In the principal's office, Charles was patiently asking Pietro questions.
He asked, "Pietro, have you always known that Erik is your father?"
Pietro pursed his lips and nodded. He looked down at his intertwined fingers and felt equally conflicted.
To be honest, Pietro didn't know what his father, Magneto, had been through. Everything he knew about his father came from his mother's descriptions and what he saw on TV. Although his mother had never concealed who his father was, she was unwilling to tell him and Wanda too much about what kind of person Magneto was. The siblings, who were curious about their father, could only understand him from the one-sided news on TV.
To be honest, the news made the siblings feel a certain degree of repulsion towards Erik. This was why Pietro was still unwilling to acknowledge him, and Wanda hadn't even been to X Academy once.
Charles leaned back and couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. He looked at Pietro with a new gaze. After careful observation, he found that Pietro's face was indeed very similar to Erik's if the baby fat was removed.
"Erik will be very happy to know that you exist, Pietro." Charles said, "Erik values his family very much. He desires all those who are related to him by blood. If he knows that you exist, he will be very happy."
Pietro was a little hesitant. "I don't know … I think I still have to think … I don't know how to face him. And Wanda, I have to discuss it with her."
"Of course, this is your right." Charles said gently. "And he missed your childhood, so he should suffer a little."
Pietro was amused by Charles' little joke, but he quickly withdrew his smile. He pursed his lips and hesitated. "Professor, he … he wasn't a bad person from the beginning, right? I heard from Professor Hank that his other child … "
Pietro didn't say the last word. Although he had never seen the little girl, Pietro knew that she was also his sister. Although they had never met, if Wanda died one day, he would not be able to bear the pain.
Charles stopped smiling. "Erik and I were once best friends. Although our ideals conflicted, I could understand him. I didn't go through what he went through. There are some things that I can't feel even with my telepathy. I know that he is in pain, and what he is doing now is driven by his experience. "
"Pietro, I hope you can reunite with him. You and Wanda are his last family," Charles said. "He needs you."
Pietro was in a daze.
…
When Ébourg finally 'broke through the crowd' and arrived at the cafeteria, only Peter was left in the cafeteria. He was lying listlessly on the table in a daze.
Ébourg walked over, raised his hand and waved in front of him. "Peter?"
Peter suddenly came back to his senses. He turned his head to look at Ébourg and smiled. "Ébourg, you are here!"
Ébourg climbed onto the stool lightly. He wanted to lie on the table like Peter, but his body was too short. He couldn't reach it even after a long time.
Peter had a hard time holding back his laughter. He cleared his throat, patted Ébourg's little head, and asked, "Is it fun at school? Did you make any new friends? "
"It's fun." Ébourg gave up struggling. He nodded and said with a smile, "Everyone likes to give me candy."
Peter stretched out his finger and poked Ébourg's soft face. He jokingly said, "No wonder you are fat."
Abel touched his face and raised his head to look at him with a puzzled expression.
Peter stopped teasing him. He carried him off the stool and held his hand as they walked out. "Let's go to your room and have a look. I didn't see it carefully the last time I was here."
When the two went upstairs and arrived at Ébourg's room, Ébourg didn't stop and walked straight ahead.
Peter hesitated and slowed down. "Did I remember wrongly? Why do I remember that this is your room?"
Ébourg pulled Peter to a room in front and said in a childish voice, "Mr. Rancher is sitting next door. Let's go find him together, okay?"
"Okay." Peter's eyes lit up and immediately agreed. Then he hesitated and said, "But will Mr. Rancher like us to disturb him? He doesn't seem to like people paying attention to him."
When they bumped into him in the cafeteria, he didn't even bother to say a word to Peter and left.
"Come on, come on. He will welcome us." Ébourg dragged Peter forward with great effort. Finally, they reached Erik's door. Ébourg knocked on the door.
Then they heard the doorknob turn, but the door didn't open. Peter hesitated for a moment and pushed the door open.
Erik was sitting at the table eating. He didn't look up when he heard the knock. He controlled the door to unlock it. After a few seconds, he heard the door open. Erik looked up.
Why is it this little idiot again???
Peter smiled awkwardly at the other party. "Mr. Rancher."
Just as Erik was about to show impatience, he saw a small head poke out from behind Peter.
Ébourg's eyes narrowed with a smile. The two shallow dimples were very cute. He smiled sweetly at himself. "Hi!"
Erik swallowed the words that were about to slip out of his mouth. He thought for a moment and said, "What's the matter?"
Before Peter could speak, Ébourg ran over from behind him and stopped in front of Erik. He grabbed the corner of Erik's clothes with his small hand and looked up at him with bright eyes. "I came to play with you."
