The sound of "Dong Dong Dong" echoed in an overly simple office, and Magneto, who had just returned to the room and was hanging his coat by the hanger, frowned.

Then, he heard, Schiller's voice coming from outside the door:

"Hello, Mr. Lanshel, Professor X has brought you a gift and asked me to bring it to you, can I go in now?"

Magneto's brow furrowed slightly, and he didn't stop what he was doing, but said in a deep voice, "Please come in."

Schiller pushed open the door and walked in, carrying two boxes in his hands, and after walking to the door, he glanced at Magneto hanging his clothes, walked to the sofa in the hospitality area next to the office and sat down, but instead of putting the box in his hand on the coffee table, he put it directly on the ground at his feet.

Then, he stood up on his own, took off his coat, handed it to Magneto, and said, "Can you hang it up for me?" Thank you."

Schiller's movements were so natural that he didn't give Magneto any excuse to excuse himself.

Magneto himself is hanging clothes, and helping the guests who have just arrived here to hang up their clothes is a normal way of hospitality, and it is a bit too rude to refuse.

Magneto waved his hand slightly, and Schiller's clothes flew into the air, but he didn't take them immediately, but put on a glove before taking the clothes and hanging them on the hanger.

The clothes that were hung on the hanger, the two plackets turned over by themselves, the neckline was also arranged, and in an instant, all the dust on the clothes was swept away, and the same was true for all the clothes on the hanger.

Schiller silently observed these movements, until Magneto, who was wearing a tight black underwear, turned around,

He is still very tall, one centimeter taller than Schiller, nearly one meter nine tall, although not burly, but also strong, just from the figure, it is not at all obvious that he is an old man.

Magneto didn't mean to come to the couch area, he walked back to his desk, bent down, opened the cabinet to his left, and his voice came from behind the desk, "What did Charles bring with you?"

"It's some tea." Schiller stood up and brought over the two boxes of gifts, but instead of putting them on Magneto's table, he held them in his hand, checked the contents of the package and said, "I think it's a specialty from China, but I don't know this brand either."

"By the way, besides, your son and daughter also brought you a gift, judging by the packaging, it should be a Christmas gift, do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Both were sent by Charles." Magneto's voice was silent, and Schiller saw that the two boxes in his hand flew up out of thin air and flew directly into the cabinet that Magneto had opened.

"Also, I also brought you a gift, after all, you will be bothering here for a while, please take care of me."

After Schiller finished speaking, Magneto straightened up, but at this time, Schiller's hand was already empty, so Magneto showed a sneer, and just as he was about to speak, Schiller took out a small item from his trouser pocket.

This time, he put the little thing on the table and pushed it in front of Magneto. ….

Magneto originally just glanced at it carelessly, thinking that it was some kind of jewel necklace or other ornament, but the moment he saw that thing, his childhole shrank a little.

This time, instead of using magnetic force, he leaned forward, touched his fingers to its surface, and slowly said, "Order of the Red Banner......

"I learned from Professor X that you were once a fighter against NAZI, and that you had made outstanding contributions, and although the country that awarded this medal is no longer there, I feel that you deserve this honor."

The muscles on Magneto's cheeks twitched slightly, as if he wanted to make some expression, but he froze halfway through, and then, he heard Schiller say again, "I'm sorry, I didn't go to the front line in that war, so I couldn't get a higher-ranking military medal, otherwise maybe you could still have a Gold Star medal?"

Magneto's fingers touched the cold surface of the medallion, but the moment he felt the temperature, he withdrew his fingers, shook his head, and said, "No

I can't ask for it."

Schiller did not continue to ask him to accept it, but shook his head helplessly, took the medal away, put it back in his pocket, and said:

"I was going to give him to Captain America, but who knows, he already has one, and later, I was going to give it to Natasha, but the female agent said that she preferred the military medal, and I gave it to Nick Fury, and Nick took it back and admired it for a few days, and then gave it back to me."

"It seems that this thing can't be delivered, maybe, I'll find a special safe and store it in it, but fortunately, the country's medals are of good quality, and they shouldn't rust."

Magneto's fingertips, which were still on the table, shook a little, and his fingers stretched forward slightly, but he retracted them, and then, he took his whole arm back, looked at Schiller with his arms, and said, "You have nothing else to do, please come back."

After saying that, he first turned his head away, then controlled the chair to the side, and no longer looked at Schiller, as if he wanted to hide his eyes and expression.

I'm on my first day here, aren't you going to give me a basic introduction to this place? May I call you that, Eric?"

"No, you can't." Magneto took a book from the nearby bookshelf and began to read it, as if Schiller didn't exist.

