Chapter 1587: Fishing Day (16)

Within a single second of hearing Seeing Natasha's words, Charles Xavier had already mentally constructed over a dozen seasons of a romantic drama.

Few students at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters knew that Professor Xavier, who now appeared erudite, wise, and gentle, had actually once had a dissolute and indulgent youth.

God was never fair, but He had been particularly partial to this young Englishman named Xavier, gifting him a stunningly beautiful face and blue eyes that were hard to refuse. Professor Xavier's appearance in his youth could be roughly described as: if you saw him on any street in New York, you would definitely think, either he had a sugar daddy, or he had several.

In his young, robust, and vibrant years, he had chance encounters and one-night passions with all sorts of beauties, indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. Like a wreck sunken at the bottom of a lake of desire, an orphan of a beautiful world, he drifted with the current and swayed with the wind, having experienced it, enjoyed it, and then leaving nothing behind.

In contrast, Erik in his youth was always on the path of wanting to be responsible for his family but always failing. The ones he chased could not understand him, and those who understood him would not go with him. He was always alone, anxious and lonely.

These two people, who were so incredibly similar yet diametrically opposed, this pair of old friends, seemed more like they had been left by the entire world to stand side-by-side, right up until today.

Charles spoke at a rapid pace to Erik, finishing the speculation in his mind. Setting aside those euphemistic expressions and flowery rhetoric, Erik's response went straight to the point.

"You mean, Seeing Natasha is pursuing Schiller, and Luo Ji might also be pursuing Schiller, so Seeing Natasha won't let Luo Ji come to find Schiller?"

Charles nodded vigorously, his eyes full of interest, while Erik pointed out very sharply: "But Luo Ji used to be a male."

Charles immediately opened his mouth wide. After being stunned for a while, he made a sign of the cross on his chest and sighed: "My God."

Facts proved that when there was a target in a love triangle who could be either male or female, the complexity of an already complicated relationship would more than double.

Charles rubbed his fingers and said somewhat uncertainly: "However, this is also possible. Judging from Schiller's previous behavioral patterns, he would not actively pursue the opposite sex, while Seeing Natasha is accustomed to hunting all kinds of men."

"Male Luo Ji could also have been one of Seeing Natasha's conquests, and now that Seeing Natasha has shifted her target to Schiller, she doesn't want her former bedmate to appear in front of them."

"Well, that's understandable; it might indeed be very awkward." Charles stroked his chin and said: "But it's too late; I've already told Luo Ji that we are ice fishing on Long Island."

At another ice fishing spot, Nick and Steve were also discussing this issue, but their views seemed completely opposite to Charles's, because Nick understood Seeing Natasha better.

"I strongly discourage the agents under my command from being promiscuous, because you never know who you will end up in the hands of. As long as you relax for a moment, the knife under the pillow will slit your throat."

"But our Lady Romanoff is a quite intelligent woman; otherwise, she couldn't have lived until today. She knows what can be held in her arms and what must never be touched. If she didn't have such keenness, she might have died in bed long ago."

"There is absolutely no possibility that she would actively invite Schiller." Nick's tone was very certain. He tapped the fishing rod in his hand continuously and said: "Because she knows better than anyone that Schiller is of great importance, and any connection with him requires careful consideration. Such a person is clearly not a good target for a female agent who just wants to enjoy pleasure to have a one-night stand, because this is very likely to bring great trouble and might also affect future work."

"Seeing Natasha's career ambition is shockingly strong." Steve evaluated while turning the reel of his fishing rod: "After the collapse of the former Soviet Union, the Russian intelligence organization lost its strong control over her. She could actually have completely abandoned her agent status and lived a quiet life under an assumed name, but she didn't choose to do so."

"I have heard the legendary deeds of this Black Widow from Sharon's mouth; it's as if any difficult mission becomes easy in her hands."

"This is particularly rare for a female agent." Nick suddenly lifted the fishing rod, looking at the small squid that had taken the bait with some disappointment, but he still carefully took the squid off the hook and said: "The beautiful ladies in intelligence organizations are usually more prone to wavering, using their beauty or even their bodies to achieve missions, either letting themselves indulge in material desires and losing control, or developing self-loathing, exaggerating the degree of sacrifice, and subsequently feeling that life is hopeless."

"Seeing Natasha has never had such troubles, but I don't think this is entirely the result of brainwashing by the intelligence organization. She coexists harmoniously with her own evil, cruelty, indulgence, and dissoluteness, even turning them into weapons or toys. If one had to pick the person in the S. H. I. E. L. D. who least needs to see a psychiatrist, it would definitely be her."

"I think this would definitely be very attractive to a psychiatrist." Steve said while nodding slightly: "Every psychiatrist gives me the feeling that they firmly believe everyone in this world is sick, and they can always convince their patients to believe this point, not allowing for any exceptions."

Nick grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. While casting the bait back into the water, he said: "Perhaps that is exactly why Schiller is interested in Seeing Natasha. You must know that those who often deal with Schiller have, without exception, accepted his psychological treatment, and those who don't often deal with Schiller have mostly been attracted or tricked by him into accepting psychological treatment."

