"I don't remember what I told you!"

Raven grinned and hugged his arms, not covering an inch.

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But in Charles's opinion, it's no different from ***.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes slightly, and chewed the last bite of waffle in his mouth, focusing his eyes on Rui Wenming's yellow pupils, trying not to pay attention to her body.

"I remember..... It's rare to go so deep into the spiritual world now, it's usually shallow, look at the information you need, don't worry, thank you Miss Frost for me. ”

Raven walked to the table anyway, pushed away the honey jar and butter bottle in front of him, folded his arms on the table, and continued to instruct in a straight manner.

"Emma said that even if it is a shallow level of telepathy, as long as it accumulates too much volume, there will be a certain amount of mental pollution, like... Chronic poisoning! You're now sweeping the world all over the world with that brainwave monitor all day long, thousands—"

"Alright, alright...... I promise! As of today, the use of brainwave cameras is strictly controlled, and the recent investigation has been concluded, and the informatics of the mutant population in New York and the surrounding area is almost in control, and the use of brainwave cameras will be suspended for a while. ”

Professor Xavier raised his hands to reassure Raven, and suddenly there was a soft sound in the room, and Asazzo appeared directly in the cafeteria.

"Morning, brother-in-law, morning, dear, you look so beautiful today..."

Asazzo made a gesture to lean in and kiss Raven, but as soon as he leaned over, he suddenly leaned over motionlessly and closed his eyes, and the movement of his mouth was fixed.

"Charles, what are you doing!"

Raven instantly understood what was going on, slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Charles with round eyes.

"You put on your clothes first."

"You let go of Asazzo first!"

"I'm not going to let go of this ...... who breaks into someone's house without knocking without getting dressed Guys!"

As a professor of higher education and good cultivation, Professor Charles Xavier was speechless for a while, and he couldn't seem to find a more rude word, watching Raven's angry chest fall together, and the two confronted each other coldly.

Ah, Raven still looks like red hair and blue skin, but the skin on his body is like fine scales, undulating into a black jacket and denim trousers, and he turned his face away from Charles.

"Ahem... Good guys..."

Asazzo was released from his state of mind control, but he didn't see him angry, his mouth curled, and he shook Raven's arm and started a circle.

"It's okay, next time I'll bring a shielding helmet and go, uncle, I'll remember to knock on the door in the future."

Burst!

The two of them turned into a cloud of red and black smoke and disappeared, leaving Charles to brush back a few handfuls of his hair in the dining room.

The relationship with Raven has just eased up, but it has fallen to the bottom again.

Maybe I should really try to change the perspective of mutant life and re-look at some ordinary life concepts that I have long been accustomed to.

Thinking wildly about Charles, he ripped off the coffee-colored trench coat jacket hanging in the entrance, grabbed his pocket, and walked to the S.H.I.E.L.D. office not too far away.

The weather is most comfortable in New York in early autumn, and Charles has always been a dislike of driving, he likes to go for a walk or take a quick walk.

As we passed by Black Street, in front of the largest three-story townhouse, a strangely dressed white man was talking to a man who looked like a typical New York business elite.

"Mr. Lane, don't you really need our renovation team, the group's real estate department has a very complete architectural design team, which is the top in the construction industry in the United States..."

Wearing a melanchoe and a bunched hair, Master Mark, dressed in a short coat common in Chinatown, politely declined the offer of the Howlett real estate manager in front of the steps of the villa.

The renovation and construction of the Holy of Holies cannot and cannot involve ordinary people.

"Not really, thank you Mr. Howlett for your kindness, it's enough to help us prepare these building materials, thank you again."

Master Mark bowed slightly, and his right hand pinched a strange one. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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The gesture was a salute, and the manager of the real estate department looked stunned, and hurriedly bowed in return with the namaste he learned from somewhere.

This is said to be an arrangement set by the head of the family himself, which really made the managers of the group's real estate department break their heads, and even the department boss at the level of the group's vice president planned to come over in person.

If you happen to meet the ever-mysterious Mr. Howlett, it can be regarded as a great qualification.

Master Mark watched as the last few workers placed the elaborate mahogany in the lobby at 177 Black Street, politely thanked him, and closed the door.

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There were already more than a dozen of Kama Taj monks waiting in the Himalayan core sanctuary.

The sturdy Master Wang, dressed in an ochre-red robe, stood first with the general's belly in front of him, and after striding in, he commanded all the mages who followed Yuguan to begin to condense mana and draw a debut spell.

The already large hall, which had several walls and was two stories high, trembled under the influence of the bright yellow occult magic that the mages kept entering, and it swelled out of thin air visible to the naked eye.

From the outside, No. 177, which is about four or five stories high, has an internal space that rises and expands out of thin air, and is placed in the hall, with high stacks of wood and stone, as well as some special white jade and other materials, floating in the air under the support of mana.

While it was polished and shaped by the tools cast by the mages, it was placed and assembled in various parts of the villa, and the new Holy of Holies was renovated and renovated.

"Master Mark Lane, in the future, you will be the resident mage of the Holy of Holies in New York, and when the sanctuary is renovated later, the Supreme Mage will come to build the core of the enchantment, and the resident mage will not be able to leave easily in the future, if there is anything you don't understand when reading the Chinese classics, you can send someone over to deliver the message."

