Planeswalker in Marvel

"Who's eavesdropping?"

Ruolington slapped the table and stood up with a bad expression.

Has the naval headquarters been converted into a public square? How come individuals can come in and visit?

What about the guards downstairs?Is it just decoration or blindness, or is it too boring on a rainy day, so I go home early to warm up in bed?

Is it difficult to report it?

What if the outsiders were as shady as Sparrow... Wouldn't this be deceiving?

While Ruolington was making random guesses, the door was pushed open and a slightly short man with fair and tender skin walked in.

Ruolin dared to swear on the candlestick that he did not know the other party.

However, it is not difficult to tell from the other party's dress that this guy may be from the empire.

Well, he is still a noble...

This was great. When he secretly visited the pirates, he was caught by the nobles. The situation was always embarrassing.

Ruolin, who had a premonition that he was about to be 'retired', was heartbroken, and his face was as black as black as if ink was dripping from it.

There is no need to think about killing and silencing him. Since the other party can quietly walk into the commander's office, it is enough to prove that he is not a soft persimmon.

He couldn't hold it anyway.

Why don't you kill people and silence them? How could a promising future be such a waste?

I feel so wronged and want to lose a lot of blood...

Ruolington, who was about to have a myocardial infarction, picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp, then slammed the tea cup on the desk:

...Madan, after all, it's all the fault of the patrolling soldiers. If you only have snacks, there are so many bad things... I have decided to go back and shoot these gangsters who have neglected their duties a hundred times... ..

On the side, Sparrow froze when he saw an acquaintance pushing in the door. He reached out and gently rubbed the brand on his right hand, and said in a strange tone: "Hey, why did the voice sound so familiar? It turns out to be you... It's really Long time no see, Mr. Beckett,"

"My lord, please call me your lord,"

Beckett pointed to the wig on her head, indicating that she was not wearing the wig to keep warm, but that she had successfully entered the upper class and was a proper aristocrat.

...Gee, wearing a wig makes you a noble?So what does it mean if I wear diapers?Minor? ....

Sparrow curled his lips and glanced at the line of musketeers outside the office.

Don't ask, these big-headed soldiers are definitely Beckett's thugs.

Sparrow, who had a premonition that it would be difficult to escape from the front door, thought for a while, carried the wine bottle, twisted his voluptuous waist and walked to the window sill. He looked at the height and calculated whether it would be exciting to jump off the building. He introduced Ruolington:

"This newly-minted noble gentleman works for the East India Company and is a veritable bastard... Just a reminder, this guy is not in the same system as you, so you can always keep your heart in mind and eat and drink when you should. drink...."

"By the way, this handsome guy and I once had a friendship that is engraved in our hearts, the kind where we exchanged indelible marks on each other..."

Having said this, Sparrow sat down on the window sill, looked at Beckett affectionately, and said: "Dear, for my sake, don't cause trouble for Ruolington, okay..."

Before Beckett could say anything, Ruolington took a breath: Hey, I'll be nice...

I didn't expect that Beckett, who seemed fair and clean, would be so good at it.

The world is really chaotic.

What's even more unexpected is that the seemingly sloppy Sparrow actually has such an unknown secret love history.

Who can believe it?

Especially since this secret history is a love drama between a man and a man.

This, this, is simply more exciting than sitting in the theater and watching a play.

only.....

Ruolington has a little question.

How do men and women leave marks on each other?Should he tattoo the other person's name on his heart, or on his... secret lower body?

I'm very curious... With the fire of gossip raging, Ruolington felt as if his chest was about to be burned, and his eyes even turned on the X-ray function, patrolling Sparrow and Beckett back and forth, looking for the secret and Evocative evidence of love.

Beckett knew that Sparrow was twisting the facts and throwing dirty water on him, and he was really angry.

However, his family knew what he was capable of, and with his terrible martial arts skills, he couldn't beat Sparrow.

Nothing.

Beckett narrowed his sharp eyes, as if cutting Sparrow to pieces with his eyes.

As for explaining the reason to Ruolington... forget it, some explanations are just demonstrations and cannot be explained clearly.

Having said that, the unbearable past between him and Sparrow...don't mention it.

I will cry if I continue.

"Hoo~breath~"

Beckett, who tried his best to suppress his violent temper, took a few deep breaths. After he calmed down a little, he pointed at Sparrow with his chin, and arrogantly ordered the soldiers: "Catch him..."

After a pause, Beckett, who planned to make Sparrow unable to survive or die for the rest of his life, gritted his teeth and added: "Catch him alive..."

"Bye bye..." Sparrow had expected this, threw the bottle at the soldier, waved goodbye to Beckett, then turned over and jumped off the window sill.

As for whether you will die if you jump off a building, let’s find out.

You won’t die anyway, so you can just have fun.

And since becoming immortal, Sparrow said that his waist and legs no longer hurt, and he could go up to the 8th floor in one breath without taking a breath.

