Chapter 3136

On the day of the wedding, the clouds were soft lines drifting at the edge of the sky, like the traces of a lover's fingertips brushing past the lips. The wind was a damp tulle drifting from the sea, like the last lingering and beautiful look before turning one's head on the night of confession.

Even with millions of such sunny and cool mornings, there would never be the peace of mind of seeing the bright blue sky outside the window after waking up from bed. The weather always took on many special meanings because of people's expectations.

The manor suddenly came alive. Waiters in suits and leather shoes shuttled through the corridors like a school of fish. The sound of leather shoes came from afar and then slowly moved away. Standing in front of the window, one could see that people were already busy setting up in the manor square.

Schiller was woken up by a waiter. He opened the door, and the ironed clothes were placed at the door. This wasn't the groomsman outfit, but an ordinary suit for attending the welcome banquet.

The groomsmen first had to welcome the guests in the manor square. They had arrived on the island a few days in advance, but a small welcome banquet had to be held when meeting the hosts for the first time.

The bride and groom wouldn't show up directly, so the reception work had to be done by the groomsmen and bridesmaids. When Schiller put on his clothes and walked out the door, he happened to meet Natasha, who was wearing a black long dress.

"You arrived last night?" He walked downstairs with Natasha and asked her at the same time.

"Yes, Nick threw S. H. I. E. L. D.'s work to me, and I was busy until last night before I had time to come over." Natasha held a black clutch bag inlaid with diamonds in her hand. While walking down the stairs, she adjusted the position of the necklace on her neck and then touched her earrings.

"Is he making you do the accounts for the wedding security work?"

Natasha rolled her eyes lightly and said: "You don't have to be so blunt."

"How many people did you plant?"

"On the books, it's 20,000."

Schiller wasn't surprised by this number at all. He even said with some emotion: "Nick showed mercy."

"After all, it's a friend's wedding, so he couldn't go too far." Natasha smiled. She was wearing a very glamorous makeup today, and when her red lips curled up, the corners of her eyes were sharper than a knife.

"Are you included in these 20,000 people?"

"I'm a senior agent; that's a different price."

"Hmm?"

"Seduction work costs extra." Natasha took two steps faster and walked in front of Schiller, then turned around and said: "How do you think I look today?"

"Who are you planning to seduce?"

"That's a long story."

"Then make it short."

"Tony Stark."

"Don't you think you're a bit wicked?" Schiller smiled and said: "You're planning to seduce him at his wedding."

"Is there a problem?" Natasha's expression could be described as vivid. She said: "I like the wedding scene. Even the most dissolute men will pretend to be chaste. Even if their eyes are already burning when they stare at me, they still don't dare to move. How interesting."

"Are you serious?" Schiller looked her up and down and then said: "I don't think you're the kind of person who would buy something a second time after giving it a bad review."

"I'm prepared to seduce Stark, but he can refuse." Natasha said: "If I use force, those 20,000 agents aren't just for show."

Schiller could hear her subtext. He said: "How do you hope he refuses?"

"Money can't solve all problems, but solving my little trouble is no problem."

"Just say it if the accounts can't be balanced."

Natasha rolled her eyes again, her shoulders drooping as if she had deflated. She gritted her teeth and said: "I must have owed that black guy in my last life. 20,000 people is already exaggerated enough. What should I use to fill the remaining three million plus in accounts?!"

"Only three million?" Schiller said with disdain: "Just act a bit moved later, and Tony will settle it for you directly."

"I mean my accounts are still short by over three million. Hill and Coulson have some too." Natasha sighed and said: "Even if all the 20,000 plus agents who came today were killed in action, it would be hard to fill."

"Nick is really bold." Schiller shook his head.

Now it was Natasha's turn to be a bit confused. She said: "Although this money is a lot for us, it shouldn't be enough to make you feel this way."

"I mean, it's really bold of him to leave the balancing of the accounts to you blockheads."

Natasha started gritting her teeth again.

"So what exactly is the situation with today's wedding?" Natasha turned around and walked backward, staring into Schiller's eyes, quite disbelievingly: "Do you really have the morality not to destroy a good friend's big life event? Can I hold a skeptical attitude toward this?"

"Of course you can, ma'am, but you should also believe that I also have the self-control to restrain my greed for them."

"This sentence sounds more like a fabrication than the last one." Natasha said very disapprovingly. She dropped her two arms and said: "Let's speak plainly. If you want to do something, take me with you, and by the way, let me balance the accounts. No need to listen to Nick's nagging. Count it as me owing you a favor."

"Your favor is so precious, ma'am. I am really grateful, but I really didn't plan to do anything." Schiller looked at Natasha with a smile.

Natasha's eyes became increasingly disapproving.

"Do you want me to do something?" Schiller asked tentatively.

Natasha opened her mouth, but finally said nothing. She sighed and said: "I can join, but I can't instigate, otherwise Tony will kill me."

"Aren't you afraid he'll kill me?"

"You? He knows too well what kind of person you are. Although I didn't really send 20,000 agents, he would definitely arrange 20,000 robots to ensure you don't plan to really cause trouble at his wedding."

Schiller looked left and right. The waiters were in a hurry, each with their own tasks and destinations, and it seemed that no one was paying attention to him and Natasha.

