Waiting for someone else to write is always boring, and the rocket raccoon sitting on the windowsill has begun to observe what the furry plants Schiller is in the vase he put on the windowsill are.

It's a bit retro, but not retro enough, and it's clear that the owner of the room didn't deliberately arrange it in a Victorian style, and the candlesticks that looked so ornate that they were just put on the shelves like collections, without actually being lit with candles.

Just as Rocket Raccoon begins to pass the time of boredom by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dips his ink in another motion, which directs Rocket Raccoon's gaze to what is being written in the notebook.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head, a little puzzled, his language library was loaded with the languages of countless interstellar civilizations, even most of the languages of a slightly remote civilization like Earth.

After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a way for the Kree Empire or the Skrull Empire to facilitate his way of spreading the information about the half-world madhouse.

You have to know enough languages to communicate with enough people, but unfortunately words alone are not enough.

When this pessimism rises, Rocket Raccoon has to try to decipher what Schiller is writing to distract him.

He has such abilities, in essence, he is a sophisticated machine, thanks to the other two empires for their careful consideration of the Xi'a Empire, this machine is surprisingly useful.

Soon, Rocket Raccoon reads the patterns in those texts, which are Latin in nature, but use the word order of another language, so that the reading is somewhat fragmented, as if deliberately hindering the reader.

Why? Unable to deduce what Le was doing, Rocket Raccoon wanted the book's readers to construct a deeper scenario, but seemed to be deliberately putting obstacles in his way from reading it.

Humans are complex creatures, and Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little lower, and when he read the text of the text, it dawned on him.

"So, you're writing about your complicated plans? That's kind of crazy, if I say...... But why would you write in the first person of the victim? I mean, does that make your mind smoother? ”

"No, like you said, it's actually a letter, so that the person who receives it can read it."

Rocket Raccoon felt even more confused, until he saw the talking creature mentioned in Schiller's last few sentences.

His eyes widened, his dark eyes rolling and reflecting the light of the lamp, and he exclaimed, "Is that why you brought me here?" Can you write this letter and let me read what you're going to ask me to do? …… You're really good at saving effort. ”

After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said, "So now, sir, you can go out to defend your right to image." ”

"I wish I had." Not without irony.

"If I had a photograph that would take a picture of you and sell it to the newspaper, it would make the headlines of tomorrow's burlesque section." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone and rolled his eyes.

"You, you, you...... I'm ...... I ......"

Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon and then at himself, his footsteps diligent as if he were doing a tap dance in place.

Suddenly, he reacted again, patted his head and said, "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted yet?" What bizarre race in the universe doesn't? What is a talking raccoon? ”

"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon's words calmed Quill's words, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said, "You are a member of the Guardians of the Xia Empire, and you just attended the wedding of the God King of Asgard, and it just so happens that I just returned from there." ”

Quill looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, looked at him with his hands on his hips, and said, "It's normal for me to attend the wedding of the God King, but what's the matter with you?" In what capacity did you participate? Someone's little pet? ”

Quill stretched out two hands, and made a quotation mark gesture with two fingers, but strangely, Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt in his tone, but instead seemed to be a joke to close the distance between them, and sure enough, he saw the young man in front of him smiled wryly and shook his head and said:

"Well, if you are a small pet, then maybe I am a knife, not very sharp, not useful, naturally no one pays attention."

After saying that, Quill lowered his head to look at the grave in front of him, he squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe the somewhat dusty epitaph clean, and looked at the pictures on the grave.

Rocket Raccoon jumped down and stood beside Quill, looking at the name on the grave, "Meredith".

"She's my mom, obviously."

"How did she die?"

"It's bizarre."

"Is it weirder than a talking raccoon?"

Quill showed a helpless smile, reached out and rubbed the head of the rocket raccoon, and then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens, and died from the ion gun, a technological weapon that humans can't understand, because the wound is too weird, so she can only be buried here." ”

"Have you avenged her?"

"Maybe."

There was always a sadness in Quill's gaze, but he didn't look like such a melancholy person, Rocket Raccoon thought, and there was probably a deeper dark story about his mother.

"It all starts with a spaceship crashed in Colorado, like the beginning of a corny science fiction story, where a seriously injured and dying alien crawls out and an Earth woman rescues him.

They lived happily together, and soon after, the woman became pregnant, but one day, the husband returned to his hometown because of the responsibility on his shoulders, leaving only his pregnant wife to live alone in Englewood.

