Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Old Stan, this is a person who has a great influence on Merlin's life.

When he was at a loss because of the power of demons, it was Stan who gave him the direction to go. Although the old man's persuasion was regarded as self-help at the time, it did not prevent him from becoming the leader of Merlin's heroic path.

And after a lapse of 10 years, the two met again. Old Stan is still a quip cartoonist, and Merlin has already experienced too many things.

On his face, you can still see the imprint of the youthful time, but the calm and obscure temperament that appeared around him seems to prove that he has become a big person.

He will eventually do something big, which is for sure.

In the slightly narrow box of the Mick Hall, Merlin and Old Stan were sitting opposite. The table between the two was filled with snacks and drinks, like the scene of a reunion of old friends.

"After you left, I returned to the east coast. A few months later, a guy named Nick Fury knocked on my door in the middle of the night. Frankly speaking, it was really not a sensation. Rest assured."

Old Stan sat on the sofa and said to Merlin:

"He has a lot of information and forced me to say something about you."

"Did you say that?"

Merlin asked with a slight smile.

"Of course I said."

The old man shrugged, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes:

"7 points are true and 3 points are false. I'm a man who draws comics. It's a little ridiculous to compile a story that is logical, but it's not difficult for me.

"Ok."

Merlin twisted a fried golden crispy fries with his fingers, dipped in the black pepper powder at hand, put it in his mouth, chewed, and said:

"But Fury still found me. He is a person who is very good at integrating clues together. He spent 2 years looking for my traces in the whole North America, and finally pulled me into his department. ."

"I am now a public official, an agent."

Merlin said to Stan:

"Fery is my boss."

"Cool!"

There was a ray of interest in the old man's eyes. He picked up the paper and pen at hand. He couldn't wait to say:

"Tell me something, the stories you have experienced over the years, er, I know you have some things like confidentiality regulations, pick something you can talk about."

"Let me think about it."

Merlin quickly recalled those things in the past. He thought about it. It seemed that most things could not tell Old Stan. He was just an ordinary person after all. Magic, Titan, things like mechanical civilization involve secrets, it seems that only the alien invasion at the end of 1994 can be described.

"Well, do you remember the alien incident that was in full swing in late 1994 and early 95?"

Merlin picked up the watermelon juice with ice and put a habit into the glass. He said to Stan:

"You should have seen it with your own eyes, right?"

"of course."

Old Stan reached out and pushed his dark red sunglasses. He said to Merlin:

"That day I was thinking about new comics in my studio. As a result, I heard noisy screams on the street. I stood up and walked to the window, and I saw the black things floating in the sky... I was scared Broken, I took out the pistol in the drawer, but I didn’t know how to protect me with that gadget. I thought it was the end of the world, so I spent tens of minutes writing a suicide note."

"But then, everything became calm again."

The old man said with regret:

"I was looking forward to seeing the big green-skinned aliens."

"Uh, they are not green skin, and their heads are not big."

Merlin corrected:

"They are called Cree, they belong to the Cree Empire on the edge of the Southern Milky Way. They have blue skin, similar in appearance to us humans, but taller and more robust. There are nobles in their civilization, and it seems that the division of social classes It is also related to the bloodline. Some Kerry nobles have the same skin color as us, you may not know it, but we did capture several Krees in that battle, including a noble."

Merlin held out his finger, pointed to the sky, and pointed to himself. He said:

"The captive was captured by my own hands. When the missiles landed on the earth, I was tens of thousands of meters above the ground, fighting the Kerry hybrids, among the stars in space."

"Cool!"

Old Stan exclaimed with emotion, he quickly recorded on the paper with a pen, while asking:

"I heard they have a fleet? How did you defeat them? Also, I saw a blonde woman flying in the air that day. Who is she? Is it a superhero? Do you know her?"

"With the help of many people, mutants, and another group of aliens, we played very hard, but in the end it was a fluke. As for her... well, she is a hero."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he said softly:

"I can't tell you her name, but our internal codename for her is "Captain Marvel". You may use this name."

"team leader?"

Old Stanmore held his chin, he said:

"It reminds me of Steve, but she looks much better than Steve, at least Steve can't fly in my memory. And listening to your tone, you seem to have a good relationship with her? Do you have Have a relationship? Tell me, I can’t wait to hear this story."

"Your imagination is too rich, Stan."

Merlin said with a smile:

"I have nothing special to do with her. She was born free, but she was brought back to their empire by the Cree in an accident. In the next few years, she was washed away from her memory. She has always been an elite of the Cree. The warrior fought in the galaxy, and later she recovered her memory and stood on our side. What should I say? I had a little contact with her, but she has now returned to the stars..."

"So you still miss her?"

Old Stan stared at Merlin brightly, he said:

"When you talk about her, the tenderness in your voice can't be concealed from me. When I was young, it was also a wanderer. You know, these things are always concealed by the old man, who always can Guess everything."

"Uh, okay."

Facing the question from Old Stan, Merlin shook his head helplessly. He said:

"It is true that we have had short-term feelings, but to be honest, I don't know how to deal with this story that has been passed for more than 5 years now. I think I'm stuck inside."

"You should probably learn to let go."

The old man wrote to Merlin while writing pictures on his notebook:

"The results of a long-distance relationship are often not very good, not to mention that the distance between you is too far away, whether it is from the earth to the stars, or the lives of two people, they are separated by light years. I admit, and a superhero I can’t imagine the feeling of being in love, but it’s definitely not perfect.”

"I mean, are you a human, or is it better to find a human girlfriend, at least two people can understand each other."

"I know."

