Marvel's Planeswalkers

"Who's eavesdropping?"

Ruolinton slammed the table with an unfriendly look on his face.

Has the Navy Headquarters been converted into a convenient square? How can anyone come in to visit?

What about the guards downstairs? Are they just for show or are they blind? Or are they too bored on a rainy day and went home early to warm up their quilts?

Is it difficult to report?

What if the visitor is like Sparrow, a guy who doesn't want to see the light. Isn't that a trap?

While Ruolinton was guessing, the door was pushed open and a slightly short man with fair and smooth skin walked in.

Ruolinton dared to swear to the candlestick that he didn't know the other person.

But it's not difficult to see from the other person's dress that this guy might be from the empire.

Well, he's still a noble.

This is good. He was caught by a noble when he was secretly meeting a pirate. The scene was so embarrassing.

Ruolinton, who had a premonition that he was about to be "retired", felt depressed and his face was as black as ink dripping out.

Don't even think about killing someone to silence him. The fact that he could quietly walk into the commander's office shows that he is not a soft persimmon.

He can't squeeze him anyway.

If he doesn't kill someone to silence him, what a bright future he had.

It feels so unfair. He's going to lose a lot of money.

Rorington, who was about to have a myocardial infarction, picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp like drinking wine, and then slammed the teacup heavily on the desk:

Damn, it's all the patrol soldiers' fault. If they had been more careful, there wouldn't be so many things to decide. I'll just shoot these bastards who neglected their duties a hundred times.

On the side, Sparrow saw that it was an acquaintance who pushed the door in, and his whole body froze. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the brand on his right hand, and said sarcastically: "Oh, why does your voice sound so familiar? It's you. It's been a long time since we last met, Mr. Beckett,"

"Lord, please call me Lord,"

Becket pointed to the wig on his head, indicating that he wore the wig not to keep warm, but because he had successfully entered the upper class and was a true aristocrat.

Tsk, wearing a wig makes you aristocrat? Then what does it mean if I wear diapers? Am I a minor?

Sparrow curled his lips and glanced at the line of musketeers outside the office.

Don't ask, these big-headed soldiers are definitely Beckett's thugs.

Feeling that it would be difficult to escape from the main entrance, Sparrow thought for a moment, holding a bottle of wine, twisting his charming waist, and walked to the window sill. He leaned over to check the height, calculating whether jumping off the building would be exciting, and introduced it to Ruolinton:

"This newly promoted noble gentleman works for the East India Company, a veritable lackey. Just a reminder, this guy is not in the same system as you, so you can put your heart at ease and eat and drink as you should."

"Besides, this handsome guy and I once had a memorable friendship, the kind that left indelible marks on each other."

Speaking of this, Sparrow sat down on the windowsill, looked at Beckett affectionately, and said, "Dear, for my sake, don't bother Ruolinton, okay?"

Beckett hadn't said anything before Ruolinton took a breath of cold air: Hiss~ Oh my goodness.

I didn't expect that the seemingly innocent Beckett would like this.

Your circle is really messy.

What was even more unexpected was that the seemingly sloppy Sparrow actually had such an unknown love secret history.

Who would dare to believe it if I told them?

Especially this secret history is a love drama between two men.

This, this, this, is even more exciting than sitting in the theater to watch a play.

However,

Ruolinton had a small question.

How did two men leave marks on each other? Did they tattoo each other's names on their chests or on their secret lower bodies?

I was very curious. Ruolinton, who was so excited about the gossip, felt that his chest was almost burnt. His eyes were like X-rays, looking back and forth between Sparrow and Beckett, looking for the secret and moving evidence of their love.

Beckett knew that Sparrow was distorting the facts and throwing dirty water on him, which made him very angry.

However, his own family knew his own abilities, and he, with his poor martial arts, could not beat Sparrow at all.

There was nothing he could do.

Beckett narrowed his sharp eyes, as if he was going to cut Sparrow into pieces with his eyes.

As for explaining the reason to Ruolinton, forget it. Some things are just demonstrations, and they can't be explained clearly.

Besides, the past between him and Sparrow is too painful to look back on.

It's all tears if you talk too much.

"Huff~Huff~"

Beckett, who tried his best to suppress his temper, took a few deep breaths, and when he calmed down a little, he pointed at Sparrow with his chin and ordered the soldiers arrogantly: "Catch him"

After a pause, Beckett, who was going to make Sparrow unable to live or die for the rest of his life, gritted his teeth and added: "Catch him alive"

"Bye bye" Sparrow had expected this, and threw the bottle at the soldier, waved goodbye to Beckett, and then turned over and jumped off the window sill.

As for whether jumping off the building would kill you, the immortal body knows.

Anyway, you won't die, so you can have fun.

Moreover, since he became immortal, Sparrow said that his waist and legs did not hurt, and he went up to the 8th floor in one breath without taking a breath.

