Chapter 1089: Father and Daughter (18)

The sound of "thump, thump, thump" echoed in an overly simple office. Just returning to the room and hanging his coat by the hanger, Magneto frowned.

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

"Hello, Mr. Lehnsherr. Professor X brought you a gift and asked me to deliver it to you. Can I come in now?"

Magneto's brow relaxed slightly. He didn't stop his movements but said in a deep voice: "Please come in."

Schiller pushed the door and walked in. He was carrying two boxes in his hands. After walking to the door, he glanced at Magneto's action of hanging clothes, walked to the guest area next to the office, and sat down on the sofa, but didn't put the boxes in his hands on the coffee table, but directly on the floor at his feet.

Then, he stood up himself, took off his coat, handed it to Magneto, and said: "Can you help me hang it? Thank you."

Schiller's movements were too natural, leaving Magneto no excuse to refuse.

Magneto himself was hanging clothes, and helping a guest who had just arrived here hang their clothes was the most ordinary hospitality. Refusing would seem too impolite.

Magneto gestured lightly. Schiller's clothes flew into mid-air, but he didn't take them immediately. Instead, he put on a glove and then took the clothes and hung them on the hanger.

The two lapels of the clothes hung on the hanger turned over by themselves, and the collar was also tidied up. In an instant, all the dust on the clothes was swept away, and all the clothes on the hanger were the same.

Schiller silently observed these movements until Magneto, wearing a black tight-fitting inner lining, turned around.

He was still very tall, one centimeter taller than Schiller, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters. Although he couldn't be called burly, he could be considered strong. Just looking at his figure, one couldn't tell he was an old man.

Magneto didn't mean to come to the sofa area at all. He walked back behind his desk, bent down, and opened the cabinet on his left. His voice came from behind the desk: "What did Charles bring again?"

"Some tea leaves." Schiller stood up, carried the two gift boxes over, but still didn't put them on Magneto's desk. Instead, he held them in his hands, checked the content on the packaging, and said: "It should be a specialty from China, but I don't recognize this brand."

"By the way, besides that, your son and daughter also brought you a gift. Judging from the packaging, it should be a Christmas gift. Do you want to open it and see?"

"Both are gifts from Charles." Magneto's voice was calm. Schiller saw the two boxes in his hands fly up out of thin air and fly directly into the cabinet Magneto opened.

"Also, I brought you a gift too. After all, I have to bother you for a while, so please take care of me."

After Schiller finished speaking, Magneto straightened up, but at this time, Schiller's hands were already empty. So Magneto revealed a cold smile and was about to speak, but Schiller took out a very small item from his pants pocket.

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

Magneto originally just glanced at it carelessly, thinking it was some kind of decorative item like a gemstone necklace, but the moment he saw that thing, his pupils shrank.

This time, he didn't use magnetism, but leaned forward, touched its surface with his finger, and then slowly opened his mouth and said: "Order of the Red Banner..."

"I learned from Professor X that you were once a fighter resisting the NAZI and once made outstanding contributions. Although the country that issued this medal no longer exists, I think you deserve this honor."

The muscles on Magneto's cheeks twitched slightly, seemingly wanting to make some expression, but it froze halfway. Then, he heard Schiller say: "I'm sorry, in that war, I didn't go to the front line, so I couldn't get a higher-level military medal. Otherwise, you might have been able to collect a Gold Star Medal?"

Magneto's finger touched the cold surface of the medal, but the moment he felt the temperature, he withdrew his finger and shook his head, saying: "No, I don't want it."

Schiller didn't continue to ask him to accept it, but shook his head helplessly, took the medal back, put it in his pocket, and said:

"I originally intended to give it to Captain America, but who knew he already had one. Later, I intended to give it to Natasha, but this female agent said she preferred military medals. I took it to Nick Fury again. Nick took it back and appreciated it for a few days, then returned it to me."

"It seems this thing can't be given away. Maybe I should find a special safe and store it inside. But fortunately, the quality of the medals of this country is very good, and it shouldn't rust."

Magneto's fingertips, still on the desktop, trembled. His fingers stretched forward a little, but then withdrew. Subsequently, he withdrew his whole arm, hugged his arms, and looked at Schiller, saying: "If you have nothing else, please go back."

After speaking, he turned his head away first, and then controlled his chair to turn to the side, no longer looking at Schiller, as if wanting to hide his eyes and expression.

"I am here for the first day, don't you intend to introduce the basic situation here to me? I can call you that, right, Erik?"

"No." Magneto took a book from the bookshelf next to him and started reading, treating Schiller as if he didn't exist.

