"Why is it me again?"
Monac looked pained as he dressed, beside him was the beautiful woman he hooked up with last night, now staring in terror at the person who appeared in the room.
Tokyo time is 8 hours behind Paris time, Tokyo is 2 AM, here is the previous day's 6 PM.
Winter dusk in Paris has a unique charm, the Eiffel Tower in the distance felt different from before, under the golden sunset, it looked like the hands of a golden clock, while the city faithfully recorded history like a dial.
This place is completely different in style from New York and Tokyo, as the capital, Paris has no skyscrapers, and from Monac's third-floor apartment, you can directly see Mars Square.
Su Ming, wearing a black suit, drew back the curtains to air the room, the winter breeze giving Monac goosebumps all over.
"Ran into some trouble, need a warlock's help, you were the first I thought of."
"Please don't think of me for these kinds of things in the future..." Monac helplessly dressed and glanced longingly at the beauty beside him, threw out a Hypnosis Spell: "Can't you see the atmosphere right now?"
Su Ming looked at the rooftops of the city, those snow mists blown up by the wind, Paris rarely has snow, even in deep winter, there's just a thin layer occasionally.
"If I wanted to bombard wildly with magic, I naturally wouldn't come to you, but this time I also need to find something, requiring your divination witchcraft."
Monac put on his clothes and pants, nostalgically looking at the sleeping beautiful French woman: "I originally planned to stay in Paris for a few years, goodbye, Elaine, goodbye, France...."
Su Ming turned around in mild annoyance, closing the window: "Don't make it sound like a farewell of life and death, if all goes well, the task will be over in a few hours, then you can return to accompany your French beauty."
"This is love, you don't understand." The Magic Prince picked up his staff leaning against the bedside, tidying his beard in the mirror, spraying some cologne, and smiling vainly at his reflection.
Su Ming's eyes turned into those of a dead fish: "Love? Where? Are you talking about the smell of hormones and bodily fluids in this room? You've just met and love to death, you can't even be sure if she's a Hydra agent."
"Such a spoilsport, this is Paris, be more romantic, mate." Monac sighed, put away his Magic Beard Wax: "So, what's the matter this time?"
"It's reality that keeps us living, not romance. Speaking of which, a pair of romantic lovers were somehow kidnapped, I have to get them back."
Su Ming walked out of the room; this house wasn't the best but was located in Paris's Seventh District, where ordinary women can't afford to buy a place.
Even so, though the Magic Prince was experiencing some hair loss lately, he still had an impressive presence, the kind of dreamlike aura that rich ladies fancy in a prince.
But ordinary people and warlocks are doomed to have no outcome; as long as Monac doesn't act recklessly, he could live for several more centuries, but this woman?
Perhaps this is true love.
Monac followed him out, leaving a rabbit for the woman as a memento, carefully closing the door, opening the Teleportation Gate back to Kama Taiji.
It's indeed more reassuring to talk on one's own turf, Monac hadn't really lost his head.
As a mage, staying rational at all times is paramount.
"Curious, this isn't like you, what benefits could make you lower yourself to rescue someone?" Monac walked into the reception room with a smile, greeted Hamill, and cheekily smiled at Su Ming: "Could it be that the kidnapped person is your illegitimate child?"
"It's Steve, he and Peggy were kidnapped by a strange ship while traveling." Su Ming ignored the Magic Prince's joke, sat down, and took the teacup Hamill handed over.
Monac looked enlightened as he sat down: "I see, so it was him, the poor kid kept in the dark by you, seems like guilt drove you this time."
"Heh heh." Su Ming laughed without warmth.
Monac sighed deeply: "No, right? Your cousin was right, you're very dark, what did Master Gu Yi see in you to choose you for the position of Supreme Mage?"
Su Ming shrugged, holding his teacup, making a subtle sound, nodding to Hamill: "This tea's brewed well this time, calculate the time, in a few months there'll be new tea again, notify Old Zheng to help Kama Taiji gather some, we'll use snow mountain herbs to trade."
"As you command." Hamill answered as usual, but this time he didn't leave to carry out the order, instead提出请求 tp the Supreme Mage: "I hope my son can accompany the master on this journey."
Su Ming felt a stir in his heart, it's coming?
"Oh? Your son, I've only seen him a few times from afar."
"That's because you're almost never at Kama Taiji." Hamill replied emotionlessly; this is the fact.
