Chapter 4722: X-Men: New Life (Part 3)

Quicksilver walked in carrying large and small bags. After putting the food on the table, he smiled and nodded at them: "Enjoy your meal, gentlemen. Call me if you have any questions."

"Wait a minute," Schiller stopped him, "Aren't you going to introduce the dishes?"

Quicksilver tilted his head, but still stayed behind. And when the packaging was opened, Schiller understood why Quicksilver was puzzled. Because this takeout was all fast food, and it looked like frozen pre-made dishes. It was the kind of frozen fried chicken wings that became a dish after being deep-fried again.

"Is this all there is?" Schiller asked.

Quicksilver was also a bit embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "Transporting supplies from outside is not very convenient. Frozen food lasts longer. Of course, we also know it's not good to let guests eat this, if you are not in a hurry, I can go to the mainland to buy some for you."

"Don't you have fresh meat and vegetables?" Peter asked with some confusion.

Quicksilver shook his head and said: "No, we all go outside to buy them. They are sent to the island by the cargo ships of the Hellfire Group. Krakoa's situation was not very good before, and there were not many places willing to sell us things, which led to no fresh food. It might be better later."

"Can't you grow them yourselves?" Schiller asked, looking up, "I saw a very flat piece of land on the east side of the island before, can't it be used to grow vegetables?"

Quicksilver seemed to be stunned by his question, as if the option of growing vegetables himself didn't exist in his brain at all. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but he didn't say it, and the people present could probably imagine it.

Most of the places where these mutants lived before didn't allow growing vegetables; not to mention in the West, not everyone in the East had fields. Not many people had courtyards, and the vast majority of mutants here had never grown anything themselves.

Moreover, they had too many problems to face after coming here; building houses, dealing with external crises, everyone knew it was a difficult time, and it was good enough to just make do with food, there were no higher requirements.

"According to what you said, we can indeed grow something." Quicksilver thought for a while and said, "But we don't really know how. The only plant I've raised was a cactus, and it died because I watered it too much. Rogue likes raising flowers, why don't I ask her?"

"It's not the same thing at all," Schiller sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll go see that piece of land tomorrow. Let's start by planting potatoes."

"By the way," he said again, "Can the fish in the lake be caught?"

Ma Te asked him in a low voice: "Didn't you say they were protected animals?"

"Protected animals are called protected animals by me."

"You want to eat fish?" Quicksilver thought for a while and said, "You can catch them, but are you sure you can beat them if you catch them?"

Schiller gave him a question mark with his expression. Quicksilver shrugged and said: "There are many magical creatures on this island. Most of the dangerous land creatures have been driven away by us, but the ones in the lake haven't. If you want to go fishing, remember to bring weapons."

Ma Te also touched his forehead helplessly. Most fish that could fight had little meat and many thorns, I'm afraid the fish meat eaten wasn't enough to consume the calories, so they could only taste the flavor.

"What about fruits? Are there no fruits on the trees?" Steve asked, "I saw bushes like raspberries when I came over. Have you tried picking them?"

"We were a bit busy some time ago," Quicksilver said a bit awkwardly, "I'll find someone to try tomorrow."

"It's okay, you guys do your work." Stark, who hadn't arrived long ago, waved his hand, "Anyway, we have nothing to do, we'll help you try."

"That's fine," Quicksilver said, "Because of things outside before, the construction of the island basically stopped, and it won't work if it goes on like this. We have to find a way to be self-sufficient here."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning." Steve said, "But as long as we get over this hurdle, everything will get better."

After Quicksilver left, everyone started eating; they didn't have much disgust for fast food, anyway, it was just to fill their stomachs. But this wine really made people vomit. Not to mention there was no ice, none of the wines tasted good. The beer was as light as water, the whiskey was spicy and throat-stinging, and the sweet wine had a taste of industrial essence. This wasn't them being picky, Ma Te and Peter usually bought the most ordinary ones from convenience stores, and they didn't know where the mutants bought so many bad-tasting wines.

The wine couldn't be drunk, and the long night had no intention of sleeping, so they had to lie in the beanbag sofas in the living room and chat.

"You just called him a mutant?" Charles said the doubt in his heart first. He was referring to when Strange called Schiller "Mr. Mutant" just now.

"Don't you know? He filled in his race as mutant in the employee roster of the Interstellar Council to explain his superpower that seems like mind-reading." Strange rolled his eyes.

Charles squirmed in the sofa, straightened up slightly, and then said: "But the race he registered in the Andromeda Galaxy is a magician."

The two looked at Schiller together. Schiller coughed twice, and then said: "Walking outside, identities are all given by oneself. It's mainly that I said I was a magician in the Interstellar Council, and I said I was a mutant in the Andromeda Galaxy, and you guys didn't agree either."

The two rolled their eyes and looked away together. Schiller waved his hand a bit perfunctorily afterwards and said: "Alright, alright, to tell you the truth, I was bitten by a spider."

Peter widened his eyes and looked at him: "Doctor, if you want to make it up, do it carefully. When does Spider-Man have mind-reading?"

"Isn't spider-sense about the same?"

"Sorry," Peter said, "Now the Spider-Army has also established a perfect identity household registration system, and I am the only Spider-Man registered in the central universe. I'm afraid you can't mix in, Doctor. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"I brought a spider, do you want to be bitten by it?"

Now it was Schiller's turn to widen his eyes: "You carry the spider that bit you with you?!"

"Of course not the one that bit me. It's actually a small pet used for communication by the Spider-Army." After speaking, Schiller watched Peter take out an orange baboon tarantula the size of an adult's palm from nowhere.