But he did see the cameras turning and the mechs in hidden corners that looked like they were used for decoration.

He turned his head back calmly and said: "Regardless, this is Tony's big life event, a day worth remembering. I don't want to ruin today."

"Right, you don't want to, but your actions and your thoughts rarely unify."

"That's a bit too offensive." Schiller evaluated: "Please allow me to politely point out that you are the same, ma'am."

"Then we are the same kind of people, so you should take me with you even more." Natasha hadn't given up yet. She said: "You definitely can't find anyone with a tighter mouth than me. I guarantee I'll leave once the accounts are balanced."

"If it were normal times, I would be very happy to have such a deal, but unfortunately, this time I didn't plan to do anything." Schiller spread his hands and said very innocently: "You found the wrong person, really."

Natasha stared at him without speaking.

They had already walked to the lobby on the first floor. Eddie, who was carrying photography equipment, walked over. He wasn't wearing his usual director's clothes but was in a suit and leather shoes like Schiller. He nodded to Natasha first, then looked at Schiller and said: "Give this to you."

He handed over a piece of paper. Schiller took it and found it was a layout map of the wedding scene. Schiller looked at Eddie with an inquiring gaze.

This was marked with red dots, all of which were camera positions. Eddie leaned over, reached out and pointed at the paper, and said: "The big red dots are camera positions with people, and the small red dots are camera positions without people."

Schiller continued to look at him with an inquiring gaze.

Eddie also looked at him for a few seconds, found that Schiller didn't speak, and had to explain further: "No matter what kind of trouble you want to cause, try not to block the camera positions. Some shots are hard to make up if they are missing."

Schiller continued to look at him with an inquiring gaze.

"Did you remember? If you remembered, give this map back to me." Eddie said: "Even if you have to block part of it, try not to block the ones with photographers. They will be deducted money if they can't get good shots."

"Who said I wanted to cause trouble?"

Eddie looked at him with slight disdain and left with the map.

"You still say you didn't want to cause trouble?" Natasha, who had been watching for a long time, said with her arms crossed: "It must be a big event, even the cameras can be blocked. Could it be that you used magic?"

"I didn't want to cause trouble."

"But you are prepared."

"No preparation."

"But you have a certain impulse."

"No impulse either."

"You had a moment of reverie."

Schiller couldn't help but tilt his head back and said: "You sound a bit like Shakespeare."

"I am a Soviet, you should say I sound like Pushkin."

Schiller sighed and said: "What exactly do you have to do to believe that I really didn't plan to do anything at Tony's wedding."

"Then it's the other you?" Natasha asked tentatively: "Which one is it? The one in the tower or the one in the abyss?"

"I don't want to explain anymore." Schiller shook his head, made an unreasonable expression, and walked forward quickly.

He hadn't walked a few steps before he bumped into an acquaintance. Star-Lord, wearing a suit, stood at the entrance of the lobby looking like a human.

"You're back?" Schiller stepped forward and greeted him.

Star-Lord turned around and saw Schiller, seemed startled, then nodded and said: "Yes, Rocket sent a message saying the groomsmen group was short of hands, so he asked me to come back to make up the numbers."

Then he stepped back half a step and said: "Of course, I can also undertake some security work."

"Did someone ask you to wait for me here? Who is it?"

Star-Lord looked at the sky and the ground.

Schiller walked past him and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Let him worry less. I won't take action on such an occasion."

"I think so too." Star-Lord nodded vigorously, followed Schiller, and said: "A person may only have one wedding in their life. Such a serious, solemn, and important occasion cannot be messed up."

"Or you'd better shut your mouth." Schiller walked all the way forward and had already seen the guests in the square.

Obadiah was the most conspicuous one. Schiller hadn't seen him for a long time. He looked slightly older than before, but his mental state was very good, which could be described as radiant.

Howard was in the center of the crowd. Although it was his son's wedding, he was also one of the guests, currently holding a drink sent by a waiter and exchanging pleasantries with the people beside him.

Maria was nowhere to be seen in the crowd. Schiller guessed that she might have gone to help the brides with their makeup.

Harry and Mary were also helping to welcome guests. Mary was wearing a very conservative dress today, completely unlike her style. Schiller knew that if it were only because old Osborn was coming, she wouldn't have wronged herself so much. It was mostly because she didn't want to steal the bride's limelight.

Sure enough, old Osborn was standing not far from Obadiah, also talking to a few people. His state was obviously not as good, looking quite old, and his mental state didn't look very good either. Schiller felt that he wouldn't live long.

After looking for a long time, Schiller finally saw an acquaintance in the crowd. He walked over and patted the other person on the shoulder, saying: "Dr. Connors, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

Connors turned around and saw it was Schiller, seemed very surprised, and said: "Oh, my God, Dr. Schiller, why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here." Schiller was also very confused. He was a friend of all the brides and grooms, why couldn't he appear here?

"Oh, no, I mean, I mean, I thought you would appear in front of us later."

"Why?"

Connors had an "you know" expression. Seeing Schiller not speaking, he had to explain: "Today is a very important day. Don't you plan to prepare some surprises or something? Like that kind of, uh, very surprising big surprise."

Schiller showed a disapproving expression.