Peter quickly said, "I'll accompany Ébourg."
He was afraid that he would be kicked out.
Erik looked down at Ébourg's smiling face and raised an eyebrow.
He reached out and took a tissue from the table. He wiped his hands and then threw the tissue into the trash bin not far away.
Erik skillfully picked up the child who was about the same age as his daughter and put him on his lap. He asked him, "Does Charles know that you're looking for me?"
Ébourg shook his head.
Erik: "Aren't you afraid that he'll be angry?"
Ébourg looked at him in confusion. "Why would Charles be angry?"
He's still a child, Erik thought. This child doesn't understand that he's now on the opposite side of Charles. He doesn't know anything, even if he's very capable.
Erik's eyes flashed.
The stool in the corner of the room suddenly slid behind Peter. Erik said to Peter, "Sit down."
Peter sat on the stool uneasily. Seeing that Erik was playing with Ébourg with his head down and no one was paying attention to him, he looked up to observe the room.
Peter realized that this didn't seem to be a guest room. Although the room was undeniably empty and looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time, there was a photo of Mr. Rancher on the bedside. The books on the table were also open. Someone had probably been reading them before he came.
Next to him, Ébourg was "educating" Erik seriously like a little adult. "Blue God, be good. You can't learn from him. You have to learn from Charles. Everyone has to coexist peacefully and be good …"
Erik's mouth twitched as he listened. He stretched out two fingers and pinched Ébourg's face. "Did Charles teach you all this?"
Ébourg's face was pinched and his words were unclear. "No need to teach. This is right."
Ébourg knew this when he first gained consciousness, but it seemed that very few people on Earth knew this.
This knowledge made Ébourg a little depressed. "But everyone can't coexist peacefully."
Erik said lightly, "Mutants and ordinary people can't coexist peacefully."
Peter immediately raised his hand. "Me, me, me! I'm also an ordinary person, but I can coexist peacefully with you! "
Erik glanced at him, then lowered his eyes to look at Ébourg's smiling face. "Not everyone is the same."
Ébourg bit his finger in distress. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then if you were to compare an ordinary person and an alien, which one would you accept?"
Erik: "There is no ifs."
"But aliens have started to appear on Earth." Ébourg's tone gradually became calm. "And if the aliens start a war against ordinary people, you will still help ordinary people, right?"
Erik froze for a moment and rubbed Ébourg's hair. "What are you imagining?"
However, Ébourg looked up and asked him stubbornly, "You will help ordinary people, right?"
Peter also looked at him without blinking.
Erik paused for a moment. "… Yes."
Ébourg and Peter both smiled.
Ébourg showed a thoughtful expression and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that only by sharing weal and woe can we build a harmonious society …?"
And Peter thought that Mr. Rancher was indeed a good person.
Then, Peter seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked down at his watch and then quickly looked out of the window. The sun had started to set, the sky was getting dark, and the sky was turning red.
"Oh my god, I should go home!" Peter stood up. "Ébourg, I should go home. I will come to see you next week."
Ébourg waved his hand obediently. "Goodbye, Peter."
"Goodbye, Ébourg!" Peter said as he ran out. "Goodbye, Mr. Rancher."
Then, he ran away in a hurry.
When Peter's figure disappeared, Ébourg paused and blinked. "Oh, I forgot to ask Peter to accompany me to eat snacks."
Although he said this, there was no regret in his eyes at all. Instead, he was a little happy.
Then he looked up at Erik and said in a childish voice, "Erik, can you accompany me to eat snacks?"
Who allowed you to call me Erik?
Erik lowered his head and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"
Ébourg smiled. "Something sweet and delicious."
"Candy?" Erik stood up with Ébourg in his arms. "Is it in your room?"
"No." Ébourg grabbed the front of Erik's shirt and said, "It is outside, but Peter said that I am not allowed to go outside alone, so can you accompany me?"
Erik paused in his steps. "Outside the school?"
Ébourg nodded.
Erik said, "But I can't leave the school now."
Ébourg put his mouth close to Erik's ear and whispered, "Let's go secretly."
Erik looked at Ébourg with interest. "You have a way to get out?"
Ébourg nodded heavily and said with a smile, "Then let's go."
The next moment, the two of them disappeared.
…
After finally talking to Pietro, Charles asked Hank to find Erik in the office. However, when Hank couldn't find him in the entire school, he hurried to the office alone.
"Erik and Ébourg are missing!"
And where were Erik and Ébourg now?
Erik held Ébourg in his arms and stood in the corner of the core laboratory of a military base. He looked at the special forces patrolling outside, looked down at the slippers on his feet, and looked at Ébourg faintly.
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