Master Wang still spoke boldly in his hard-tongued English, waved his hand, and made a gesture to return to Kama Taj from the teleportation portal.

"Wang Da, teacher, are you really not going to stay and be the Master of the Holy of Holies in New York?"

Mark's Huaxia pronunciation is much better, but there is still a big problem with sentence breaking, Master Wang scratched the back of his ear, and said worriedly:

"I still can't put down Kama Taj's library, especially when that man came and dared to smoke in it! No, I'll have to rush back, you're busy..."

Master Mark looked at the folded light door, glanced at the mages who were still busy around him, and thought that it would be good to stay in the sanctuary in New York, and he could go to Chinatown often.

……

"How old are you?"

"Pots and pots, nest eighteen miles."

James Howlett hesitantly drank the cigar in his hand, and he sat in the Kama Taj library with a golden knife, a few large books and leather scrolls in front of him in the dim light.

Looking at Xiao Li, the mage apprentice who was blinking hard and his eyes were shining, James hesitated that at such a young age, it was still not suitable to take him to smoke, although the difference between a cigar and a pure cigarette was not small.

"When I was a child, the old man let the nest taste the tobacco pouch, but there were no drops."

Xiao Li is not tall, his skin is more black than most Chinese people, probably because he has been in the snowy plateau for a long time, with two touches of purple on his cheeks, a round face and small eyes, he is an honest child.

"Then what about your old man, are you also a mage?"

James still didn't let go, he just smoked it himself, if the disciples and grandchildren of the ancient one mage smoked cigars on Kama Taj every day, it would be too much fun.

"Death! On the way to escape and die, Master Wang picked up the nest and brought it back. ”

“...... I'll give you one, this thing is tasted slowly, don't go down to your lungs, smoke and smell it. ”

Xiao Li hurriedly took a "golden apple" that James took out from the ebony humidor, and he put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed vigorously, as if he knew cigar tasting very well.

With the lamp and candle on the table, the apprentice Xiao Li was about to come up and light the cigar in his mouth, James suddenly frowned, took the cigar that Xiao Li was holding at an invisible speed, and stuffed it into his arms.

With a wipe of his left hand, he didn't know where he had hidden the one and the humidor in his hand.

The body shook slightly, and the whole body surged. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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A uniform and gentle force blew away the smoke of cigars in the library, blowing the rows of bookshelves made of wood and stone gently shake.

Almost at the same time, a little spark burst out of thin air on the bluestone ground behind the two of them, and suddenly twisted and became larger, turning into a light and flame portal.

Master Wang looked suspiciously at it, and looked at James and Xiao Li with their heads bowed to the desk, as if they were carefully studying the classics.

He stepped over the light door, sniffed vigorously again, still didn't find anything, snorted twice, and walked away with his back hand.

James patted Xiao Li's chest lightly, and told him that he had to smoke where no one was.

Looking at the figure of the junior apprentice running away excitedly, his attention shifted back to the thin cowhide scroll in front of him, which had been worn out like cicada wings, and was still intact and solid thanks to the support of spells.

It describes the runic magic of the Asgardian gods in Norwegian, and in order to read this ancient scroll, James spent two days and nights learning to master the extremely niche Norwegian language.

In just over a thousand words, he has pondered it many times.

......

"Nine nights hang from the windswept trees,

stabbed with a spear; I was sacrificed to Odin,

Sacrifice yourself to yourself, on a tree that no one knows!

There is no bread to satisfy hunger, no drop of water to quench thirst.

I looked down and picked up the rune text,

Picking up and shouting, falling from the tree. ”

This is a record of a poetic reminiscence of obtaining the rune of Rune from nowhere, which is claimed to be the god king Odin.

According to legend, Odin, the king of the gods, found the Fountain of Wisdom - the Fountain of Mimir next to the second root of the World Tree that plunged into Jotunheim.

Odin is also the god of knowledge and has a strong desire for knowledge.

He sacrificed his right eye into the spring and hung himself on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, and thus had an epiphany and gained the power of runes and saw the secret behind the so-called Ragnarok.

The Rune Rune is an ancient magical rune and one of the foundations of Western magic, and it is said that if it is carved into wood, stone, metal, or even any other material, it can be infinitely powerful.

At the same time, it also spread with the Asgardian Protoss to Midgard, or Earth.

The Old Germanic languages of ancient Northern Europe, as well as the ancient Fersak languages, date back to the second century B.C., were first recorded in oral expressions.

James looked at the twenty-four rune letters recorded one by one, each of which was like a trajectory created by a carving knife on a rock, stiff and straight, without a single line with a curve. Such writing seems to resemble the character of the Nordics, rough and stubborn.

“..... Uruz 'Bison Crescent,' Surisaz Thurisaz,' Annoying Thorns, and also symbolizes'Thor's hammer...

James muttered a syllable of the Rune alphabet in the shape of a stone hammer, looking at each rune and roughly depicting what it meant.

Eventually, at the end of the volume, he concludes.

"Without the blessing and permission of the god king Odin or the powerful Aesir gods, even if they master the combination of rune magic, they will not be able to release the slightest magic power, and these runes are like ordinary words and words, and there is no supernatural power."

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Chapter 13: Sacrificing His Own Odin