RNP Chapter 4723 X Royal Newcomer (2)
Chapter 4723 X Royal Newcomer (2)
Chapter 4723 X Royal Family: New Life (Part Two)
Another morning in Krakjavik, the air thick with a damp mist. The pointed roofs of the fairytale-like houses, now even more lush than before, are gradually forming a scenic view. The vines on the stone steps have been cleared, yet they still retain a rustic charm. Following the winding path cleared from the raspberry bushes, you arrive at a small waterfall, where you can see a door adorned with glowing lantern fruits through the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. After walking a few dozen steps, the view suddenly opens up.
Schiller stood up from the swing in the yard, went over and hugged Charles, saying, "You came quickly. Are the children alright?"
"Thank goodness. Wanda took them to the Battle Realm's base, where there are now about fifty of their mothers, each with extensive parenting experience. I just don't know if the Battle Realm's walls are strong enough to stop them from escaping."
“It has already been reinforced again,” Schiller said with a smile. “Reed and Franklin haven’t ‘stumbled in’ for several days, which shows that the reinforcement work has been very effective.”
Schiller led them inside, and Charles exclaimed in amazement, "This island is truly beautiful, much better than the islands we found before."
Have you also found this island?
Charles shook his head and said, "I've never found anything this beautiful. We did find a living island before, but it was teeming with miasma and wild beasts, and modifying it would be tantamount to leveling it, so we gave up."
"That sounds like there are quite a few living islands?"
“Yes,” Eric began, “to be precise, they are a species. What kind you’ll encounter depends on luck. It’s unlikely that every mutant will meet someone this beautiful.”
“We’ll have to look for it properly when we get back.” Charles looked at the towering trees, making no attempt to hide the envy in his voice. “I’ve long disliked the Andromeda Galaxy’s capital, Sky Island. If only we could find a beautiful living island on Earth to take there.”
“‘The crime of illegally transferring Earth’s assets’—I must remind you, Charles,” Eric pointed out, “the law, which was just amended last month, no longer allows any entity with space travel capabilities to take anything from Earth with them when leaving the planet. Forget about living islands, you can’t take a single blade of grass out of the way, unless you want our Speaker to give you a good scolding over the galactic broadcast.”
“I hate that radio,” Charles frowned deeply. “It keeps ringing in my ears every day, spouting nothing but useless nonsense.”
“If it’s not for broadcasting nonsense, there’s no need for a galactic broadcasting system. What do you expect us to disclose to the entire galaxy? Government secrets?” Strange’s figure appeared on the other side of the courtyard.
“I never imagined you would think your government still has any secrets,” Charles sneered. “Mutants probably know your job requirements twelve hours before you do.”
"You actually think my work is a secret?" Strange said, seemingly shocked. "Then you should go to the landfill near your house more often. I'm sure you'll learn a lot from the process of the garbage trucks dumping the trash."
Schiller laughed, and Strange glared at him: "What are you laughing at? You're the one who actually leaked the information."
"I'm sorry, but it's not a secret that your cloak is alive. I didn't mean to send the scream of pain you made when your cloak slapped you to the work group."
“Thanks, Mr. Mutant!” Strange said irritably.
Charles looked at Schiller with some curiosity, but Schiller looked away, which meant he was hiding something. However, Charles didn't press him; everyone would be here soon anyway.
They arrived at their lodgings—in that row of small cabins. They were assigned the leftmost suite, which led to a spacious, oval-shaped hall, almost like a cavern. The dining room was at the far end, while a sunken reception area was further out, with a huge fireplace in the center and a chimney that went straight to the ceiling. Next to the fireplace were carpets, a coffee table, and plush sofas.
All the furniture was made of wood, and the traces of hand-carving were even visible. The tense situation did not dampen the mutants' love for life; the pillars on the walls and the corners of the tables were all carved with Clarkia totem patterns. The house was filled with all kinds of plants, and even the chimney was adorned with hanging vines of varying heights.
“This is wonderful,” Charles exclaimed again. “After being away from Earth for so long, I miss such lush greenery. I should have moved a few more potted plants to my office in the Andromeda Galaxy before the bill goes into effect.”
Even Eric stared at the ceiling for a long time. There were murals on the ceiling, but they weren't realistic oil paintings; instead, they looked like children's scribbles, yet they told a story. There were little people dancing around a big tree, little people sharing food, and little people building houses and decorating windows.
Just as Eric was intently observing, a branch on the ceiling waved at him. Eric raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly; it seemed the consciousness of this living island was quite active.
"So what should we do?" Charles tossed himself into one of the sofas, first lying down with his arms outstretched, then rolling over to lie on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. Because of his youthful appearance, this lively state didn't seem out of place. They were all becoming more and more like their younger selves.
“It’s nothing,” Schiller said. “I already told you, I just invited you here for tourism. What do you usually do when you’re on vacation?”
