Chapter 1088: Father and Daughter (17)

Scott, the Cyclops who was teaching at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters at the time, boarded the spaceship with Schiller and was responsible for escorting him.

Seeing the huge characters flashing on the star, Scott looked even more helpless than Schiller. He shook his head and said: "According to my understanding of Magneto, this might not be a welcome, but more like a show of force. He is always like this."

Scott's temper was already considered quite good among all mutants. Although he was a bit impulsive when he was young, he had matured a lot now. He shook his head helplessly and said:

"Erik is our old rival. He must know that the X-Men were going to send someone to escort you here. He just wants to suppress us. It has been like this for so many years."

Schiller stood before the porthole, looked at the line of words, and smiled, saying: "Is that so? But I actually quite like this welcome ceremony. Except for being a bit startling at first, the effect is not bad, right?"

Scott widened his eyes slightly, then said with some emotion: "Doctor, your temper is really too good, very similar to our Professor. You are both easygoing people, but Magneto is not like that."

"Don't say that, Scott." Schiller shook his head and said: "We shouldn't have too heavy a stereotypical impression of a person just because of his past performance. Every second could be a critical period for someone's personality transformation."

Unexpectedly, Scott really thought about it seriously and said: "You are right, Doctor. I am also a teacher now. Those children could encounter problems that change their lives at any time. If I always look at them with old eyes, I might really let them walk down the same path as in the stereotypical prejudice..."

"Exactly. However, I can also understand your anger. After all, you were opponents before, and you should have fought with people from the Brotherhood, right?"

Scott nodded, his expression becoming heavy. He said: "For so many years, the war has never stopped. No war can be without bloodshed. If it weren't for the beautiful future of mutants placed before our eyes, the hatred of the comrades and friends who sacrificed before would have made us fight until the end of time."

"I naturally understand." Schiller reached out and patted his shoulder, saying: "I know, Professor X might have given you extra tasks, such as helping to promote the relationship between me and Magneto, or persuading him not to have conflicts with me, but you actually don't want to do that."

"How could I force you? Although the beautiful future is righteous, your situation hasn't reached the point where you must sacrifice personal feelings to serve the group."

"My god, Doctor..." Scott covered his forehead and said: "I didn't feel my brainwaves being read, which means you didn't use telepathy, but you really spoke to my heart..."

"Professor X has been trying to bridge the relationship between the X-Men and the Mutant Brotherhood. We all understand his intention. Now is a great time to unite and build the future..."

"However, the resistance of most members is a bit serious. Professor X has tried his best to appease them, but if I were really asked to be servile and smiling at Magneto, no matter what, I couldn't do it..."

"Don't worry, Scott. I won't have conflicts with Magneto." Schiller smiled and said: "I am very good at dealing with such people."

"Not only that, before, I promised Professor X to pay attention to Magneto's psychological state, especially his family relationships. Coming here this time, I am also going to solve these problems..."

"Jesus!" Scott exclaimed. He looked at Schiller and said: "Doctor, you are not only going to deal with Magneto, but also going to treat his illness. Are you serious? This could be very dangerous. Even if he doesn't take action against you, his cold face is ugly enough..."

"It doesn't matter." Schiller said very gently: "I said, I have experience. Moreover, look at Magneto's masterpiece. Didn't he already tell us? There are no patients here who need treatment. I didn't come here to see a doctor, just to care about an old friend on his behalf."

Scott was full of difficulty, seemingly not wanting to let Schiller suffer, but also moved by Schiller's professional ethics, feeling that he couldn't open his mouth to persuade him. After hesitating for a long time, he could only open his mouth and say:

"Alright, Doctor. Regarding professional aspects, I can't help you, but if there are any life problems, feel free to come to me."

"I naturally have something to entrust to you. I intend to recuperate here for a while, and by the way, I want to see the scenery of the Andromeda Galaxy. Do you know what attractions are here? How do we get there?"

Scott scratched his head and said: "That's really a problem. I came here to help mine, so I really haven't traveled... How about this, in the next few days, I'll look around the nearby planets to see if there is any beautiful scenery."

"Then I'll leave it to you... Alright, don't look at me with that worried look. I'm not a child either. I will get along with Magneto very happily." Schiller patted Scott's shoulder again and said.

"To be honest, Doctor, I can see that you are very confident, but I really don't know where your confidence comes from. Is it convenient to reveal it?" Scott asked with a complex expression.

"Perhaps it's because I also have such a side, so I understand what such people fear and what they need." Schiller seemed to think of something funny and laughed to himself.

Just then, the shuttle arrived. Schiller walked to the interface area. As soon as the door opened, Magneto, wearing a battle suit, a helmet, and a cape fluttering behind him, appeared outside the door, and following behind him were the Brotherhood members who were also dressed in black.

