Chapter 683 Encountering Legilimency, the disabled old man at the dance (1/2)

Chapter 683: Encountering Legilimency, the disabled old man at the dance

"Remember, the main sensor failed a little when it was above 40,000 feet, and there was also a problem with the case's pressurization. I think it might have been caused by ice." Tony said in the studio, facing the data panels that almost surrounded him.

“You are very observant, sir.

If you're interested in going into space, you're going to have to improve your shell materials. ” Artificial Intelligence Jarvis said.

"Contact Cisco and ask them to reselect the shell material to the gold-titanium alloy used by the Seraph tactical satellite.

It can not only meet the integration requirements, but also maintain its power-to-weight ratio, do you understand? "

"Yes sir.

Does the graph display according to the required specifications? "

"OK."

While Friday's graphics were generated on the screen, today's news played on the television.

“It’s brightly lit and bustling tonight.

Tony Stark's third annual charity ball for the Firefighter Family Foundation was held, bringing together the elite of high society and a star-studded..."

"Jarvis, are we invited?"

"No record of invitation received, sir."

Tony looked at the news and curled his lips. This news was really interesting. He didn't even know that he had held a dance.

It seems that it is necessary to show his face in front of the public, otherwise the rumors that he suffers from the sequelae of concussion will be confirmed.

"The renderings are finished, sir."

Tony looked at the screen and saw a set of pure gold Mark III armor, "Isn't this color too dazzling?"

"It's my fault. You've always been low-key and simple."

Tony took a sip of coffee and inadvertently glanced at the sports car with the color of Hellfire, "Let's do this, add a little sports car red."

“Okay, it goes well with your low-key image.

Coloring has been completed. "

After the words fell, the Mark III armor on the screen turned red and gold.

The color is still flashy, but a lot more plain than pure gold.

"This is much better, putting it together and painting it."

"Assembly is expected to be completed in five hours."

Stark looked at his watch. There was still time to attend the dance.

"By the way, help me contact Gaius."

"Okay, sir."

...

"Hello! Hello, Gaius Pepsi House."

"it's me."

"Stark?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "It's only been two days and you're in trouble? Are tens of millions of orders ready?"

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’m not in trouble at the moment.

Stark is hosting a charity ball, maybe you'll be lucky enough to attend. "

"I won't go." Aaron refused bluntly, "I'm still preparing for the store opening and promotion, so I don't have time for the moment."

"Are you still making preparations?"

"Thanks to the money you supported, I can expand the store a little and do some fine decoration.

Music performance, surgical anesthesia, psychological consultation, etc., these services will be opened soon. "

"There are quite a few people who know how to do it," Stark said somewhat unexpectedly.

"Thank you for the compliment."

“Then you really have to consider attending the dance, many high-ranking people will go.

You can send out business cards, which may help with your publicity. "

"A high-class person?" Aaron knocked on the newly purchased piano, pondered for a moment and then said, "Where exactly is it?"

"It's on the news. I can ask Happy to pick you up if necessary."

"No need, I will arrive in time." Aaron hung up the phone and added silently in his mind, "But it's not for publicity."

So far, his understanding of the world is still very one-sided.

On the one hand, he is busy preparing for his career, and on the other hand, he has set a persona for himself and will not expose his magical abilities easily.

He has only figured out one thing these days. Hell's Kitchen is a little more chaotic than he thought.

While taking a walk at night, he actually saw a blind man fighting with three gang members. What was even more outrageous was that the blind man actually won the fight.

He was sure that the blind man's other senses except his eyes were very sharp, and might not even be any worse than him. Fortunately, he should not have noticed him.

Tony Stark's invitation to the ball is a moderate opportunity for him. Contact with people in high society may make it easier for him to understand the world.

It doesn't matter if there is no gain, he will not lose anything.

Turning on the TV, I found the location of the dance on Channel 3.

"Upper society?" Aaron murmured, passed through a magic circle, and his casual clothes turned into an exquisite suit. "That should be enough, right?"

"Roar!" Abe raised his paw to show his presence, "Master, do you want to go out?"

"So be it!"

"I am coming too."

“No, it would be too conspicuous to take you there.

Stay at home, your life is a little more normal now, but cherish it, because once trouble comes, it will be difficult to stop. Aaron said, patted its head, fed Fox a chocolate cicada, and then walked out.

Riding a modified motorcycle, he drove all the way and arrived at the dance party more than an hour later.

"Aaron." Tony drove over just in time, "You're a little faster than I thought."

"Uh...I happened to be nearby when you called me."

"Yeah?"

"Otherwise?" Aaron asked confidently, "I can't ride a motorcycle several times faster than your sports car, right?"

"That's true." Tony shrugged, "Let's go and show you the world."

"No need, it's not like I haven't been to a dance before." Aaron waved his hand and complained silently in his mind: It's hard not to get attention following your theme.

The two stepped onto the red carpet, and Tony's every step was accompanied by flashing lights and screams. The arrival of the host seemed to add a bit of vitality to the party.

Aaron decisively separated from him halfway, and walked into the hall on his own while he was talking to his uncle Obadiah.

He casually ordered a glass of tequila at the bar, sat on a chair by himself, and silently watched the others dance.

The people in the upper class seemed no different. At least in his eyes, everyone was ordinary, and there was no such thing as a 'special' person.

"It's not in vain, at least you can drink a glass of wine." Aaron chuckled and shook his head. However, the moment his lips touched the cup, his fingers involuntarily paused for a moment.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed and drank the wine in the glass as if nothing had happened.