Charles was truly stumped. He stood there thinking for a long time, like a frozen frame in an animation. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "My last trip was about 50 years ago, maybe even longer. I remember back then, cars still ran on the ground, and there were no teleportation portals. We had to take a car to the station first, buy paper tickets, and then wait for the train..."
After saying that, he looked at Eric and caught Eric nearly twisting his back as he sat down on the plush sofa, which was so soft that Eric almost fell in. It was less like he sat in and more like he tumbled in.
Charles struggled to suppress a laugh, cleared his throat, and said, "Have we traveled together before, Eric?"
"Haven't we been traveling together all the time?"
"Ugh! Cough!" Strange seemed to be about to trigger an earthquake with his cough.
Eric also looked thoughtful and reminiscing. He said, "...My last trip was when my whole family moved into a concentration camp."
“Then you can finally travel together,” Schiller said. “But what to do is a question, really. But it’s pretty much the same old thing: eat some local specialties, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and take some photos. Which would you like to experience first?”
“Let’s eat first. When will they arrive?” Charles asked.
"It'll probably take a while longer," Schiller said.
They waited there for a while, doing nothing but chatting. Such a relaxing time shouldn't be spent talking about work, but they had enough to talk about with everyone, even just the little family matters that had happened recently.
Wanda was successfully promoted because the Southern Cross Parliamentary Center Hospital was completed, and she was promoted to head nurse immediately after applying for the job. Furthermore, for security reasons, the hospital staff consisted only of locals from the galaxy, with the majority being members of the Nine Realms, so there was no issue with their adaptation.
Logically, such a hospital shouldn't have too many patients, but in reality, it's the complete opposite. Because this hospital is open to the entire galaxy, many patients come from the Nine Realms alone, and the emergency room is always packed with long lines. Wanda is incredibly busy, but thankfully she's the Scarlet Witch and can use her Scarlet powers to solve some physical problems; otherwise, she probably wouldn't even have time to rest.
Fortunately, the children are growing up and have plenty of things to do, spending their days playing with cats and dogs, so they're not as dependent on their parents anymore. For the safety of the interstellar capital, the Fighting Realm has taken responsibility and allowed minors to enter the base. Although they're not allowed to enter the game yet, they can already meet with their guardians' counterparts. And most of the Scarlet Witches really like children.
When discussing Strange, the conversation inevitably turns to the Intergalactic Council and the Magic Academy. Speaking of the Magic Academy, there's another important matter: the second film is finally about to begin filming and is currently in the midst of intense pre-production.
Schiller inevitably brought up the previous episodes, vividly describing the outrageous things the group did during their escape, and even read a few comments, successfully sparking widespread criticism.
They chatted casually for a while, and soon they received news that their other colleagues had arrived. This time, there weren't many people; all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were busy maintaining security at the Southern Cross. Most of the scientists also didn't come. Earth had entered the era of interstellar mass production, with starships being built one after another, each featuring technological innovations. Most scientists were busy with their own work. Of course, Peter did come, because he was currently playing Spider-Man.
The reason he became Spider-Man when the scientists were so busy is because Spider-Man is even busier. Spider-Man was the first of all the counterparts to unite, and now they're busy helping Spider-Men from other universes drive out the Moron family. They've encountered a rather troublesome opponent in one universe, just finished a tough battle, but may need to intervene further, so Peter can relax during the break.
Steve arrived too. With more starships, there were more navigators, and he could finally schedule his own vacations. However, because Agent Carter was too busy, and Thomas was taken out to play again, leaving no one at home, he went on vacation.
In addition, Matt, the Daredevil, who hasn't been seen in a while, finally has some free time. He'd been busy moving, changing neighborhoods and schools, worrying himself sick over his child's education, but recently they finally settled on a place he liked. With Erica taking the kids back to Europe to visit relatives, he could finally relax a bit.
There were only a few of them left, but thankfully everyone had been busy for a long time and was finally able to relax. Everyone was enjoying their leisurely holiday. And Krakia did not disappoint them.
As soon as Steve walked in, he exclaimed, "Tony posted photos on social media for three days straight, with captions that kept everyone in suspense, refusing to tell anyone where it was. I thought he was just bragging again, but it turns out this place is really nice. How did so many big trees grow here?"
Matt nudged Schiller with his elbow as he sat down: "I saw fish in the lake when I came over. Any thoughts?"
"Forget about it. This is a nature reserve. Anything that can breathe is a protected animal. Let's get ready to eat."
Schiller took out his phone—there was a signal on the island, but it was a local area network, completely cut off from the outside world, but it could be used to order food. However, the ordering process wasn't very sophisticated, and he couldn't see the specific dishes, so he had to call and ask them to deliver whatever they had on hand. When the food arrived, he looked expectantly towards the door.