On the day the child was born, the woman suddenly had a crazy thought that took control of her soul, something called to her, and she knew she had to respond.

So, the woman who had just given birth rushed out of the door with the baby in her arms like crazy, and she wanted him to see the sky, or the stars hidden behind it, and it was they who called out to her.

Not surprisingly, she saw that the stars that had been scattered were woven into a straight line, and she let out a crazy cry that she had never felt before, and almost fainted, perhaps her mother's instinct told her that the stars would take away her child.

All this was told to me by my mother, who repeated the story to me countless times, especially her grief and uncontrollability.

Perhaps because of my alien blood, I was able to do what humans couldn't, and on the first day of my life, I had clear vision and a definite memory.

What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, in the midst of her cries, I saw the stars embrace me.

Among the stars behind the stars, in the depths of the depths, I saw something incomparably terrifying and incomparably great, and stretched out its hand to me. ”

"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular window asked, looking away from the words in his notebook.

But Strange was surprisingly silent, a thoughtless silence rarely seen in the maturing mage, as if some rule had stopped him and forced him to be silent.

Maybe a few seconds passed, or maybe dozens of minutes passed, before Strange said in a strange violin-like voice that suddenly rose up, "Tony, does the Iron God's great power give you the courage and confidence to be fearless?" ”

"Obviously."

"What if there's something that can't be measured by strength?"

"You're worried I'll be afraid?"

"Obviously."

"What's that?"

"The stars."

"I would use more neutral words when describing the stars, rather than exhausting flowery words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed through the room, as if he were speaking to someone.

"The sun belongs to human beings, and we never hesitate to praise our own things, but the stars are not, they never belong to us, they just hang in the sky, quietly looking down on us, looking at us."

"When humanity steps towards the stars, in addition to the lively interstellar society, there may be something greater and more terrifying in the depths."

When Schiller wiped the ink off his hand and picked up the pen again, the slightly unfamiliar calligraphy appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone of the notebook finally began to fluctuate a little.

"The day after I returned to Earth, I received a strange letter that I hadn't received in years, but I opened it anyway and read its contents."

"Not surprisingly, it was a letter from my good friend Lisa, who worked for NASA and who could be called the most important woman in my life after my mother's death."

"But the relationship between the two of us is not love, but love for the same cause, which may sound a little crazy, and a crazy person like me used to work as a mechanic on a NASA air base, and this job was given to Lisa."

"I called her the first hour after I returned to Earth, and I was relieved to hear that she was still so neutral, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy."

"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, UFO sightings have increased in the Southwest and throughout the United States, and similar phenomena have been reported in the East, which is not good news."

"But a thought popped into my head - can't they wait? Can't wait, and have to make a more precise and louder call? ”

"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms and looked at Quill as he asked, shaking his beard and then saying, "Seriously, I don't want to go back to the universe again, at least not alone." ”

"But you haven't said why you're here." Quill tilted his head to look at Rocket Raccoon.

"At the banquet, I could see that we probably had the same disease, and that day I heard you say to Heimdall, who was in charge of the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth, and the psychiatrist who happened to be taking care of me temporarily was also an earthling, so I came to you."

"But you're a raccoon."

"Mechanical raccoon." Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes and stuck out his little paws, and Quill wasn't sure if he had seen anything, so he brought his face closer, and with a "smack", the sharp mechanical claws popped out. Nearly cut Quill's nose open.

"It's amazing." Quill shook his head slowly, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise again, he turned his body around, looked into the eyes of the rocket raccoon almost lying on the ground, and said, "Then will you help me?" ”

"That's why I asked you, what are you going to do next?"

"I've got to go find Lisa." Quill grabbed his hair and said, "She needs my help, another UFO has landed in the Rocky Mountains recently, and I came back just in time." ”

"She used to help me, but since I left Earth, I didn't have a chance to repay her, and now she is anxious about her work and under a lot of pressure from her boss, which is very clear in that letter, I have to help her."

Quill held out his arm towards Rocket Raccoon, who sighed and, after a moment's pause, grabbed Quiel's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.

When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the figure of the young man and the raccoon on his shoulders disappeared into the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.

"At that time, I still had the heart to help my friend, but what happened next was not enough to match my pure mood at that time, but greatly exceeded and even shattered it."

"It's not that our friendship isn't strong enough, it's just that what has been calling to me in the darkness is like the song of a lark in the sky, distant, indifferent, and unbelievable."

The first time I saw the origin of Star-Lord, I felt very good

So there is this story

(End of chapter)