Just now, he sensed that someone was reading his thoughts, but he was good at Occlumency and deceived this round of 'Legilimency' with ordinary thoughts.

This time it really was not in vain, an ordinary charity party actually had such a person with super powers.

This person's telepathic ability is not generally powerful. He can easily invade other people's brains and even directly control others.

However, this approach is really rude.

Aaron's lips raised slightly, and he looked at the people at the party meaningfully.

That person is among them, and it may not be easy to find him without magic, but he still has some confidence in his ability to observe words and emotions.

At the same time, a woman in a red dress handed a glass of wine to a bald old man in a wheelchair.

"Qin, are you sure your induction is not wrong?"

"Professor, I'm very sure." Qin said seriously, "I really felt a familiar and friendly atmosphere in that boy.

I don't know how to describe it, but... it's like he's my kind. "

"Same kind?" The old man frowned slightly, "Just because of this, you begged me to explore his mind?"

"Professor, my telepathy is not as strong as yours."

"You are still young and need practice." The old man comforted kindly, "But it is really rude to break into other people's brains without their consent."

"That's why I beg you, you are more measured than me, aren't you?"

"From this perspective, you may be right."

"Is he then?"

"No, it's not." The old man shook his head, "I didn't feel the X gene in him. He is not a mutant."

"This is impossible." Qin Buzhi said, "I have never felt anything like this."

"Well..." The old man hesitated for a moment and looked at his student gently, "Is there such a possibility? Do you want to find a boyfriend?"

"Professor." Qin rolled her eyes, "This joke is not funny at all."

The old man was noncommittal. He had been young and knew what adolescence was.

That boy is indeed handsome, and it is human nature to attract girls as he was when he was young, but...

"Qin, logically I shouldn't interfere in your personal affairs.

But if you really have a crush on him, I suggest you think about it again.

From the outside, you seem to have good taste, but on the inside..."

"Professor, let me emphasize again, this is not what you understand." Qin interrupted angrily, "I don't even know him.

Wait, what do you mean by that? "

“I just probed his mind and inevitably found out what he was thinking.

Tonight is really not in vain...those girls are so on point. "

Qin:......

"Actually, I can understand why young people think this way." The old man smiled forcefully, "But this also proves that he is not as mature as he seems."

"Professor, I really didn't mean that."

"I believe."

Qin smiled bitterly and pushed the wheelchair around slowly and casually, "Professor, why do you want to attend such a charity party? Aren't we supposed to keep a low profile?"

The old man was silent for a while, with wisdom shining in his eyes, "Mutants are not well known now, but there are actually many people who know about us, but they and we both chose to hide it tacitly.

We weren't prepared, and neither were they, but sooner or later we were exposed to the public eye.

Being low-key is not a solution to a problem for us, it is just a way to avoid it.

As for why you attend such a party, you should think of it as preparing for the future and looking for people who may support us and have certain influence. "

Qin nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you for your hard work, Professor."

"It is my responsibility."

At the same time, Aaron's eyes moved little by little, and soon he found the old man sitting in the wheelchair and the woman pushing the wheelchair.

It's definitely them, no, although it might be someone else, these two are definitely not ordinary people.

Although the old man's legs were disabled, this look in his eyes was very familiar to him. He was simply a replica of Gandalf and Dumbledore.

No wonder the ancestors left admonitions not to deal with old people. It is better to keep away from such people.

As for the woman in the red dress... Aaron admitted that she was beautiful, but his instincts told him that this woman was very dangerous.

There seemed to be a volcano buried in her body, and once it completely erupted, the power released would be enough to destroy everything.

"Hiss! Don't mess with women or the elderly.

Until you don't have enough power, you'd better maintain your current personality. "Aaron thought secretly, and poured himself another glass of wine to calm down his shock.

"Gaius, I didn't expect to see you here."

puff!

Aaron couldn't help but spit out the drink in his mouth, because the person who said this was an agent, Phil Coulson.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Uh...it doesn't matter." Colson said nonchalantly, "I heard that you recently opened a store in Hell's Kitchen."

"Not yet! It will probably take some time before it can officially open."

"Gaius' Pepsi House." Colson asked with interest, "What does it do specifically?"

"Is this an interrogation by an agent?"

"No, this is just my personal curiosity."

‘I don’t believe it! ’ Aaron complained in his heart, but his face showed no signs of any strangeness, “I have the final say in my shop, and I will do whatever I know how to do.”

"for example?"

Aaron raised his fingers solemnly, "Catering, recuperation, medicine, weapon modification, astrology, psychological counseling, etc., etc., etc., I can do all of these."

Coulson blinked, "I can understand the rest, but weapon modification..."

"I am measured and my work will be within the scope of the law, and this is just my current thinking and has not been put into action."

"What about astrological divination?"

"I have been interested in divination since I was a child. Predicting the future is really cool, isn't it?

I officially came into contact with divination when I was thirteen years old. Although the results of divination were very different from what I expected, and the accuracy could not be guaranteed.

But who can tell whether you believe this or not? "

"I wonder if I'm lucky enough to experience it." Colson showed a kind smile, "Can you please do a divination for me?"

"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Aaron said embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter if it's not correct."

"No, Mr. Coulson, you misunderstand.

I need tools for divination, but I don’t have them with me now. "

"Crystal ball?"

"how do you know?"

"Guess." Colson said without blushing or out of breath. Surveillance is a hard thing to talk about!

"Mr. Colson, I suddenly discovered that you also have the potential for divination!" Aaron said half-jokingly, and then changed the subject, "But even if I have a crystal ball, I can't do divination for you, because one of my principles is to collect... Money takes care of things.”