Merlin took a sip of watermelon juice. He said sadly:

"I'm also trying to get rid of that influence, but the problem is that there are too few women around me. Some people say that my communication circle is too narrow."

"The secret worker, understandable."

Old Stan raised his head and looked at Merlin. He smiled gently and understandingly. He said:

"You have too many secrets to protect. You will always keep a distance from people who want to be close to you. With this method, it is difficult for you to accept a strange woman into your life."

"You need to stay sensible all the time, but the more love you have, the more troublesome it is."

Talking, the old man touched his nose, he said:

"I know some young, lively, beautiful and passionate young girls, but the difference between you and them is too great. Occasionally, it is not a problem to play, but if you really find a companion, they will definitely not suitable."

"Ok."

Merlin nodded, believing the old Stan's statement.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and said to Old Stan:

"Don't always talk about my things, what about you? Stan, have you experienced anything interesting in these years?"

"I'm an old man almost 70 years old, Merlin."

Stan pointed to his head and said to Merlin:

"My life has stayed the same, and it's hard to repay the story as good as yours, but speaking of it, I had some weird experiences 3 years ago."

Speaking of which, Old Stan rubbed his forehead. He said with some doubt:

"That was in late 97, I went to the veteran club for a Christmas party. At the party, I met an old man who looked like Steve, you know? Captain America, Steve Rogers, I should give you I said, I fought when I was young, and I had contact with the captain."

"Ok?"

Merlin was interested. He stretched out his fingers. In the black smoke, the old Steve's face in his memory appeared in a lively manner in front of Old Stan. He asked:

"Is this person?"

Old Stan looked at the smoke face in front of him. He took off his sunglasses and changed to a pair of reading glasses. He looked carefully for several minutes and then nodded:

"Yes, it was him! He came with Ms. Carter at that time. My unit was under the management of Ms. Carter for a while, and Ms. Carter and I were considered to be general friends."

"Have you talked to him? Stan."

Merlin asked:

"I mean, aren't you curious about his identity?"

"Of course I am curious."

Stan said:

"But we drank too much that night. I was sent home by a few girls under a hangover. I didn't have time to talk to that **** old man, but if I remember correctly, he There should be contact information in the veteran club. That is our tradition. On the battlefield, we cooperate to win, and after the war, we also help each other."

"Can you help me find the contact information left by old Steve?"

Merlin pursed his lips and said to Old Stan:

"I have something very important. I want to get answers from him. I can't tell you what it is, but I can guarantee that it is very important and necessary."

"OK, I'll find it for you."

Old Stan put away his notebook, he said to Merlin:

"But don't be too hopeful. The contact information he left is probably invalid, after all, it has been more than 3 years."

"Well, I want to thank you regardless of the result."

Merlin raised his wrist and looked at the time. He said to Stan:

"Then I'll talk here today. I have someone in your restaurant to eat and talk about things. I'm going to wait for her."

"Well, go go."

The old man lit a cigar. He waved his hand and said to Merlin:

"The story about the Cree is very exciting. I’m going to be alone and think of a new story, the protagonist... just use Captain Marvel. I have a hunch that this will be a great superhero story, right After the comics are released, I will send you a copy."

"You can actually draw some other stories."

Merlin stood up. He picked up his steel cane and turned back to Old Stan:

"For example, the story of a group of secret agents who deal with mysterious affairs."

"That's too old-fashioned!"

Old Stan said:

"Someone painted it decades ago, and readers now don't like that style anymore."

"Uh, okay."

Merlin gave a joke, he shrugged:

"Anyway, I find it very interesting. I'm gone, Stan, take care of yourself, we will talk next time."

Merlin pushed open the door of the small box and walked into the hall of the Mick Hall. He found an edge, unobtrusive corner, and ordered several famous snacks and desserts of the restaurant. In the second fries When he sent it, Vivian Graham, dressed in a black suit and similar to a sales manager, carried a handbag and walked into the restaurant.

Merlin waved at her, and a moment later, Vivian, who was in a good mood, sat on the chair opposite Merlin.

"I happened to be in New York for a World Environment Organization seminar these days."

Vivienne picked up a burger, ignoring the image while eating, and said to Merlin:

"Everything is good there, and the academic atmosphere is also good, but the healthy food provided is a bit bad... well, this burger tastes great."

"Then maybe you should wait, the pizza here is truly delicious."

Merlin smiled and pushed a fries to Vivienne. He said:

"How is Serizawa?"

"The tutor has been very good recently."

Vivian said:

"He has been running back and forth between Mona Island and Skull Island, with the potions you provided. In the past few years, we have mastered a lot of the habits of the Titans, and we have some ways to get some blood from KONG. The sample, in short, is an amazing result. Unfortunately, it cannot be published in academic journals."

"That's good."

Merlin looked around, then stretched out his hand, took a few sheets of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Vivian, who said:

"I have some private things this time to ask you and Qin Ze...I mean, before there is a result, don't think anyone reveals the existence of this purpose. Its significance is extraordinary, once the news leaks, you may be Some unscrupulous people stare."

"what is this?"

Vivienne ate the last piece of burger. While wiping her hands with a napkin, she picked up the paper Merlin had handed. She looked at the complicated and weird pharmaceutical configuration process and the alchemy materials she had never heard of. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pushed the burgundy glasses, she said:

"Looks like an ancient potion recipe? Did you find it in medieval magic books? What's the use of this thing? What do you want us to do with it?"

"Don't worry, we will talk about these problems one by one."

Merlin picked up the watermelon juice and took a sip, he said softly:

"This thing...you can understand it as a simplified version of the'Super Soldier' ​​recipe."

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