Magneto stood in the middle, with others lined up on both sides, each of them serious and cold-eyed.

This scene didn't look like a welcome, but like a negotiation scene before a gang fight, as if everyone was harboring a liter of hatred, trying to stab the other side with their standing posture and facial expressions.

Scott was hesitating and didn't know how to respond, but Schiller walked up directly and reached out to Magneto, saying:

"My god, I really didn't expect you to put on such a big welcome ceremony. I am really flattered."

"Oh, sorry, I just remembered. I am standing in front of Magneto. Igniting a solar storm is not a difficult task for the master of magnetism. It seems I was making a fuss..."

Scott could clearly see Magneto's expression stiffen for a moment, and Schiller reached out with a full face of smiles. Magneto slowly placed his eyes on his hand.

Schiller didn't wear any battle suit or armor. He wore a Christmas-style sweater. The overall color was dark green, with a reindeer sleigh pattern on the left chest. Inside the sweater was the most ordinary white shirt, and a vine-patterned tie hung down from the collar.

The coat was a brown wool coat. The style looked very casual, the tailoring of the shoulders and cuffs was biased towards leisure, and the material was relatively soft.

Schiller's outfit looked very elegant, with a strong scholarly atmosphere, almost without any aggressiveness. To put it plainly, it was clear he was here for a vacation.

Compare this with Magneto's side, everyone was fully armed, and they had to wear some strange decorations on their heads.

Either cover their eyes with sunglasses, or cover the lower half of their faces with masks, and everyone was wearing black clothes, black gloves, and black leather shoes. Even if there was a bit of bright color, it must be blood red or cold blue, this kind of aggressive color.

Across the door of the interface, the two sides were like two worlds. The black-clothed style on Magneto's side was indeed very suitable for this high-tech spaceship, but Schiller, whose style was out of place with the scene, was set off to be even more relaxed and natural.

And at this moment, Scott also realized the problem and couldn't help but quietly raise the corners of his mouth. Clearly, the Brotherhood had used too much force.

Schiller clearly said he was just here for a vacation, which meant this was a private trip, not an official meeting. How could there be a private airport pickup, inviting two extended cars, more than a hundred black-suited bodyguards on both sides, and the leader coming to greet him personally?

At this time, Schiller had already passed Magneto and looked at a green-haired figure in the crowd: "Hey, isn't this Lorna? Long time no see. How are Havok and Iceman?"

Lorna, standing in the queue, also wore sunglasses, but she wasn't used to such occasions. She raised her eyes and glanced at Magneto in front, but because she was standing behind him, she couldn't see his expression and didn't know how to respond, so she just stood there silently.

Schiller revealed a somewhat confused expression, but Magneto's face suddenly turned black. He turned his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Lorna, who taught you the way of hospitality, making you not respond when facing an old friend?"

Lorna seemed somewhat unnatural, not knowing whether she should walk out of the crowd or speak in place. But at this moment, Schiller took the initiative to walk up, hugged her, and said: "I forgot, this is not a place to talk. Let's go, let's land first."

Schiller could clearly feel that Lorna breathed a sigh of relief. And when he walked back to Scott's side, Scott smiled and whispered to him: "Look at their appearance, as if the world is going to be destroyed in the next second, hahaha..."

The shuttle landed on the square of the Sky Island. As soon as Schiller walked out of the spaceship, he sighed: "The stability of this shuttle is quite good, much better than the one I took in New York. Is it a technical improvement you made?"

As soon as Schiller's question came out, Scott keenly sensed that Magneto's mood had improved a bit.

Precisely because they were old rivals, they were very familiar with each other's facial habits and could clearly see that Schiller's words had scratched Magneto's itch.

"It was that Peter Parker who led a group of children to make it." Magneto still answered in a cold tone.

Scott felt a bit confused. What was special about this question? Why did Magneto seem happy when answering? And why, even though he was happy, he still answered with a cold face, as if he didn't care at all?

And on the way to the Sky Island capital, Schiller didn't express any emotion about the scenery along the way or the interior decoration of the capital hall.

Only after entering the reception hall did Schiller sigh slightly: "Unexpectedly, the distance from the main gate to here is still quite far. If you ask me, this house is good in every way, but the structure is a bit complex, making people dizzy. It wouldn't be bad to change it someday..."

Scott saw again that the wrinkles at the corners of Magneto's eyes had stretched a bit. He felt even more confused. How could Schiller start picking faults as soon as he arrived, and Magneto still seemed quite happy?

Scott stood in place, unable to figure it out. Finally, he reached a conclusion. Perhaps this is the magic of psychology. Otherwise, why is everyone who gets along with Magneto a psychologist? ===== CHAPTER 1089 =====