I'll go... Ruolington was so frightened by Sparrow's bravery that he trembled all over. Then he walked quickly to the window sill to look for 'Sparrow Brand Meat Sauce' and said in admiration: "Mr. Beckett, you are a man enough." You are so wild, you dare to jump down here... Do you think love is not worth lingering on, and you would rather die than turn back... Or have you made up your mind that you will take care of me for the rest of my life when I can't take care of myself?"

Beckett was trembling with anger.

If I weren't worried about the aristocratic demeanor, I would really want to point my finger at Ruolington and scold him: Damn it, please explain, what does 'your man' mean...

Ruolington, who was outspoken, brushed aside the soldier who was trying to suppress his laughter. Realizing that he had caused trouble, he smiled and gave Beckett an apologetic look.

Originally, underground love affairs were kept hidden from the light, but this time it was great, when someone said it, everyone present knew about it.

It is estimated that in a few days, the emperor will go crazy with rumors that Beckett is a man, that he likes men, and...

By the way, is Beckett married? If so, there might be a fire in the backyard.

I guess if I don't spend 500 taels of silver to comfort 'Mrs. Beckett', the fire in the backyard will never be extinguished.

"Ah?!..."

Suddenly, Ruolington rubbed his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, pointed at the looming figure in the mist, and said incredulously: "Lord Beckett, your man... er, no, Sparrow is still alive and kicking. Alive...."

"Impossible," Beckett retorted without thinking, but her feet didn't obey her orders and she walked towards the window sill.

The window sill overlooking the panoramic view of Port Royal is probably high enough for a patient with acrophobia to lie directly in the ICU emergency room after just one glance.

In his impression, although Sparrow was not afraid of heights, in the final analysis, a cunning fox was just an ordinary person, so there was no reason why he could not fall to his death.

If life is really tough, it would be reasonable to break a leg.

Can....

Beckett stared blankly at Sparrow, who not only did nothing wrong, but actually blew him a kiss.

When Sparrow's figure disappeared into the mist, Beckett slapped himself.

"Crack~"

Hiss~ It hurts...

Beckett rubbed his swollen cheeks and fell into confusion: It hurts, which means it's not a dream... But what happened just now?Sparrow evolves into Superman?There's no reason, it's unscientific...

When Ruolington saw that Beckett was regretting himself for not being able to talk to Sparrow at night, he quietly distanced himself from Beckett:

He also said he was not your man and even blew me a kiss. Did he have to be caught in bed before he would admit it? .... Noble, haha, if you dare to do it but dare not admit it, I despise you...

Also, I’d like to remind you, I’m not your type, don’t get into my bowl...

Beckett, who understood Ruolington's explanation, only felt pain in his liver: Madan, it's endless, isn't it...

"cough~cough~"

Beckett coughed dryly, skipped the sensitive topic, took out a document from his arms and handed it to Ruolington, and said seriously: "This is the arrest warrant issued by the Queen..."

As he spoke, Beckett glanced at the soldiers behind him.

The soldier said nothing, silently took out the shackles and stood behind Ruolington.

"The crime is..." Ruolington didn't even look at the arrest warrant and said thoughtfully: "Impersonating the Queen's name and forging a pardon?"

"Yeah," Beckett shrugged.

Ruolington smiled slightly, sat back at his desk, and calmly made tea, saying: "First, you can't have evidence about the amnesty order...Second, except for the arrest warrant, there is nothing in your arms There is also a pardon from the Queen..."

After making two cups of tea, Ruolington stretched out his hand to invite Beckett to sit down and talk slowly. He smiled and said, "Don't doubt why I guessed this... It's very simple. The Ruolington family has great influence in the UK." It’s not a small thing, even if there is no evidence, you can’t put me in jail by falsely accusing me...Secondly, the gadgets I sent to my hometown have been signed for..."

Beckett nodded and said: "If the gadget you are referring to is a magic prop, I can tell you clearly that it was indeed signed for. It's a pity... the confidentiality work is not in place. Now many senior officials know about it."

Give way?House thief? ... Ruolington was silent for a while and continued: "Unless the patriarch is kicked in the head by a donkey, he will not give up the opportunity of the family's rise for the sake of the queen... And I, as the relationship between the family and the mage, Qiao, do you think the value of my existence is to give up as soon as I give up?"

At the end of the sentence, Ruolington typed the arrest warrant and said firmly:

"So I guess there is an amnesty order behind this arrest warrant. Its purpose... I guess the Queen guessed that I knew a 'wild' mage and wanted to force me to make a connection and make him loyal to the royal family..."

After a pause, Ruolington stared directly at Beckett and said in a low voice: "Perhaps you and the East India Company behind you guessed that I still have a batch of magic props on hand and want to use an arrest warrant to force me to hand it over. Or Or they want to bypass me and talk to the mage directly."

Beckett's face gradually stiffened.

The color of my underwear is clearly visible, so how can I play with it...

After thinking for a long time, Beckett took out a few documents from his arms and said, "Let's talk frankly..."

"This one is your amnesty order... This one is an unsigned amnesty order, you can rest assured to write it on the reward order... As for the last one, it is...'private plundering license', Also unsigned.”

Ruolington glanced at the 'Private Permit' and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's simple. I want to meet this 'wild' mage."

Beckett said in a tone that could not be refused.