Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 72 mage's funeral (1)

Hank arrives as promised.

The police station is not big, and it can even be said to be a little small compared to the size of their town. But it has all the internal organs and everything. Hank did not choose to go in, but lit a cigarette for himself at the back door of the police station. He had already messaged Daniel, and all he had to do now was wait.

Not long after, the back door of the police station was pushed open.

Daniel came out with a gloomy expression. "That **** had a whole bottle of brandy in the car, and he didn't drink a drop of it. He entered the town from the main road at two in the afternoon, and after a meal, he started to hang out in the town—damn, I It's more like looking for someone."

"That is to say, it was premeditated?"

"I won't say that until the results of the investigation come out, but I can give you a clue, Hank." Daniel pointed to the back door. "The offal is being entertained by us inside."

Hank nodded thoughtfully, stood a little further away from Daniel by the way, and snuffed out the cigarette he had just smoked.

"I see, thanks, Daniel. Come to Papa's bar tomorrow night and I'll treat you."

"You should know that I quit drinking, right?"

"Daddy's Bar doesn't only sell alcohol." Hank smiled. "Have you forgotten how delicious Daddy's Russian food is? Remember, tomorrow night, it won't be too late."

"What are you doing today?" Daniel asked sharply.

"more or less."

Hank's ambiguous answer made Daniel's eyes light up.

He nodded towards Hank, turned to open the door, and said to Hank as he was about to enter, "I won't ask you what to do, but if it's what I think, you'd better strike hard."

Hank watched him leave and returned to his car. He raised the window before calling Thanos.

"It's me, sir. Daniel just told me that the guy who hit Mrs. Hopkins with the car did it on purpose."

On the other end of the phone, Thanos' voice was the same as before, but in the background there was a faint sound of a shovel shoveling dirt. Hank frowned, "Sir?"

"It's all right, Hank. Plans to go to town can be cancelled. Mr. Joe Williams is going abroad. You can give yourself some time off."

"Need my help, sir?"

"No, no need."

Thanos turned his head and glanced at Gamora, who was dragging a cloth-wrapped cylindrical object from the car, tilted his head and clamped the phone, and shoveled a smear of dirt again, "Have a good rest, Hank, that's it, I'm hung up."

He inserted the shovel into the middle of the soil, smelled the special smell that can only be smelled after lifting the ground, and put away the phone. In an age when everyone uses smartphones, he's still using an old flip phone.

Gamora dragged the thing over, waved it with one hand, and threw it precisely into the deep pit dug by Thanos, and then pulled Thanos out.

His knees and trouser legs were covered in mud, and without a word, Gamora wanted to reach for the shovel in his hand and start taking over his work, but Thanos didn't let go.

"You said you didn't want to" Thanos avoided her eyes. "So let me come."

Half an hour later, they were back in Thanos' car.

"Have you thought about where to go next?"

Take a sip of water, Thanos asked.

"Go back," Gamora said softly, looking out the window.

For her, it was enough—the journey to meet a father who was completely unfamiliar and yet so familiar to her in an unfamiliar universe was a satisfying journey.

On the one hand, she doesn't have to really struggle with getting revenge on him because he's from another universe. On the other hand, it is enough to know that he does love him.

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He Shenyan did not choose to show his face, for him, watching a play is watching a play. Just that part to watch is enough, no more is needed. He also doesn't think he needs to intervene in the picture of the father-daughter reunion.

Besides, this is just a small interlude. It's just an unintentional act, it's just a little episode on the way home, and if what he's doing helps Gamora, that's all the better.

He Shenyan didn't care about Gamora, who was lost because she was separated from her father again. He Shenyan knew that at this moment, rather than disturbing, Gamora needed cleanliness more.

- After all, she can only really open her heart when she knows that the father is from another universe, which has already been explained a lot.

The brief trip to the alternate universe reduced the time required for this journey home to just three hours. They have already entered the solar system, and they only need to pass through the space 'toll booth' set up on the edge of Jupiter, register, and then return to Earth.

Thinking of this, he felt a little better. What He Shenyan didn't know was that this long-lost relaxation could only last for three hours.

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Earth.

The funeral was finally decided to be held at Kama Taj, the place where He Shenyan lived the longest and where he studied art. No one objected to this.

- However, there is not a single person who can appear as a 'family member'. All are guests. They were his friends, comrades-in-arms, but otherwise, nothing.

He Shenyan has no family.

Strange was the first to take the stage.

He didn't really care about the order, but everyone insisted that he be first, and he complied—and Strange didn't think he had anything to say.

What can he say?

Not long ago, a memorial service was held for the missing Wanda, and Strange, who had spoken eloquently for ten minutes, was now standing in the quaint courtyard of Kama Taj, but could not say a word. .

The wind and snow blew across his shoulders, and the icy, magical air of Kama Taj gave him an uncontrollable shudder.

Looking at the people sitting upright in the audience~www.novelbuddy.com~ with solemn expressions, Strange finally said slowly, "I actually don't know what to say."

"I mean, what can I say?"

"Talk about his life like you do at every funeral? I don't think I need to, after all, you all know him."

A fleeting smile appeared on Strange's face, and Westerners love to deconstruct these serious occasions with humor. Funerals don't have to be sad, they can be lighthearted. But he wasn't going to tell jokes or anything.

"Rather than mourning about his life and what he's done, mourning him for a long time. I think we might as well talk about him in everyone's eyes."

"It starts with me."

The people in the audience saw Strange rubbing his eyes, and then he spoke slowly.

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