"But Seeing Natasha hangs around Schiller every day, and for a period of time, she even completely took on the job of delivering messages between me and Schiller. But so far, Schiller hasn't been able to trick her into the psychological clinic. It seems our doctor is going to exert his efforts this time."

Steve laughed until his shoulders were shaking, not knowing who he was gloating over. Then he coughed twice and said: "I find it very hard to imagine the scene when Dr. Schiller pursues a woman."

"I'm afraid it's more than that. Charles just sent me a message saying Luo Ji is coming. Guess what she's coming for?"

Steve was stunned for a moment, then said: "I heard from Thor that Frigga has been urging marriage recently. Luo Ji might be looking for Schiller to help, right?"

"I hope it's just help." Nick said noncommittally.

Just as they were talking about it, they saw a bolt of lightning strike the blackened reed marsh not far from their fishing spot, which had already been ravaged by the cold wind. Luo Ji walked out first, followed by Thor.

Luo Ji's face was full of anger, while Thor's face was full of helplessness. But the two of them seemed as if they had just had a big argument and reached a ceasefire agreement, showing nothing in front of outsiders, as if they were really just passing by and then joined this social activity.

"Long time no see, Captain." Luo Ji hugged Steve.

After Steve released his arms, he looked at her and Thor's attire. The gods of Asgard were not afraid of the cold, and Luo Ji, as a Frost Giant, was the same, so she was just wearing a buttonless wool trench coat worn in autumn, a dark brown scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, black calfskin gloves on her hands, and a pair of chunky-heeled patent leather ankle boots.

The strong Thor was wearing a black motorcycle jacket and a pair of high-top Martin boots. Steve couldn't help but pat his arm and said jokingly: "If I didn't know you just came from Asgard, I would have thought you ransacked Nick's wardrobe."

Nick let out a "psh" sound, stepped back two steps, and like a hooligan, while shaking his right foot, looked Thor up and down and said: "Forget it, Steve, you don't understand jackets at all. If you had seen my wardrobe, you would know that what this big guy is wearing is the antonym of stylish."

Luo Ji put her gloved hands into the opposite sleeves, her long hair fluttering in the cold wind. She had to squint her eyes and keep tossing her head back so that her hair wouldn't stick to her eyelashes or mouth. Then she stepped on the ice with the heels of her leather boots and asked: "How many people have you come with? How is the harvest?"

"Actually, it's not bad." Steve showed her the water tank. Just two hours after lunch, the water tank was almost full again. He stepped aside very gentlemanly and squatted down, making sure not to block Luo Ji's view, and introduced:

"The number and variety of fish here are very large. Perhaps because of this, they are competing for food fiercely, and there are relatively few big fish."

"I think this lake has all the squids in the world." Nick lifted his fishing rod again, and a small squid was hanging on his hook. He said "tch" in annoyance, impatiently pulled the squid off, and threw it into the water tank.

"It's you who caught all the squids in the world." Steve laughed in a low voice: "The culprit who filled our water tank."

"Will you invite us to join?" Luo Ji turned her head and asked Nick: "If we are still welcome, we will go back to New York later to bring some fishing gear, or something else you are missing."

"Just to have the royal family of Asgard run an errand for me, I have to say, yes, welcome to join this fishing activity." Nick smiled and opened his arms to them, and Luo Ji hugged him again.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" Steve stood next to the water tank chatting with Thor. Thor put his hands on his hips, looked up at Luo Ji, wanted to say something, but seemed to remember the ceasefire agreement, gulped, and said: "Frigga is urging marriage so much that she is annoyed, so I accompanied her out to relax. Is it too late for me to go back and pick up Sif? She is also a bit annoyed."

"Actually, I'm curious, your existing royal family members are not even ten people, how come it seems like there are a thousand things making you annoyed every day?" Steve joked.

"That's the fact." Thor shook his head and said: "It wasn't like this before, because busy wars occupied all our energy, and once you are idle, you will find that there are leaks everywhere."

"Recently, there is another kind of rumor in Xiangong. They compare Sif with Frigga, saying that because Sif is a Valkyrie and busy fighting on the front line, she is far less meticulous in managing internal affairs than Frigga."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Steve asked somewhat puzzled.

"It has nothing to do with it." Thor sighed deeply and continued: "They say this just because they hope the Queen's power can be limited to the scope of internal affairs. The gist is 'You should focus on managing that acre of land in Xiangong; if you can't even do this well, don't dream of anything else.'"

"Then why didn't such a phenomenon happen during Frigga's time? She should have managed more broadly and more than Sif, right?"

"Because Frigga is smooth enough." Thor pursed his lips and said: "On the surface, she is a devoted wife and mother, beautiful and gentle, and never questions the King's decisions. In fact, it's just because she doesn't need to question publicly; she has other ways to control Odin, and can make people unable to pick out any faults. And Sif is inevitably a bit too straightforward and reckless."

Suddenly Thor shuddered. He was stunned for a while, as if checking something with his mind, and then said as if his butt had been burned by fire: "I have to hurry and pick up Sif; she beat up the deputy housekeeper of Xiangong again!"