The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4732 X Royal Newcomer (1)

Chapter 4732 X Royal Family: New Life (Part 11)

"How did it go?" Stark asked with some concern from the living room. "Why did I suddenly call you over?"

“There was a problem with the professor,” Schiller said, “but it’s all right now.”

"It's related to the Shi'ar Empire, right?" Steve guessed right. He said, "I don't know if the Shi'ar Empire in this universe is too strong, or the one in our universe is too weak. I really didn't expect them to pose such a great threat to mutants."

“The mutants in our universe didn’t stay on Earth for long. They left before the solar system development program. Before that, humans didn’t have the capability to develop Sentinel robots, and there was no need to develop them afterward. So there’s no such thing as a weapon that can completely counter mutants,” Stark said.

“That’s true.” Steve nodded.

"Are those Sentinels really that powerful?" Matt frowned. He put down the dossier he was reading and said, "As far as I know, all three empires want to research weapons to deal with mutants; they're terrified of them. But so far, it seems no one has succeeded."

“Their level is not up to par,” Stark said, shaking his head. “I’m not referring to their technological level, but to their ability to develop weapons for the genocide of certain groups. They are far inferior to humans.”

"It's no exaggeration to say that if mutants were to turn against us now, and we didn't get involved, the human government could produce Sentinels within a few days, and they might even be stronger than those in this universe. Otherwise, why would the three great empires be afraid of humanity?"

The group clearly shared the same sentiment. Matt then added, "I just looked at the economic report for Clarkia Island, and guess what?"

The others looked at him, and Matt shook his head and said, "Right now, the main source of income for the entire Krakia is cryptocurrency."

"what?"

"what?"

"cryptocurrency?"

The others expressed shock. Schiller said, "I haven't had a chance to research this yet, I didn't expect you to have seen it first. But then again, they really don't have any real businesses, so they can only rely on the virtual economy."

"Yes, and their cryptocurrency servers and keys are all overseas. To be precise, on the mainland, not on the island."

“The risk is too high.” Although Stark wasn’t interested in finance, he was still a businessman. He said, “Stark Industries also holds virtual currency, which is part of our virtual assets. But the servers and keys are all stored in a secret vault in Asgard. Earth is like a sieve; it might leak out at any time. I don’t even trust S.H.I.E.L.D..”

“Then you really have to be worried.” Steve glanced at Schiller. “If you leave it with S.H.I.E.L.D., it might end up as part of their medical funding at any time.”

"What are you talking about? I would never take something without asking."

"Yes, you only leave others with no other choice."

The group laughed again. Schiller stood up to make coffee, and Matt said, "The situation in the solar system is bad right now. I'm worried they'll use the virtual assets of Clarkia Island to threaten the mutants."

“Threatening mutants?” Stark frowned. “Right now, it’s all mutants taking the brunt. Their field agents haven’t rested for days and nights, fighting along the Jupiter horizon. What more could the Earth government want?”

“Of course, they want two leaders to take action.” Steve was clearly more sensitive to this aspect. He said, “The Earth government hopes that this battle will further deplete the mutants’ strength. Although there are many mutants on the front lines, and they are strong enough, they are not their leaders after all.”

"But if the leader dies on the battlefield, the mutants will be more united, won't they?"

"That's true. However, the difference is that the mutants have two spiritual leaders. If one dies, the other will definitely avenge him. This creates an irreconcilable conflict between the mutants and the Shi'ar Empire, which will reduce the pressure on Earth."

“I see.” Stark lowered his eyes. “But now that we’re cooperating with China, virtual assets aren’t so important anymore, are they?”

“Even so, it’s still infuriating if it gets hacked or seized,” Matt said, shaking his head. “And because of our cooperation with China, the likelihood of us being sanctioned is much higher.”

“It seems the Shiar invasion has done absolutely nothing to unite the Earth.” Stark then looked at Schiller. “You may have wasted your time.”

“Using only virtual assets is already an improvement,” Schiller said, putting down his coffee. “You know, using the same methods as sanctioning other countries to sanction Clarkia is quite restrained. Their last step involved the Red Gate Orchid factory.”

“That’s true,” Matt said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sanctioning virtual assets isn’t such a big loss, it’s just a bit disgusting.”

“Besides, the mutants aren’t completely without options,” Schiller said, and everyone looked at him. Schiller continued, “The engineers involved in Project Redgateland are still on the island.”

"You mean exchanging hostages? But isn't it a bit wasteful to use these scientists to exchange for virtual assets?"

“Ordinary people can’t stay on Clarkia Island for long. The climate and energy field here will cause all sorts of problems. They will have to leave sooner or later. It’s not a bad deal to exchange such a group of people for some money.”

“I’m always worried that they’ll be hunted down after they go back.”

"So it depends on the mutants' choice. It might be a multi-party extradition plan."

Stark took a sip of coffee and said, "The Iron Man of this universe should take them down. Human scientists capable of researching the Redgate Orchid factory are absolutely top-notch; we can never have too many. ...Achoo!"

