some kind of overall memory, she doesn't delve into the details of spell models like normal people, she is more like directly copying and imitating all the characteristics of Arthur's demonstration of spell casting through her own body.

It's like a child.

It's more of an instinct for her.

This makes the little maid's spell learning progress faster than expected, almost a day.

Even Arthur had to be surprised by the superiority of the little maid's succubus bloodline, which made him look forward to the changes he would change after becoming a bloodline wizard.

To some extent, bloodline wizards will also have such a talent.

At this time, the little maid, after casting a hundred light spells, tilted her head, stopped, as if bored, and began to try to cast the hand of another newly learned spell mage.

After thinking about it, Daji looked at the Winter Soldier, who had been sitting in the room like a puppet, and remembered the power of the mage's hand that she had seen with her own eyes that day, and suddenly had an idea, she tried to learn from the Enchantress, and used the invisible mage hand she sent out to pull the Winter Soldier's shoulder and pull him up.

The Winter Soldier, who did not receive any orders, was very well-behaved and allowed to be pulled up.

But the power of the mage's hand only applied to one shoulder, and the right side of the Winter Soldier's body was suspended like a scale, and his body shook for a while, and his body lost its balance, looking strange, like clothes that had been hung up.

Then the little maid pouted, one after another, and several mage hands in succession, grabbed the other two hands, feet and shoulders of the Winter Soldier, and hung the Winter Soldier in its entirety, controlling the balance, and came to the living room, where the Winter Soldier clumsily shot out under the influence of the mage's hand, walked out, and walked like a real puppet.

Poof! The little maid laughed out loud herself.

The Winter Soldier was helpless like a toy in the hands of a little girl.

If Arthur noticed this at this time, he would probably be surprised that a beginner in spells could be distracted and control so many mages at the same time, and he could be so agile.

She's a genius!

………………………………

In front of San Francisco's Pym Science and Technology Park, Hank Pym drove to a conference.

In front of the gate, Dr. Hank Pym looked up at the Pym technology in front of him, his heart was surging, he had not been back for decades, and he almost didn't know it.

Over the years, his disciple Darren has worked with those bastards to transform this company, and it is no longer the Pym company that he founded single-handedly, which makes him angry, but there is no way, if he had a choice, he would never choose to come back to see the traitor's face, but now he must come back.

There were some things he had to come back and face in person.

The news from the East Coast came back, and he was also ready to move.

The behemoth he had served for and fought for was no longer there, and although the time was short, and the consequences needed enough time to ferment slowly, the aftermath of its fall alone was enough to send a whirlwind through the West Coast.

Now, it's time to get back what he's deserving.

There are things that others owe him, and he must get back.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't there, no one can stop him.

The security guard guarding the gate in front of the gate was surprised to see him,

"Oh? Dr. Pym? ”

Hank Pym nodded angrily,

"Yes, it's me, I'm alive."

The security guard laughed and hurriedly opened the door to let him in.

But before entering the building, the scene happened again.

The security guard at the security gate in front of the building didn't recognize him at all, and asked him like a normal person:

"Papers?"

Pym took out a few pieces of change and keys from his pocket and put them in front of him, pointed to the portrait of the company's founder behind him and said:

"Well, if you look back, you should be able to prove it."

The guard turned his head and looked, oh, yes - Dr. Pym? The founder of Pym Technologies? He turned his head and looked at Dr. Pym seriously, oh my God, is he still alive?

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir, please come in!"

The guards scrambled to let Hank Pym go.

When Dr. Pym walked into the hall, something even more embarrassing happened, everyone here was secretly looking at him, like looking at some monster who shouldn't be here?

"Oh, I'm not crazy, is that Hank Pym? Isn't he dead? ”

"Oh God, he didn't die?"

"Oh my God, he's almost a hundred years old!"

"But since he's not dead, why hasn't he been in the company for decades?"

"It's a company he started with his own hands."

"But isn't our president also a disciple of his own hands."

"But his daughter isn't in the same company."

Various speculations and news went viral in the building.

Hank Pym could only pretend not to hear it.

These are the reasons why he doesn't want to come back.

He was not old yet, he had not abdicated, but these people had already lifted him up early and hung him on the wall for posterity to see, bastards.

"Good morning, Pym?"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded from his side,

Dr. Pym tilted his head and looked at the visitor:

"Hope! Will you die if you call Daddy? ”

It was his daughter Hope, and the thought that Hope was dressed in a proper professional attire today, beautiful, like a flashing light, and that she was growing up and more like her mother, made him both relieved and nervous.

Then, sure enough, Hope didn't answer, she digressed the topic,

"Dr. Cross will be glad to see you here today."

"'Ecstatic,' to be exact! Pym. ”

Today's protagonist, Darren Cross, strode over, and as soon as he appeared, the sky was lit up with a bright big bald head, and he held Dr. Pym's hand firmly with his big hand,

"Glad you're here, Dr. Pym!"

Dr. Pym didn't look pleased, and he grimaced:

"I'm surprised to receive your invitation, Darren!"

"What the hell is going on?"

He asked.

"Huh!"

A smile appeared on Darren's face, this,

"You'll find out right away, right? Hope. ”

"You're going to love it."