Chapter 4723: X-Men: New Life (Part 4)

Schiller was still the earliest to get up, the storm in the middle of the night, not only did not disturb his sleep, but made him have no dreams all night. He felt refreshed when he got up in the morning. When he pushed open the window, only the drizzling rain was still falling, and the rainwater dripped along the veins of the broad-leaved plants. A rich coffee aroma came from outside the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Coffee." Stark yawned, and picked up a blanket from the sofa. He sat into the sofa, preparing for a nap. However, soon, Ma Te's video call sound woke him up.

"Look, little Jack, did you see your Uncle Steve?" Ma Te brought his mobile phone over and filmed Steve in. Steve smiled and greeted the person on the other end of the phone, but soon reacted: "Where did you get the signal?"

"No signal, this is Battleworld communication. Elektra took the child to Battleworld, and her counterparts are teasing him."

"How could I forget." Steve patted his forehead and said, "Little Thomas should also have been taken to Battleworld. Fortunately, he went to the Scarlet Witch, otherwise I would have to worry about the safety of other superheroes."

"Has his mutant ability stabilized?" Ma Te asked with some curiosity.

"Not quite stable yet. The data of dark matter in the place where he is will always change. It can probably piss off a dozen scientists."

"Scientists are not that fragile." Stark muttered. He squinted there for a while, then stood up to make coffee, Steve said: "I made it for you. You..."

"I'm not used to drinking what you make." Stark just opened his mouth and said such a sentence, Steve pressed his shoulder with his hand. Nano-armor covered half of his body with a 'swish'. Stark moved, but didn't move; moved again, still didn't move.

"Please." Stark said, "Don't look for trouble with me early in the morning, okay? The coffee you make is the best, okay?"

Steve then let go of his hand. Ma Te laughed uncontrollably. He shook his head, hugged his arms and stood next to Steve, and said in a low voice: "When will he give up provoking you?"

"He will try to provoke anyone." Steve said, "He is like this in the morning."

Steve was right. Because the next person to come to the living room was Strange. When the two of them met, it was more than just dry wood and fire, they argued for more than eighty sentences in the time it took to make a cup of coffee. Starting with the dispute between technology and magic, ending with who goes to get the milk foam ball first.

Peter was the one who couldn't get up the most among them. If it weren't for promising to go see the fields together last night, he would definitely still be asleep now. When he walked out, he had a messy head of hair, wearing a brown-red turtleneck sweater that was still considered slim-fitting, wearing a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, looking just like a college student who had stayed up all night.

He walked through the living room like a wandering soul, and fell into the beanbag sofa with his head down. He fell asleep in less than a second, until he smelled the rich aroma of pizza. Stark was holding a piece of pizza with cheese pulling, shaking it above his nose.

Peter didn't even open his eyes, opened his mouth and bit up. Stark didn't mean to tease him, and directly stuffed the pizza into his mouth. Peter curled up on the sofa like a hamster with bulging cheeks, chewing while sleeping.

"I brought the map of Krakoa." Although Steve didn't get up as early as Schiller, he did the most serious work. He said, "The mutant who is good at translation told me that some places in Krakoa are not developed and are a bit dangerous. But the places we are going to today are basically developed."

"This plain is what Schiller said, more suitable for farming. The map shows that this is a basin, it should be relatively suitable for planting. As for the pier that Tony said, they seem to have built it there for aesthetic needs. Although I don't think it's very aesthetic."

"What about that lake?" Ma Te leaned over and asked, "I'm really curious about what kind of creatures are in the lake. I have to go fishing."

They finished their breakfast of fast food, drank a cup of coffee that was considered palatable, put on raincoats and rain boots, took their respective tools, and set off for their destination.

"Professor! Professor! Professor Xavier!" Cyclops stood in front of a dilapidated building and shouted inside, "Come out, Professor. Please, I know you are inside. We need to talk."

After a while, a figure wearing a helmet appeared at the corner. Cyclops took a deep breath, and then said: "Professor, I really didn't want to help Gabriel fight for power. My starting point has always been mutants. I hope you can believe this."

Cyclops's voice was hoarse and his tone was choked. His breathing was also very rapid, obviously sad to the extreme, just holding on. Professor X said: "I believe you think so. However, is the object you chose really correct? Scott, you have always been a very smart student. Can Gabriel really let go of his hatred for us so easily and become a close brother with you again, you should be able to imagine, right?"

"I can, Professor, I can." Cyclops finally cried out, "But he is also a victim. He was kidnapped to the Shi'ar Empire and suffered inhuman torture here. After finally returning to Earth, he was abandoned by us. I really can't help but feel guilty toward him..."

"I can solve your guilt." Professor X said, "Just like before. Come here, child. Come home with me..."

Cyclops walked toward Professor X staggeringly; when he collapsed, he just wanted to run into the arms of his most familiar teacher. But just then, a scorching laser swept over, and instantly, several Shi'ar Empire Royal Guard spaceships broke through the glass and flew into the building. The main guns fired in a crossfire, almost shattering everything here.