At this time, Schiller stretched out his hand and gently moved a book on the edge of Magneto's desk table by one centimeter with his fingers.

In an instant, Magneto turned his head to look at the book, and Schiller immediately turned it back to its original position with his hand, and said, "I accidentally touched it, sorry."

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Then, as he put the book back in its place, he knocked the stack of books crooked.

"Eric, I think. I can call you that." Schiller stood at his desk and nodded, "After all, we should be peers, or maybe I'm older than you and Professor X.

Magneto's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and at this time, Schiller stretched out his hand, and bulldozed the crooked books again, Magneto's eyebrow muscles relaxed again, he didn't say anything, turned his head back and continued to read. ….

"Okay, it looks like you're tired, but also, you've made such a big move near the sun, and you must have consumed a lot of energy, thank you for the wonderful welcome ceremony, and next, I'll go and see the children I'm going to teach......

After saying that, Schiller turned around and was about to leave, but at this time, Magneto frowned, coughed twice, and took the initiative to say, "Didn't Charles say anything?"

Schiller stopped, then he stood there and began to look left and right as if he was looking for something, Magneto couldn't see his movements, so he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Find a chair, it looks like you don't like to sit on the sofa, I don't like it either, it's too soft, but I'm a little tired and want to sit down and talk." Schiller began to look out the door, and then said, "Why don't I go to the office next door and move some?"

Magneto closed his eyes slightly, rubbing his fingers against the side of his nose.

With a bang, a chair slammed open the office door and flew to the desk.

Schiller sat down in his chair, put one hand on the table, relaxed his fingers, opened his palms upward, and said, "The professor did tell me something, but I think it's too trivial to tell you."

"What did he say? Tell me." Magneto said.

"He said you should coax Lorna, stop arguing with her, it's okay to call Wanda and Pietro, they haven't been back to Xavier School for the Gifted Youngsters recently, and they don't know where they live or if they are in danger......

"Also. He hopes that you will care about the lives of the children who are studying and working here, after all, they are young and far from home, and they will inevitably feel that they miss their parents......

"Also, he wants you to drink less coffee and use a small amount of tea instead

Coffee is a good choice, and since you're not old enough to work until 2 a.m. every day, the renovation of the Sky Island is not worth your ...... no matter how important it is."

"Stop, stop talking." Magneto snapped, closed the book in his hand, turned his chair back, looked at Schiller and said, "You don't have to tell me these trivial things......

But to his surprise, Schiller didn't say anything 'you asked me to say, but showed a helpless smile, shook his head and said, "I want to see that your mentality is much younger than his, and when people are old, they love to worry, you have to be considerate of him......

In an instant, the muscles on Magneto's face became very exciting again, and the soothing expression was already halfway done, but as if he thought of something, his heart began to feel uncomfortable again, so he frowned again.

"You're older than us?" Magneto uttered a question, but in an affirmative tone, as if he didn't need to be answered at all.

"Age is not important, what matters is mentality." Schiller shook his head and said, "It's strange that you have the most children, but your mentality is the best among us......

Magneto's fingertips tapped the armrest, and in an instant, two water glasses fell on the table, two streams of water appeared out of thin air, clear water poured into the cups, Schiller picked up the cups, looked at them, and said, "Now is not the time to drink water, is there coffee or tea?"

As soon as Magneto was about to refuse, Schiller suddenly said, "Oh, didn't Charles give you a pot of tea? How about we try it?"

"I've always believed in Charles's taste, and if it was good, I would have to ask him where he got such good tea."

The muscles on Magneto's face began to perform a series of complex movements again, at first. He frowned deeply, as if he felt dissatisfied, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his brows stretched again, but the next moment it was tangled again.

When Magneto leaned over to get the tea, he actually felt a trace of tiredness, which was not physiological, but the tiredness caused by repeated diametrically opposed mood swings in a short period of time.

He found that in those few short minutes, his mood swings were stronger than they had been in the past few decades.

And, often, as soon as Schiller says something that makes him feel very dissatisfied, or makes a gesture that annoys him, the next second, Schiller's words make him feel subtly satisfied, or make an offer that he cannot refuse, causing him to be completely unable to express his dissatisfaction.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Magneto holding the tea canist, his fingers paused slightly, feeling the hesitation in his heart.

Eric Lanshel, also known as Magneto, has experienced world wars, entered concentration camps, hunted down NAZI, fought against the government, and never feared anyone.

But just as the tea leaves swirled into the water, Magneto suddenly felt a trace of resistance to the upcoming conversation.

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