Stark sneezed after taking a sip of his hot coffee. He picked up a tissue and wiped his nose. Several people looked at him with concern, and Stark waved his hand, saying, "The coffee was probably too hot."

Schiller went over and closed the window. Before closing it, he glanced out the window; the weather was still not very good. Although it wasn't raining, it was always windy.

“Perhaps we should let the weather witch do it,” he said. “Staying in the shadows like this isn’t a solution. There are many things we can’t get done.”

Before he could finish speaking, the wind suddenly stopped. The howling wind and the trembling of the eaves disappeared, and everyone turned to look out the window and went to the window. On the distant, misty horizon, a tiny figure was trying to stop the storm.

The island quickly returned to calm, the clouds dispersed, and a ray of sunlight shone down. The royal court, washed clean by the rain, gleamed in the sunlight. The entire island turned emerald green.

Stark walked to the window, but as soon as he opened it, he sneezed again. His skin visibly reddened. Steve immediately nudged him gently and touched his forehead.

“You definitely have a cold,” Steve said. “You might also have a slight fever. We’ll need to take your temperature to find out more. I’ll go get a first-aid kit and wait here.”

Stark scoffed, turned to leave, but Matt grabbed his arm, pinned him to the ground with his hands behind his back, and said, "Don't run. You're the only ordinary person here, and you're the most vulnerable to this island. We have to make sure you're healthy."

Stark protested loudly, of course, but to no avail. He had no chance against Matt, who was trained in martial arts. And if the Jaeger were to be used, Schiller would have to resort to some unscientific methods to restrict him.

So he was half-dragged, half-pulled to the sofa and made to lie down. By this time, his face was burning red, and his overall condition had visibly deteriorated.

Matt quickly grabbed a towel to cool him down. Stark lay there, saying in a hoarse voice, "I don't understand why I caught a cold. I'm already wearing so many layers."

“It’s not necessarily related to the temperature.” Schiller sat down next to him, adjusted the towel, and said, “You were too tired recently, and suddenly relaxing makes you more susceptible to illness. Besides, this island is really not suitable for ordinary people, and you’re not wearing a mecha, so it’s normal for you to be affected.”

“Then why didn’t you remind me?” Stark complained a little. “If the other two Iron Men knew that they were fine fighting on the front lines while I caught a cold in the rear, I would be laughed at by the entire multiverse.”

Schiller smiled and said, "Let me remind you, you wouldn't want to wear a mech all the time. You'll just think I'm exaggerating. Don't I know you?"

Just then, Strange walked in. He had been in surgery for hours and showed no signs of fatigue. As soon as he entered, he saw Stark lying on the sofa. He looked him up and down and said, "Now you need to monopolize the entire sofa to assert your authority?"

“He’s sick,” Matt said as he walked back. “It’s probably a cold.”

Unexpectedly, Strange frowned deeply and said, "How did you catch a cold? Did you go for a walk in the storm?"

"How could that be?!" Stark raised his voice. "Why would I run out?"

Strange sat down next to him, looked at him, and said, “This island isn’t really for the average person. Especially not someone like you who doesn’t get enough exercise. I don’t mean going to the gym, but rather going to places with completely unfamiliar climates and environments that you rarely experience. Adaptability takes time to develop.”

Stark remained silent, perhaps because he was too speechless to speak. This kind of cold develops fever very quickly; in no time, Stark's skin became terribly hot.

“I need to get some medicine,” Strange sighed. “I’m going to the hospital.”

“No, I don’t need antibiotics,” Stark said. “I’ll be fine soon.”

Strange clearly found him somewhat unreasonable, ignoring him simply because he was sick. Schiller stopped him, saying, "Then don't prescribe antibiotics. Otherwise, his medical team might come after you."

"A bunch of bastards," Strange cursed as he turned and left.

Steve returned, bringing alcohol from the medical kit. Steve began wiping Stark's face and arms with the alcohol to help lower his fever. Stark, however, was burning a high fever, calling out Pepper and Morgan's names, and occasionally starting with each member of the Avengers.

“I wonder what he dreamed about,” Matt said in a low voice. “I bet it wasn’t anything good.”

“Perhaps we’re hunting him down,” Schiller guessed. “He always has these very bizarre dreams. Sometimes he can’t even explain why. His genius always manifests itself even more wildly in his dreams. One of his dreams can advance human technology by ten years.”

Just then, someone knocked on the door. It shouldn't be Strange, since he had just left. Schiller went to open the door, and to his surprise, it was Captain America from some unknown universe.

"Hello, are you available?" Captain America looked somewhat anxious. He said, "The situation on the front lines is not good, we need reinforcements."

“I’m sorry, but our friend is sick,” Schiller said. “We’re not saying we won’t help, but it may take some time to figure out who can help.”

Who is sick?

“Tony Stark, of course. An ordinary person can’t stay on this island forever. He has a high fever. Maybe he’ll be fine soon, maybe he won’t. We have to leave someone here to watch over him.”

"Okay, I completely understand, but please make sure to send someone over. Otherwise, the western front might really be lost."

"We will, we'll go right away."