PFC Chapter 3418 Sons of Midnight (7)
Chapter 3418 Sons of Midnight (7)
Chapter 3418: Son of Midnight (Seventeen)
Stark talked to Miles, while Schiller spoke to Khonsu in his mind.
"How is it? Do you feel the changes after the upgrade?"
"Average." Kong Su commented, "You may be better than before, but compared to the other one, you are still far behind."
"It's just that I can do it, but I can't say I can do it well," Schiller said. "It's like I can imitate Stephen's surgical skills, but I don't have his muscle memory or his love for medicine, so I can't be the hand of God. The same goes for fighting."
"So what's the point of this upgrade?"
"Although the quality is not enough, it can be made up for in quantity. Fighting is just one of the skills, there are many others."
"for example?"
"For example, I finally have the patience to study those big books on magic and mythology." Schiller stopped at the entrance of the temple and did not go out with Stark and the others.
Everyone else turned to look at him. Schiller shook his head and said, "The image of the Minotaur appears in many mythological systems. I will investigate from this angle."
"Are you really not going to come with us to see the analysis results of the Minotaur?"
"I have my own analytical methods."
Miles remembered that the first minotaur that was defeated seemed to be taken away by Moonlight Knight. He nodded and said, "Okay, if you find anything, I hope you can let us know."
"You haven't said whether you have agreed to join the team." Stark asked as he stood at the entrance of the temple. "I admit that you are very good at using magic. We need talents like you. Do you want to join?"
Schiller nodded and said, "But I can't promise to go with you."
"Whatever." Stark said as he turned around. "I don't think any results will come from investigating the myth. Let's go."
After Stark left, Schiller went to the back garden of the temple. On one side of the garden, there were several huge sarcophagi.
He raised his hand and one of them floated up. The lid opened and inside was the bull-headed monster whose neck was almost chopped off before.
He had turned back into a human, but his state had been frozen, so he still had an expression of pain and fear.
Schiller closed the lid of the sarcophagus, gently clasped his fingers together, and the sarcophagus and the things inside turned into light and flew into his palm.
Then he turned into a ray of moonlight and landed on the windowsill of the operating room on the top floor of New York Presbyterian Hospital.
Strange, who was dozing off against the wall, woke up with a start. When he saw the figure on the windowsill, he didn't react for a moment.
The disguise that Kong Su gave Schiller could fool ordinary people, but not the Sorcerer Supreme. Strange narrowed his eyes and said, "Am I dreaming? Why did you dress yourself up like this?"
"So you didn't know? Let me introduce you to the latest superhero to return to New York, Moonlight Knight III." Schiller took off his hood and said.
"What the hell." Strange sneered.
"According to the rules of superheroes, you are the only one who knows my true identity. Are you happy?"
"According to Schiller's law, if you said that, it means I should be the last one to know. Do you think I am happy or not?"
"Who told you to lock yourself in the operating room these days? I don't dare to come in casually. What if your hand shakes and causes some irreparable damage to the human political and economic circles? Wouldn't that be too easy for humans?"
Strange rolled his eyes.
"When is your next surgery?"
"In 20 minutes."
"Mind if I cut in line?"
"I mind you very much. Get out, or I'll call the head nurse."
Schiller took out the written medical record, waved it in front of Strange and said, "Are you sure? Then I'm really leaving."
"Come back." Strange waved his hand, and the medical report flew into his hand. He flipped through it and put it aside, then said, "Did you do that the moon in New York disappeared for a moment the night before yesterday?"
"Kongsu did it."
Ignoring Kong Su's curse, Schiller continued, "I really have something important to talk to you about. You need to take a look at this."
Schiller spread his fingers and a ball of light flew out. The black man, whose state was frozen by the moonlight, fell on the operating table. The wound and blood on his neck remained in the state at the moment of injury.
Strange seemed to sense something, his expression became serious, he put on gloves, walked to the operating table, and looked into the black man's eyes.
"I'm not sure." Strange shook his head and said, "The source of his power seems to be some kind of... curse? There are some factors that I don't understand that affect the state of the curse, so I can't determine what kind of curse it is."
"I'm not asking you to investigate this either. Can you get him back?"
Strange looked at Schiller speechlessly and said, "Do you really intend to be a stupid superhero who knows nothing about social common sense and only knows how to shout for justice and help?"
"Even magic won't work?"
"You might as well just go find Death and resurrect him."
"I'm doing superhero work now. Superheroes should cherish life. Don't let me keep saying words like losing money. That's not very heroic."
"Well, great hero, at the moment of his death, I can stop his soul and let you ask him what happened."
"You are worthy of being the Sorcerer Supreme!" Schiller gave Strange a thumbs up.
Schiller took back the moonlight energy attached to the black man, and blood began to splatter from his neck. Most of his neck was broken, and death was only a matter of time whether he was treated or not.
