Chapter 4721: X-Men: New Life (Part 2)

Another morning in Krakoa, the air was filled with moist mist. The outlines of the fairy-tale-like houses, which had become more lush than before, could gradually form a landscape; the vines on the stone steps had been cleared away, but they still looked very simple and ancient. Continuing along the winding path cleared from the raspberry bushes, coming to the small waterfall, one could see the door covered with glowing lantern fruits from the dappled light and shadow of the trees. Walking a few dozen more steps, it suddenly opened up.

Schiller stood up from the swing in the courtyard, walked over and hugged Charles, and said: "You came very quickly. Are the children all okay?"

"Thank goodness. Wanda took them to the base in Battleworld; there are about fifty of their mothers there now, each with rich parenting experience. It's just that I don't know if the walls of Battleworld are strong enough to stop them from running out."

"It has already been reinforced." Schiller said with a smile, "Reed and Franklin haven't 'stumbled in' for a few days, which shows that the reinforcement work has been very effective."

Schiller led them inside, and Charles marveled: "This island is really beautiful, much better than the island we found before."

"Have you found this island before too?"

Charles shook his head and said: "We have never found such a beautiful one. We have indeed discovered living islands, but they were filled with miasma and wild beasts, and transforming them was equivalent to leveling them, so we gave up."

"Sounds like there are quite a few living islands?"

"Yes," Erik spoke up, "To be precise, they are a population. What kind you encounter depends on luck. It shouldn't be that all mutants can encounter such a beautiful one."

"We must look for it carefully when we go back." Charles looked at those towering trees, not hiding the envy in his tone, "I have long been displeased with the capital floating island of the Andromeda Galaxy; if we could find a beautiful living island on Earth and take it there, it would be great."

"'Illegal transfer of Earth assets crime'—I must remind you, Charles," Erik pointed out, "The act revised last month already forbids any existence with space-faring capabilities from taking anything from Earth when leaving. Let alone a living island, don't even think about taking a blade of grass, unless you want our Speaker to scold you painfully with the galaxy broadcast."

"I hate that broadcast," Charles frowned deeply, "It rings in my ears every day, just saying useless nonsense."

"If it weren't for broadcasting nonsense, there would be no need to have a galaxy broadcast. What do you expect us to disclose to the whole galaxy? Government secrets?" Strange's figure appeared on the other side of the courtyard.

"I really didn't expect you to think your government still has secrets." Charles sneered, "Mutants can probably know what you are going to do tomorrow twelve hours earlier than you."

"You actually think my work is a secret?" Strange said, seemingly shocked, "Then you should go to the garbage dump near your house more often; I suppose the process of the garbage truck dumping garbage would definitely make you gain a lot."

Schiller laughed, and Strange glared at him: "What are you laughing at? You are the one who really leaks secrets."

"Sorry, but your cloak being alive is not a secret. I just sent the scream you made when you were slapped by your own cloak to the work group, it was just an unintentional act."

"Thanks a lot, Mr. Mutant!" Strange said irritably.

Charles looked at Schiller with some curiosity, and Schiller turned his gaze away, which meant he was hiding something. But Charles didn't pursue it; anyway, everyone would be here soon.

They came to their accommodation—in that row of small houses. They were assigned the suite on the far left; after pushing it open, there was an oval hall as spacious as a cave. The dining room was in the innermost part, while the sunken reception area was closer to the outside, with a huge stove in the middle, and the chimney went straight to the ceiling. Next to the stove were carpets, coffee tables, and soft beanbag sofas.

All the furniture was wooden, and one could even see the traces of manual carving. The tense situation did not stop the mutants' love for life; the pillars of the walls and the corners of the tables were all carved with the totem patterns of Krakoa. The room was filled with various plants, and even the chimney was hung with drooping vines and flowers at different heights.

"Wonderful." Charles sighed again, "After leaving Earth for too long, one will miss such lush scenery. I should have moved a few more pots of flowers to the office in the Andromeda Galaxy before the act took effect."

Even Erik stared at the ceiling for a long time; there were murals on the ceiling, but they were not realistic oil paintings, but traces like children's graffiti, but they were murals with stories. A group of little people dancing around a big tree, little people sharing food, and little people building houses and decorating windows.

Just when Erik was staring intently, a branch on the ceiling waved at him. Erik raised his eyebrows imperceptibly; it seemed that the consciousness of this living island was very active.

"So what should we do?" Charles threw himself into one of the sofas, first lying in it with his hands spread out, then turned over and lay on his side, supporting his head with his elbow. Because it was a young face now, such a lively state was not out of place. They were all living more and more like their younger selves.

"Nothing," Schiller said, "I told you, I just invited you to travel. What do you usually do when you travel?"