His son has always been at Kama Taiji, learning magic and martial arts from other teachers, never leaving, where could Su Ming see him?
Besides, before leaving, Master Gu Yi instructed the child with some words, as part of the Guardian Race, Hamill's son also should follow the Supreme Mage after graduation.
"Alright, then the duty of overseeing Kama Taiji is yours, keep an eye on Mordo and Kaecilius, both have great potential, don't let them go astray."
"Kaecilius is alright, but hasn't Mordo already gone astray?" Hamill coldly retorted again, leaving Su Ming momentarily speechless.
So Su Ming looked over at Monac, who was holding a teacup: "Look at this mess, are you satisfied now?"
Monac: "???"
What? What does Mordo turning into a leather-clad weirdo have to do with him? It happened after he went out with Deathstroke last time, right?
Hamill sent his own son into the fire pit again, is this okay?
A thought flashed through Monac's mind, as if he could see Mordo and Wong in the future wearing tight black leather pants, shirtless, wrestling in a locker room....
He quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the illusion: "Hamill, I suggest you have your son stay as far away as possible, unless you want him to turn into a weirdo."
Hamill pushed up his glasses: "Even so, it is the destiny of the Guardian Race."
Su Ming thought about it, bringing Wong along this time wouldn't be a problem, he originally planned to go back to New York to find Holloway, but with Wong, the doctor can take over.
Acupuncture and herbal medicine are a given. Like Hamill, as a member of the Guardian Race, Wong is basically the Supreme Mage's housekeeper, so they all know those ancestral weird dietary therapies.
Eating Alternate Dimension tentacles, snails, oversized bugs and such.... it's a past not worth remembering.
This is why Su Ming didn't see Hamill after returning, worried about being found out of sorts, forced to eat those strange things.
However, if Steve really got brainwashed this time, then these remedies should work better than Western medicine.
After all, although Holloway is a surgeon, he's not Harley, and can't treat mental issues. Of course, Harley would only make things worse.....
"Call him, let's set off now, the final clue is in Tokyo, Japan, and we need to hurry." Su Ming straightened his clothes, assuming a commanding presence.
After all, it's the first official meeting, got to give Wong some time to adapt to his style, let him think he's a conventional mage first.
Hamill looked at Deathstroke pretending to be serious, sighed helplessly.
The current Supreme Mage's demeanor, he actually had told his son about it long ago; understanding the Supreme Mage is the duty of each generation of the Guardian Race.
It's too late to pretend seriousness now, but let him be, Hamill turned around and walked to the door:
"Come in!"
"Young people are the future of Kama Taiji... You... who are you, handsome?!"
Su Ming was still watching the door with a kind smile, but the person who appeared almost made him choke on his saliva.
It was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with flowing long hair, dressed in snow-white clothing, walking in with a confident stride.
His face was as flawless as jade, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, exuding a heroic spirit.
However, his expression was extremely serious and solemn, giving him an otherworldly, immortal aura.
Su Ming originally thought the one entering would be a cook, but it was an idol trainee, who could handle that?
Not a thick-necked, burly man, it should at least have been a chubby kid with a tiger's head and brain, right? Why in this world is Wong a handsome guy?
"This is my son, Wong Mir, our Guardian Race's heir." Hamill already knew Deathstroke's claim to have met Wong before was nonsense, he just didn't bother exposing it.
Just making complaints every day can be tiring too.
"Greetings, Supreme Mage." Wong bowed, respectfully saluting.
"No, are you sure he wasn't swapped? Which hospital did your wife give birth in?" Su Ming stood up, circled Wong twice, and whispered to Hamill.
"He's indeed my son, we have special ceremonies for lineage." Hamill said lightly, the Guardian Race also has its own secret techniques, this can't be faked: "Do we not look alike?"
What can be said, actually they do look quite alike, Hamill, although a bit aged, still has a handsome air, and there are similarities between his and Wong's features.
But why, whether in comics or movies, does Wong turn into a fatty when meeting Doctor Strange?
Time truly is the butcher's knife....
"No worries, just asking." Su Ming coughed, shifting his gaze to Wong: "Hello, Wong, originally we should have a welcome party for you in New York, but urgent matters call, so the welcome party will be postponed, let's set off now."
"At your command, Master." Wong stood up straight, took out the suspended ring, and put it on, astutely preparing to open a Teleportation Gate.
Comparing him to Monac, sipping tea and picking snacks from a lunch box.... a hometrained mage is indeed better!