"It's still furry, quite cute, right?"

Schiller looked at the two chelicerae at the front of the tarantula, swallowed his saliva, turned his head to look at Ma Te: "Where did you learn martial arts?"

Steve lay on the sofa supporting his head and laughing while saying: "I still remember the address of the laboratory that injected me with the serum back then. I'll send it to you later. You can go and see if you can still catch up."

Everyone laughed. Stark stood up: "What mind-reading, that's all scientific theory of psychology. Don't listen to them, Schiller, science will always open its door to you."

"Sorry, I won't enter." Schiller also rolled his eyes and said, "If I were willing to admit that this skill is science that can be inherited and learned, I'm afraid I would have to stay in the office forever to do research and produce results."

"Speaking of which," Stark turned over in the sofa, "I saw them building something big on the bay side, what are they doing?"

"Of course, building a port," Schiller said, "For the convenience of logistics, and also to improve Krakoa's international status, they are going to build a large deep-water port."

Stark turned back, resting his arm on his head: "But that place is not very good. Although everyone feels that such a bay is most suitable for building a port, in fact, it's not the case. On the contrary, the other side with cliffs is better."

"Maybe they have their own considerations." Steve fiddled with the beer can, "Besides, it has already started, is it too late to say it now?"

"I will remind them," Stark said, "Mutants don't have much trouble building things, it's not too late to change now."

"I feel you just want to find a job for yourself." Schiller said.

Stark looked up at the ceiling and emptied his mind: "That's true. Since having little Morgan, I haven't been in the laboratory for a long time, sometimes I really miss the days of working without sleep or food."

"You're crazy." Ma Te evaluated objectively and briefly.

Stark's head didn't move, but his eyes turned to look at him. The resentment of the working person on Ma Te almost condensed into substance, he picked up the paper box next to him and threw it at Stark.

"Who would really miss the days of working without sleep or food? If there is, then he is probably really crazy."

"Schiller must support me." Stark went to look at Schiller again.

Schiller nodded and said: "When you work entirely out of passion, of course you will also miss it. Seriously, Ma Te, do you have to struggle with the lawyer profession?"

Ma Te sighed long. Strange spoke up to protect: "Don't give him ideas to change jobs. Who doesn't know that Murdock is now the ace lawyer for humans, we win repeatedly in the highest court of the galaxy, relying on Ma Te."

"Really?" Steve was a bit curious, "The legal disputes in interstellar society are harder to deal with, right? Can you really win repeatedly?"

"Of course. Those who are good at fighting don't know how to fight lawsuits like him, those who know how to fight lawsuits don't have his marksmanship, those whose marksmanship is accurate don't have his hard background, and those whose background is harder than him don't have my fighting skills."

Everyone immediately made a "I knew it" sound.

"Speaking of which," Steve frowned and poured a mouthful of beer, "The last trip I took before vacation, someone cut in line when going through the Libra Kree Empire portal. His main gun scratched the headlight of our starship. Because I was in a hurry to catch the road at the time, I didn't bother him, can this be won?"

"Which headlight? The main searchlight at the front, or the identification light below?" Stark asked.

"Just the main headlight on the side front. Not only was the shell scratched, but the laser generator inside is also not easy to use, and it hasn't been bright until now. However, because starships are in short supply, there is no time for factory maintenance, so I have to make do with it."

"Simply nonsense, the searchlight is broken, and you can still make do with it?" Stark also poured a mouthful of beer, wiped his mouth and said, "Which day you open into the dark star domain, how do you get out?"

"Human navigation." Steve didn't care at all, "Otherwise, what do you think the navigator is for, I don't know how many times I have gone off the ship to explore the road in front. And isn't there the main headlight? It's okay."

"I have a question." Peter raised his hand and said, "How can his main gun scratch your headlight? What kind of posture is this?"

"Originally lined up in two rows at the portal entrance," Steve was obviously full of fire, "He insisted on squeezing from the left row into the right row. It just so happened that the spaceship in front of me was an inverted triangle, leaving him a gap, so he squeezed in hard. It squeezed the right side of the gravity imbalance, the whole spaceship turned over, and the main gun port in front hit the lamp shell and broke it."

"Can fight." Ma Te, although full of resentment, was still realistic, "He is obviously changing lanes in violation of regulations. And the interstellar traffic law stipulates that the spaceship that first loses gravity balance bears the main responsibility, letting him pay twenty or thirty thousand general coins is not a problem."

"Can pay so much?" Steve was a bit surprised.

"He can't pay so much, but the inverted triangle spaceship in front also has to pay. This body shape is not applicable to level 2 and above large-scale portals, belonging to illegal crossing. Causing a traffic accident, he also has to bear responsibility. Adding the two together is about that much."

"Can't the inverted triangle work either?" Peter asked, "Maybe people just like this shape."

"Who would like an inverted triangle spaceship?" Stark muttered, "Space ray fish?"

"Space ray fish will fly by themselves," Steve said, "I have seen it in the Antares Nebula, people don't need spaceships. And they obey traffic rules better than most people... most fish..."

Increasingly whimsical dream talk disappeared into the night of Krakoa. The gently swaying treetops stirred the silent moonlight. The wind rose suddenly at night, and a storm set off on the boundless sea, but this small island remained motionless, only letting the sound of rain add a few more damp and blurred good dreams to the slumber. As soon as I got up, I sank into the sky full of rain with misty mountains and lush green. ===== CHAPTER 4723 =====