In just a few seconds, there was no sign of life. Strange grabbed at the void and a shadow was intercepted.
Schiller knew that time was running out, so he didn't waste any words. He looked at the black man and said, "Do you know that you will become a monster?"
As the black man opened his mouth to speak, Schiller interrupted him and continued, "I think you should understand the current situation. You are dead and there is no possibility of resurrection. When certain people promised you certain conditions, they didn't mention this, right?"
A complicated expression appeared on the black man's face. After a while, he opened his mouth and Schiller heard a faint voice.
"A woman named Perry approached me and offered me a large sum of money if I took a certain drug and then went to the parade."
"Where are the drugs?"
"There was only one, and I ate it."
"What does that woman look like?"
"White hair, very tall, with strange eyes."
"I understand. You can rest in peace."
The soul quickly disappeared into the operating room. Schiller looked at Strange and said, "I know you probably don't have time to help me investigate. Please open the library of the New York Temple to me."
Strange frowned and said, "You're not going to look through those ancient books yourself, are you? When did you ever have the patience to do that?"
"When have I ever lost this patience?"
"You never have." Strange sneered and said, "You didn't know how to do any investigation before. You just wove a big net and waited for these idiots to fall into it."
"I... am very free recently, is that ok?"
"Then please help me make up a few more medical reports." Strange said, pointing at the computer.
"I can only make up 20 more at most. Please, I'm not your intern. You can't always order me around like this."
"If you were my intern, I would hang myself on the shadowless lamp right now, 30 copies. Everything has a price - welcome to the world of magic."
Ten minutes later, Schiller came to the New York Temple with the key. There were only a few little wizards on duty here. After seeing the key, they led Schiller to the library.
In order to facilitate the practice of mages, a library is built in every temple. However, if the books are stored in different temples, it will still be very troublesome to find them.
So, after Ancient One became the Sorcerer Supreme, she used magic to turn all the temple libraries into projections of the Kamar-Taj Scripture Library. The true bodies of all the classics were stored deep in Kamar-Taj, and the mages could check their projections in the libraries of various temples.
However, there is also a small problem. For the projection of the same book, only one person can read it at the same time. If someone else takes out the book that is already being read, other people will not be able to read it.
But this generally doesn't affect anything, because there are so many classics here that it's almost impossible for two people to read the same book. And those more commonly used magic books have many copies of backup copies, and there are also many projections, so there won't be any conflicts.
After Strange became the Sorcerer Supreme, he set up a modern search system here. Schiller walked to the crystal ball in the middle of the library and entered the entries he wanted to search, such as "Minotaur", "Mythology", "Curse", "Combination of Technology and Magic", etc., and soon many book lists popped up.
Schiller clicked on the first entry and was about to read through them one by one, but he discovered that among the book entries for "The Complete Works of Human Mythology and Its Development History", half of the books were actually being read and were completely unreadable.
Schiller clicked on the second item, "A popular science inventory of all monsters on Earth throughout the ages", and found that this one was even more outrageous. 70% of the books were being read, and the remaining few were obviously marginalized, all of which talked about monsters in remote areas and did not contain much useful information.
Schiller continued his search and found that about 60% of the books related to the keywords he searched were being read.
If we rule out the possibility of a system problem, then the possibility is that someone is searching for the same content in the same way, and not just one or two people, but many people.
Schiller seemed to have thought of something. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello? Shang-Chi? How's your work going lately? ... I'm in some trouble here, can you help me go to the Hong Kong Temple to check it out..."
"What? Martial law? Why martial law? Okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller began to think.
Because of his outstanding physical fitness and bilingual proficiency, Xu Shangqi was admitted to the Chinese engineering team building the Neptune Star Port. He had been working on the star port for some time and was recently transferred back to Shenzhen. Recently, he has been responsible for the liaison work between the Neptune Star Port and the ground.
According to him, the Hong Kong Temple declared martial law, and it seemed that a group of experts from the mainland were doing some research inside, which matched Schiller's discovery that most of the books were being read.
So one possibility is that the Minotaur has also appeared in China, and they are now investigating where it came from.
But what Schiller couldn't understand was that if the Minotaur was created by the Roxxon Company, why would they target China?
Roxxon's energy business covers the entire globe, and it can even be said that it controls the economic lifelines of many countries, but this certainly does not include China. There should be no intersection between the two.
The China in the Marvel Universe is much more powerful than the one in Schiller's universe, and is not as easy to mess with. They can build an air-rail system on top of the Himalayas just by saying so. Even Kamar-Taj doesn't dare to say anything, and even the Sorcerer Supreme has to talk about cooperation in a nice way. So who does the Roxxon Corporation think it is?
Suddenly, Schiller remembered a setting in the comics. Roxxon Corporation is actually an interstellar energy company with energy mining bases in Jupiter, Vanaheim and other dimensions of the nine kingdoms.
Is anyone planning to develop Jupiter recently?