And at this moment, Schiller reached out his hand and lightly pushed a book at the very edge of Magneto's desk one centimeter to the side.

Instantly, Magneto turned his head to look at that book. Schiller immediately pushed it back to its original position with his hand and said: "I accidentally touched it, sorry."

Then, when he restored the book to its original position, he pushed the few books stacked on top of it crooked.

"Erik, I think. I can call you that." Schiller stood in front of the desk and nodded, saying: "After all, we should be the same age, or maybe I am older than you and Professor X."

Magneto's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and at this moment, Schiller reached out his hand and pushed the few books that had been pushed crooked flat again. Magneto's brow muscles relaxed again. He didn't say anything and turned back to continue reading.

"Alright, it seems you should be tired. But then again, you made such a big move near the sun, you should have consumed a lot of physical strength. Thank you for your wonderful welcome ceremony. Next, I will go and see the children I am going to teach..."

After speaking, Schiller turned to leave, but at this moment, Magneto frowned and coughed twice, taking the initiative to speak: "Didn't Charles say anything?"

Schiller stopped his steps. Then he stood in place, looking left and right as if looking for something. Magneto didn't understand his movements, so he asked: "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for a chair. It seems you don't like sitting on the sofa. Actually, I don't like it either. It's too soft, but I'm a bit tired and want to sit down and talk." Schiller began to look out the door and then said: "Or should I go to the office next door and move one?"

Magneto closed his eyes slightly and rubbed the side of his nose with his fingers.

With a "bang," a chair knocked open the office door and flew in front of the desk.

Schiller sat on the chair, put one hand on the desk, relaxed his fingers, opened his palm upward, and then opened his mouth and said: "The Professor did instruct me some things, but I think some are too trivial, so I didn't intend to tell you."

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

"He said to let you coax Lorna and don't quarrel with her anymore. Call Wanda and Pietro when you have time. They haven't returned to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters recently, and I don't know where they live or if they are in danger..."

"Also. He hopes you can care about the lives of the group of children studying and working here. After all, they are young and far away from home, so it's inevitable that they will feel homesick..."

"Also. He hopes you can drink less coffee. Replacing coffee with a small amount of tea is a good choice. And, your age is no longer suitable for working until two in the morning every day. Even if the renovation project of the Sky Island is tight, it's not worth you..."

"Stop, don't say it." Magneto "slapped" the book in his hand shut, turned the chair back, looked at Schiller, and said: "You don't need to tell me these trivial words..."

But what was unexpected to him was that Schiller didn't say anything like "You asked me to say it," but revealed a helpless smile, shook his head, and said: "In my opinion, your mentality is much younger than his. People get old and love to worry. You have to be considerate of him..."

Instantly, the direction of the muscles on Magneto's face became very spectacular again. The relaxed expression had been done halfway, but it seemed like he thought of something, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart again, so he frowned again.

"Your age is older than us?" Magneto said it as a question, but used a certain tone. Every question he asked was like this, as if he didn't need anyone to answer at all.

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

Magneto's fingertips tapped on the armrest. Instantly, two water cups fell onto the desktop. Two streams of water appeared out of thin air, and clear water poured into the cups. Schiller picked up the cup and looked at it, saying: "Now is not the time to drink water. Is there coffee or tea?"

Magneto was about to refuse, but Schiller suddenly realized and said: "Oh, didn't Charles send you a can of tea? Let's try it, shall we?"

"I have always trusted Charles's taste very much. If it tastes good, I really have to ask him where he bought such good tea."

The muscles on Magneto's face began a series of complex activities again. At first, he deeply furrowed his brows, as if feeling dissatisfied, but hearing the second half of the sentence, his brows relaxed, but the next moment, he became conflicted again.

When Magneto bent down to get the tea leaves, he actually felt a trace of fatigue. This fatigue was not physiological, but the mental exhaustion brought by repeated emotional fluctuations in a short period of time.

He found that in these few minutes, his emotional fluctuations were stronger than in the past few decades.

And often, Schiller would just say a sentence that made him feel very dissatisfied, or make an action that made him feel annoyed, and the next second, Schiller's words would make him feel subtly satisfied, or propose a suggestion he couldn't refuse, leading to him being completely unable to vent his dissatisfaction.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Magneto, holding the tea can, paused his fingers, feeling his own hesitation.

Erik Lehnsherr, also known as Magneto, has experienced world wars, been in concentration camps, hunted down NAZIs, and fought against the government in his life. He has never been afraid of anyone.

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