Charles was really stumped by the question; he stood there thinking for a long time, like a stuck frame of animation. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said: "My last trip was probably 50 years ago, maybe even longer. I remember at that time, cars were still running on the ground, and there were no portals. We had to take a car to the station first, buy a paper ticket, and then go to wait for the train..."

After speaking, he looked at Erik again, just in time to catch Erik sitting into the beanbag sofa and almost spraining his waist because it was too soft. It was less like sitting in, and more like falling in.

Charles tried hard not to laugh, cleared his throat and said: "Have we traveled together, Erik?"

"Haven't we always been traveling together?"

"Um! Cough!" Strange seemed to want to trigger an earthquake with his coughing sound.

Erik also showed a look of memory and contemplation, and said: "... My last trip was moving the whole family into a concentration camp."

"Then you can finally travel together," Schiller said, "But what to do is indeed a problem. But it's nothing more than those few things, eating some local specialties, enjoying beautiful scenery, and finally taking photos as souvenirs. Which one do you want to experience first?"

"Let's eat first, when can they arrive?" Charles asked.

"Probably still have to wait a while." Schiller said.

They waited here for a while, and didn't do anything else, just chatting. In such a leisurely and relaxing moment, work should certainly not be mentioned, but just the family trifles that happened during this period were enough to chat about.

Wanda successfully got a promotion because the Central Hospital of the Ara Council was built, and as soon as she went to apply, she was promoted to head nurse. And for safety reasons, the medical staff in the hospital only used local people from the galaxy, most of whom were members of the Nine Realms, so there was no discomfort.

Logically speaking, such a hospital shouldn't have too many patients, but in fact, it was the complete opposite. Because this hospital was open to the entire galaxy, there were quite a few patients who came from the Nine Realms, and the emergency department had long queues every day. Wanda was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, and it was fortunate that she was the Scarlet Witch and could use the Scarlet Power to solve some physical problems; otherwise, she would probably be too busy to have any rest time.

Fortunately, the children were gradually growing up, doing all sorts of things every day, and didn't rely on their parents so much. For the safety of the star capital, Battleworld took on the responsibility, allowing minors to enter the base; although they were not allowed to enter the game yet, they could already meet the counterparts of their guardians. And most Scarlet Witches liked children very much.

Strange's topic couldn't get away from the Interstellar Council and the Magic Academy. Mentioning the Magic Academy, there was another important matter, which was that the second movie was finally about to start filming, and it was currently in the intense preparation stage.

And Schiller inevitably talked about the previous dungeon, vividly describing the outrageous things done by those few people during the escape, and read a few comments, successfully triggering widespread complaints.

Chatting like this, soon, they received news that other companions had arrived. Not many people came this time; all S. H. I. E. L. D. agents were busy, they were busy maintaining security in the Southern Cross. Scientists basically didn't come either; now Earth had entered the era of starship dumplings, starships were being built one after another, basically each one had technological innovation, and most scientists were busy with their own things. Of course, Peter still came, because he was Spider-Man recently.

And the reason he went to be Spider-Man when scientists were so busy was because Spider-Man was busier. Spider-Man was the first to unite among all counterparts, and now they were busy helping Spider-Men from other universes drive away the Inheritors. They encountered a tricky hard nut to crack in a certain universe, just finished a hard battle, but might still need to take action later, so Peter could come out to relax during the break.

Steve also came; after there were more starships, there were more navigators, and he could finally take a vacation in shifts. However, because Agent Carter was too busy and Thomas was taken out to play, there was no one at home, so he came out to travel.

In addition, the long-lost Daredevil Ma Te finally had time. Before, moving, changing communities, changing schools, he was worried about the child's education, and finally changed to one he was satisfied with recently. Taking advantage of Elektra taking the child back to Europe to visit relatives, he could also come out to relax.

There were only a few people, fortunately everyone was busy for a long time, and finally ushered in a long-lost rest, and everyone enjoyed the leisurely time of the holiday. And Krakoa did not let them down.

Steve shouted as soon as he walked in: "Tony posted photos on social media for three consecutive days, and the caption was still selling suspense, not saying where it was. I thought he was bragging again, but I didn't expect this place to be really good, how did so many big trees grow?"

Ma Te poked Schiller with his elbow when he sat down: "I saw fish in the lake next to it when I came over. Do you have any ideas?"

"Forget it, this is a nature reserve, anything that breathes is a protected animal. Better prepare to eat."

Schiller took out his phone—there was a signal on the island, but it was a local area network, completely disconnected from the outside world, but it could be used to order food. However, the ordering program was not very mature, and specific dishes could not be seen, so he had to call to communicate, let them send whatever they had, and looked at the door expectantly when the takeout arrived. ===== CHAPTER 4722 =====