Cyclops looked at Professor X, whose chest was pierced, in disbelief. He finally collapsed completely and let out a scream: "NO!!!!!!!!!!"

"No, Peter, don't do that." Schiller stopped Peter, who was trying to help the plants lying on the ground. He said, "If we are going to plow the land later, just plow these things on the ground into it. This can make the soil more nutritious."

Peter nodded. He looked around; this was actually a fairly large plain, even a bit endless. But in fact, when they came down just now, they walked down from the mountain path for a long time, which proved that this was indeed a basin.

For ordinary farming, basins have pros and cons. However, for mutants, the terrain doesn't matter, it doesn't even have to be flat land. But a plain does save some effort.

"I'll teach you how to plant potatoes, Peter." Schiller was full of interest, "Do you know how to plant potatoes?"

"Uh, take a potato and bury it?" Peter tried to imagine, but obviously very lacking, he said, "My imagination for all planting industries basically stays at the level of digging a hole, putting seeds in, and watering them."

"Actually, that's not wrong." Schiller said, "Most of them are such processes, but the process of land reclamation and seedling cultivation is different. Potato seedling cultivation uses stems and tubers. First, we have to cut the potatoes..."

Schiller really started to talk, and Peter listened quite seriously. After talking for a while, Schiller stopped, looked at Peter and said: "Don't you feel bored? After all, this knowledge is generally not used."

"Who said that?" Peter said, "Doctor, you absolutely cannot imagine that one of my life goals is to eat a plate of Creation Fries. Creation Fries means that everything from the potato is planted by myself. The whole plate of fries belongs entirely to my own labor results."

Schiller laughed: "Great. Then I should want to eat a Creation Grilled Fish."

"We'll go fishing later." Peter said, "Although Ma Te has already gone, he should still be baiting now. When the fish school reaches the time to float, we will go over."

"He will blame you for picking up ready-made ones again." Schiller curled his lips and said, "Last time he baited there for more than two hours, and there was no fish. I went to fish next to him and caught one, and he blamed me for grabbing his fish."

"Then later, did he catch it?"

"Of course not one, otherwise I wouldn't take it out to say." Schiller shook his head and said, "He even grabbed the one I caught, insisting on giving Elektra an explanation."

The two laughed and started cutting potatoes, don't ask where the potatoes came from. Gray Mist has a whole seed bank, all of which are edible fruits. Simply put, it's that too much food is hoarded, and it's not impossible to take some things out to plant.

Halfway through the work, Schiller took out an apple and handed it to Peter. Peter didn't think much, so he took it and took a bite. It wasn't until he finished half of it that he remembered to ask: "Where did the apple come from?"

He looked around, didn't find any apple trees. He looked down at the apple in his hand again—it looked like an apple, tasted like an apple, and seemed to be an apple. Where did this come from?

"I brought it." Schiller said, "Don't tell anyone you ate it secretly, otherwise it will look like we are doing something special in front of the mutants. People are in a difficult time, and we can't use this way to show off."

"Can't you share some with them?" Peter asked, "Of course I know you must have brought a lot, it's definitely enough to eat."

"If I share with them, they will eat." Schiller said irritably, "I really don't know what these people are thinking, occupying such a large island, and not farming for such a long time. They just plan to sit and eat until the mountain is empty, then why do they want this island?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Also, if you eat fast food transported by cold chain, you can eat it anywhere. Renting a building is also fine, wanting a fixed territory, isn't it to reclaim land for agriculture and industry?"

"They still have too much to learn." Schiller shook his head and said, "I hope Charles and Erik can teach them some."

Sebastian was having a headache in the laboratory of the Central Royal Court. The two major leaders of the mutants had been away for a long time, and there were a lot of troubles in building the pier. No one could make a decision, and he didn't dare to decide on his own. The longer it dragged on, the less hope there was, and seeing that the money in his hand was about to fly, he was anxious and spinning around.

Just then, he heard a movement at the door, Sebastian hurried over, because it sounded a bit like Magneto's voice. As soon as he pushed the door open, the one outside was indeed Magneto. But it was the all-black version of Magneto.

"How did you..." Sebastian looked him over, "I mean, sometimes it's not bad to change back to the classic style."

"Hmm." Erik gave him a nasal sound. He didn't like Sebastian; in the central universe, this guy's Hellfire Club didn't do much during the land reclamation, but they shouted very loudly. It took some effort to clean them up.

Sebastian was a complete wall-grass and villain, doing everything regardless of interests, going against most idealists. Many mutants didn't like him. But he also had self-knowledge, not going up to those who didn't like him.

Erik sat down and took off his helmet. Sebastian didn't look over there originally, but when he glanced at it, he was stunned—why is this Magneto so young?????? ===== CHAPTER 4724 =====