Chapter 2236: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 35)

Natasha was so angry she wanted to inhale oxygen.

Strange poked half his body out of the room across the hall, looked at Natasha, and said, "Come sit with me first. I see he will take at least half an hour."

Natasha had to walk in, and then she saw Strange wearing a more gorgeous and complex Supreme Sorcerer ceremonial robe, who was repairing his beard in front of the mirror at this time.

"Not bad," Natasha raised an eyebrow at Strange. She walked half a circle around Strange and said, "This doesn't look like European-style formal wear. Is there any particularity?"

"It's a variant of the Ming Dynasty court dress, inherited from the Ancient One. When she was in the Ming Dynasty, she was once appointed as the official in charge of the Imperial Observatory, and she liked the official uniform of that time very much, so she modified this kind of clothing and turned it into the ceremonial robe of the Supreme Sorcerer."

"There is actually such a history," Natasha said with some surprise, "I thought she never dealt with mortal affairs."

"You know this is impossible. Occultism in ancient China was very developed. Kamar-Taj was noticed as soon as it appeared. In order to maintain the stability of this utopia, the Ancient One also had to come forward to deal with the officialdom."

"However, it is clear that she was not accustomed to life in the court, so she never went back again. Although this is the case, she treasures this only remaining commemorative ceremonial robe. This is a real antique."

Strange flicked his sleeves, adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, turned to look at Natasha, and said, "Although I agree with you that the thing in Pepper's body is completely not a tumor in the pathological sense, it is indeed not excluded that traveling through the universe will have an impact on it. You have to give Tony some time."

"It's rare, you actually help him speak good words."

Strange snorted coldly and said, "I certainly don't want to, but I am a person who seeks truth from facts. You have to admit, if Tony Stark starts to study medicine because of Pepper's illness, then I'm afraid that before long, human medical level will take a big step forward again."

"You are indeed a doctor," Natasha laughed and said, "Aren't you worried that you won't have surgery to do by then?"

"He wants to replace me with those medical devices he made? Wait another ten thousand years." Strange said unpleasantly.

Natasha sighed and said, "Despite this, I still have to go urge him. A Batman once told me that the traffic jam in this city is more solid than historical laws. If we can't leave within 20 minutes, we will definitely be late."

Natasha urged for another ten minutes, and Stark finally finished. At this time, Nick found them and said, "Have you seen Loki? His brother just called me, saying he couldn't reach him."

"He didn't come with us. He might have run to Schiller's side. Don't worry about him, let our people hurry up and get in the car, otherwise it will definitely be too late."

Natasha, Coulson, and other S. H. I. E. L. D. agents were like sheepdogs, knocking on doors floor by floor, until everyone was driven out of the room, driven into the corridor, and then let them get in the car according to personnel pairing and order.

It can only be said that Batman's understanding of Cat Getan is still very deep. Although the Cat Getan where Schiller is has solved most of the problems and the new traffic network is already in the planning and transformation stage, the traffic jam at this time is still unsolvable.

The traffic jam was boring, and Natasha began to observe the cars outside the window. Besides those obvious cars rented by out-of-town tourists, many luxury cars were rushing to the same location.

Clearly, this grand banquet held by Schiller would inevitably gather the celebrities in the city. At the moment when the vehicles were rubbing shoulders, Natasha found that most of the people sitting in this batch of luxury cars were mafia figures.

They wore black suit formal wear, with various colors of family crest badges and flowers on their chests. The shadows of the city's neon lights swept across the car windows, also illuminating the deepest darkness between their brows.

Even if they had heard of it, now seeing it with their own eyes, everyone from Marvel still felt amazed.

This city is like a relic of the era that has not yet walked out of the Prohibition era in the United States, representing the darkness hidden under the glorious appearance of the era when the United States was full of gold everywhere.

Even Captain America, who walked out of that era, couldn't say that he often saw this scene. New York is a combination of light and shadow, while Cat Getan is forever iron gray.

When night fell, Natasha finally stepped on the steps of Rodriguez Manor. She saw a man who was not tall standing in the main position of welcoming guests.

Black Widow finally tidied up her bright red hair, licked her dark and cold red lips lightly, and walked quickly toward the inside.

There were not many guests like her. Most of the ladies would walk in holding their male companions' hands, but Natasha deliberately avoided everyone and waited for a while at the door before walking in alone, so she was particularly conspicuous.

On the way to the greeter, Natasha counted in her heart: 16, 17, 18, until nearly 20 lines of sight fell on her. The result was not bad.

Black Widow's beauty was enough to attract people, but this was definitely not enough to make her the world's number one female agent. If there was anything that could make her the focus of everyone in an instant, it was the dangerous temperament she exuded.

For men, a temperament that is too sharp will make them not approachable enough, which is actually not an advantage in the social field. Most people still need affinity.