I went to Ruolinton and was frightened by Sparrow's bravery. Then I walked briskly to the window sill to find "Sparrow's meat sauce" and said in admiration: "Mr. Beckett, your man is so wild. He dared to jump down. Did he think that love is not worth lingering on, and would rather die than go back to his lover, or did he make up his mind that you will take care of him for the rest of his life when he can't take care of himself?"

Becket was so angry that he trembled.

If I weren't worried about the aristocratic demeanor, I would really want to point my finger at Ruolington and scold him: Damn it, please explain what 'your man' means.

Ruolington, who was outspoken, brushed aside the soldier who was trying to suppress his laughter. Realizing that he had caused trouble, he smiled and gave Beckett an apologetic look.

Originally, underground affairs were kept hidden from the light, but this time it was great, when someone said it, everyone present knew about it.

It is estimated that in a few days, the emperor will go crazy with rumors that Beckett is male, loves male, and

By the way, is Beckett married? If so, there might be a fire in the backyard.

I guess if I didn't spend three to five hundred taels of silver to comfort 'Mrs. Beckett', the fire in the backyard would never be extinguished.

"Ah?!."

Suddenly, Ruolington rubbed his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, pointed at the looming figure in the mist, and said incredulously: "Lord Beckett, your man is not, Sparrow is still alive, and he is alive and kicking."

"Impossible," Beckett retorted without thinking, but her feet didn't obey her orders and she walked towards the window sill.

The window sill overlooking the panoramic view of Port Royal is probably high enough for a patient with acrophobia to lie directly in the ICU emergency room after just one glance.

In his impression, although Sparrow was not afraid of heights, in the final analysis, a cunning fox was just an ordinary person, so there was no reason why he could not fall to his death.

If life is really tough, it would be reasonable to break a leg.

Can.

Beckett stared blankly at Sparrow, who not only did nothing wrong, but actually blew him a kiss.

When Sparrow's figure disappeared into the mist, Beckett slapped himself.

"Pa~"

Hiss~ It hurts

Beckett rubbed his swollen cheeks and fell into confusion: It hurts, which means it was not a dream. But what happened just now? Sparrow evolves into Superman? There's no reason, it's unscientific.

When Ruolington saw that Beckett was regretting himself for not being able to talk to Sparrow at night, he quietly distanced himself from Beckett:

He also said he was not your man and even blew me a kiss. Did he have to be caught in bed before he would admit it? Noble, haha, if you dare to do it but don’t admit it, I despise you.

Also, I remind you, I am not your cup of tea, so don’t get into my bowl.

Beckett, who understood what Ruolington wanted to express, only felt pain in his liver: Madan, it’s endless, isn’t it?

"Cough~cough~"

Beckett coughed dryly, skipped the sensitive topic, took out a document from his arms and handed it to Ruolington, and said seriously: "This is the arrest warrant issued by the Queen."

As he spoke, Beckett glanced at the soldiers behind him.

The soldier said nothing, silently took out the shackles and stood behind Ruolin.

"The crime is" Ruolington didn't even look at the arrest warrant and said thoughtfully: "Impersonating the Queen's name and forging a pardon?"

"Yeah," Beckett shrugged.

Ruolington smiled slightly, sat back at his desk, and poured tea calmly, saying: "First, you can't have evidence about the amnesty order. Second, in addition to the arrest warrant, you also have one in your arms." The Queen’s Pardon”

After making two cups of tea, Ruolington stretched out his hand to invite Beckett to sit down and talk slowly. He smiled and said, "Don't doubt why I guessed this. It's very simple. The Ruolington family has a lot of influence in the UK. "False accusations without even evidence can't put me in jail. Secondly, the gadgets I sent to my hometown have been signed for, right?"

Beckett nodded and said: "If the gadget you are referring to is a magic prop, I can tell you clearly that it was indeed signed for. It's a pity. The confidentiality work is not in place. Now many senior officials know about it."

Give way? House thief? Ruolington was silent for a while and continued: "Unless the patriarch is kicked in the head by a donkey, he will not give up the opportunity of the family's rise for the queen. And I, as the bridge between the family and the mage, do you think the value of my existence is You mean just give up?”

At the end of the sentence, Ruolington typed the arrest warrant and said firmly:

"So I guess there is an amnesty order behind this arrest warrant. Its purpose is probably that the Queen guessed that I knew a 'wild' mage and wanted to force me to make a connection and make him loyal to the royal family."

After a pause, Ruolington stared directly at Beckett and said in a low voice: "Perhaps you and the East India Company behind you guessed that I still have a batch of magic props on hand, and want to use an arrest warrant to force me to hand it over, or else Or you want to bypass me and talk to the Master directly."

Beckett's face gradually stiffened.

The color of my underwear is clearly visible, so how can I play with it?

After thinking for a long time, Beckett took out a few documents from his arms and said, "Let's talk openly and honestly."

"This one is your amnesty order. This one is an unsigned amnesty order. You can rest assured to write it on the reward order. The last one is a 'private plundering license', which is also unsigned."

Ruolington glanced at the 'private plundering permit' and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's simple. I want to meet this 'wild' mage."

Beckett said in a tone that could not be refused.