Magneto is a good guy - Chapter 19
Chapter 19 Look at what you have done!
The aircraft slowly landed on the palace. Eric took the little leopard in his left hand and Ulysses in his right hand, and followed the bald woman to get off the aircraft.
But once the flying machine, Eric couldn’t find her.
I saw two rows of bald women running out quickly, the same bald heads, the same red suits, the same vibranium spears, the same beaded eyes… Well, this is Wakanda’s royal guard.
When the woman who led him stood in the line, Eric could no longer tell who was who.
“Aren’t these women cloned?” Eric looked left and right, muttering softly, causing several women who were approaching to glared at him.
“Welcome guests from afar!” A thick voice came, and King T’chaka walked slowly with the queen. The queen’s belly was high and her face was shining with maternal brilliance. In her belly, she should be pregnant. Little Panther’s sister, Shuri, a super genius with an IQ no less than Tony Stark.
Beside the king and queen, there were two children, a man and a woman. The boy turned out to be the little black panther that Eric met when he first crossed. And the little girl, Eric also felt familiar and couldn’t help but look more.
“Ahem!” The queen frowned and coughed twice, obviously dissatisfied with Eric’s ignorance.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I suddenly thought of something. I was distracted.” Eric retracted his gaze and threw Ulysses to his feet. “His Majesty the King, he was captured by Viscount Eric Lansell by chance while in America Sinners of Wakanda, hereby dedicated to His Majesty the King.”
“Ulysses, took away the important military supplies of Wakanda and slaughtered the people of Wakanda, and caused extremely serious damage to Wakanda. Thank you very much for sending him all the way!” King T’chaka Crossed his hands, lowered his head, and performed a Wakanda etiquette to Eric, and the queen and two children next to him also learned how to do it.
“You are welcome, it is an honor to be able to help Wakanda do some trivial things!” Eric bowed in return.
“Lord Eric Lanchel, the banquet is ready, come with me!” King T’chaka took Eric into the palace, and Eric exclaimed several times from time to time. What building is magnificent and rich in history. Advanced technology, in short, touted all the way, so that the king and queen feel more face.
With a few guests and hosts seated, Eric finally saw the leaders of several other tribes.
The leader of the merchant tribe is a woman, about thirty or forty years old, with triangular eyes, two ears with huge earrings, and a colorful rag covering her head.
An elderly black man, the leader of the frontier tribe, with a cane in his hand and densely decorated faces, barely able to see the color of his original skin. It is said that their custom is that the more tattoos they have, the higher their status. Behind him stood a young man with a lot of tattoos on his face.
The leader of the mine tribe is an old lady with a blessed body, dozens of small dirty braids in her hair, and a lot of ornaments hanging from the ends of her hair.
The leader of the river tribe is the most bizarre, a thin man with three large cyan plates on his lower lip and earlobes. As long as one mouth, the saliva will flow out. Eric just looked at it and got goose bumps all over his body, too Disgusting!
King T’chaka introduced Eric one by one, and Eric nodded one by one. Although he was humble on the surface, in fact he didn’t know where he was going. What did these strangely costumed guys call and what to do with him?
“This is Miss Aurolo Monroe, my son’s fiancee, and the future queen of Wakanda!” When the little girl was introduced, Eric’s attention was immediately drawn to her.
“It turned out to be the Storm Girl, that’s why she was so familiar! Hey, the loli version of the Storm Girl, looking at that round little face, I really want to squeeze, and I don’t know how she will become that queen in the future. No, I have to find a way to take a picture and keep it as a meme in a while.”
Storm Girl is not a simple mutant. The Monroe family she belongs to is a family of witches in Kenya. Their family has been passed down for thousands of years, their magic power is enduring, and the X gene continues.
Each of their generations are both magicians and mutants. Each generation can control the weather. The only difference is the level of achievement.
In her generation, the magical powers and abilities in the bloodline have been combined to make her achieve even higher. When Storm Girl reaches its peak, she can even control the solar storm and destroy the earth just by waving her hand.
As for getting engaged in his teens, Eric has no control over it. In Africa, it’s common to have babies in their teens. People don’t know how to get a baby right now. It’s already very difficult to make a baby kiss and get married later. The performance of civilization.
“Mr. Eric!” King T’chaka drew Eric’s attention back to reality again, “I am very curious, how did you know Wakanda? How did you find Ulysses and my nephew N’Jadaka?”
King Techaka looked at the little leopard with complicated eyes. After all, his father killed by himself, but the child is his own nephew. It’s not a misfortune for his children and grandchildren, he doesn’t want to embarrass his little nephew any more, but watching the little nephew’s eyes look at him, he obviously knows that he killed his father.
“Your Majesty, first of all, I’m a good person!” Eric showed a kind smile and stood up, “It was really accidental that I met N’Jadaka. It was a snowy night. I finished volunteering in the orphanage and rode my bicycle on the way home. Suddenly I saw a small figure curled up in the corner of the wall.”
Eric’s voice and emotion were so strong that everyone’s eyes were focused on him. Little Storm Girl’s eyes were full of curiosity. She and her fiance Little Black Panther stared at Eric closely, a picture listening to the story appeared.
Eric is indeed telling a story, he made up so he almost believed…
“He is so thin, so helpless, wearing very thin clothes, covered with snowflakes, he kept shaking, trying to squeeze his thin body into the corner, as if he wanted to rely on the cold wall to provide A trace of warmth.”
“Oh, my God…” When the queen was pregnant with the child, she was formally most sensitive to the child’s feelings. When she heard this, her tears suddenly fell, she covered her mouth with her hand and tried not to let herself cry.
Eric saw that the heat was almost over, and continued to make up: “I was in a hurry, took off my jacket and put it on for him, and took him to the nearest fast food restaurant to keep him warm and fill his stomach by the way. God, you didn’t see how hungry he was at the time! He ate eleven burgers of this size!”
Eric gestured exaggeratedly to a hamburger that was bigger than a washbasin, causing the queen to burst into tears again. Next to the king’s hand, she twisted the king’s thigh fiercely, and looked at her husband’s eyes as if they were saying: Look at what evil you made!