But for women, there are two ultimate laws of social attraction: either you look weak and lonely, or you look like you will kill everyone in the room.

Natasha was always the latter.

It cannot be denied that the female agent possessed top-level beauty. The Slavic bloodline made her facial features look more three-dimensional than the East Coast Americans with Irish and Western European bloodlines. Every turn was like being carved by a knife, possessing a very strong impact visually.

Today she wore a low-cut pearlescent dark wine-red long dress. The color was deeper than her hair color and lip color, but the red revealed under the illumination of the lights was like revealing the blood and darkness behind the painted skin inadvertently.

When Cobblepot's pupils reflected the red, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but sigh that in the years he worked for Falcone, he had seen many beauties in Cat Getan's upper society, but those social butterflies were more like daisies in a greenhouse. Today he saw a real rose.

But Natasha's goal was not him. She just placed the invitation letter on the table beside her, nodded at Cobblepot, and entered the banquet scene.

Because of the traffic jam, they didn't arrive early, just barely catching the scheduled time, but overall, they were still early guests. Before the guests arrived, they were allowed to move freely in the front hall.

The reception staff were clearly very professional. When Natasha proposed to visit the kitchen and restaurant, they readily agreed and pointed the way for Natasha.

There was nothing about beauty playing a role in this. At the banquet, before the banquet officially started, guests could choose various ways to pass the time. Many people liked to visit the manor, and their destinations could provide different common topics for the subsequent exchanges.

The kitchen and restaurant were good places. As an experienced agent, Natasha always believed that cooking was a creation, and how a person created his life could almost completely reflect what kind of person he was.

Natasha still wanted to understand Schiller.

Although for her boss Nick, no amount of intelligence about Schiller was too much, so Schiller was Natasha's long-term task, but she couldn't say that she had no personal interest in doing so, especially after they both fell into the land of death.

At that time, Natasha's injuries were too severe, so her consciousness was blurred in the second half, and she couldn't remember much. But she was very clear that in those tens of seconds, she saw the most real thing under Schiller's human skin.

Natasha could be sure that it was the moment when she saw Schiller's emotions most truly. Theoretically, this was impossible because Schiller was an autistic patient, and most of his emotions were disguised, but that kind of excitement was not fake.

Natasha's rich experience told her that although there would be dangers in going deep into it, the harvest would definitely be proportional to the effort. No one could deny that jumping into a vortex named Schiller and truly touching the bottom was a challenge attractive enough.

Natasha came to the kitchen. It was cleaned spotlessly, and there were not many traces of activity left.

Natasha belonged to complete empiricism in investigation, but fortunately, her experience was too rich, so even without the extraordinary observation and keen intuition like Batman, she could still see that only the raw materials that had been processed entered this kitchen.

This was actually not unusual, because the kitchen was used to process raw materials. If Schiller didn't complete the preparation here, then where would he go?

Just then, Natasha's peripheral vision caught a flash of the same bright red. She turned around standing outside the kitchen and saw a red-haired girl standing by the porch looking at her, the hunger in her eyes no less than a wolf.

"Pamela Isley."

"Heard of you long ago, Natasha Romanoff."

"You know me?" Pamela asked.

"I've heard your name," Natasha looked into Pamela's eyes and said, "From a lunatic named Harley Quinn. She calls you Little Red. It seems you are very close."

"Yes, not bad at all. But I haven't heard of you, or other versions of you using some other more famous code names."

"I don't have many code names. Most of them are misunderstandings by others. I am also completely different from those versions of me in other universes. Please believe me, if there are any rumors reaching your ears, don't take them seriously."

Natasha's tone of speaking English was unique, seemingly still following the pronunciation of Russian. The stress was always on the unexpected parts, sometimes heavy, sometimes ethereal.

This made Pamela feel that the wine today was drunk too early, otherwise why would she feel dizzy?

"You appear here at this time, it must be that your relationship with Dr. Schiller is unusual. Are you his student?" Natasha slowed down her attitude and asked with a smile.

"Yes, but we are not close," Pamela turned and walked into the garden with Natasha. She said, "I came here early for a follow-up visit. Everything has to start from that psychological treatment not long ago..."

Natasha finished listening to Pamela's brief summary and then said, "This is a good thing. I think I should say congratulations, but I heard that the Schiller who is mainly responsible for the activities in your universe is not a psychologist."

"Yes, he is not, but he occasionally does psychological counseling."

"What is the fee level?"

Pamela looked at Natasha who asked this question with some strangeness. She shook her head and said, "The Professor usually doesn't like to talk about money. I think no one pays for this."

Natasha understood.

Either she didn't pay money

Natasha looked Pamela over again; she was a beautiful and energetic young woman, and one could clearly see her interest in Schiller, looking entirely ordinary overall.

But if she had been chosen by Schiller, there must be something special about her. So, is she a fish about to be served on the table, or is she bait prepared for another fish?