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Chapter 105 There is a beauty of going home

"So this is a school dedicated to training magicians?"

Steve followed Ian, watching the mystics who were hurrying to and fro, trying to catch more news.

He accepted the world he was in 60 years later, but still instinctively treated the people and things around him in the way of the army.

"You won't get any news about this place from me or other mystics."

Ian saw through his thoughts at a glance and reminded him not to waste his efforts.

Mystic mages have been trained for a long time, regardless of their strength, the observance of this principle has been engraved in their bones.

"Uncle, Brother Ye, we are going to New York, how do you feel?"

Unlike Steve's dominance, Ian's attitude naturally softened when he saw Gai Nie and Ye Lingyun.

Ge Nie looked at Ian with a smile on his face, and replied: "I also really want to see what a city supported by steel looks like, and see how people live in this era?"

"I have no interest in this world. Only by meeting a few masters can I feel more comfortable physically and mentally."

Ye Lingyun moved his body, in this strange world, he wanted to challenge those real strong men.

"You can go to the venerable and ask him to send you to Asgard, where there are ships that can sail in the universe."

Ian has learned the supernatural energy, and has no intention of restraining Ye Lingyun.

"Forget it, seeing how weak you are, I will travel to the universe after you can arm yourself!"

Ye Lingyun waved his hand and found a reason for himself.

Ian saw that he was obviously worried about himself but unwilling to speak out, smiled and shook his head, didn't say anything else, and waited for Modu and the others to meet up.

Gai Nie and Ye Lingyun both have introverted and arrogant personalities. He is as kind to Ian as he is to Steve, and he refuses to even glance at them.

"You guys are really fast."

Modu came over with a team of Karma Taj's mystics. Seeing Ian's resolute actions, he treated them a little better.

Ian replied with a smile: "I can't wait to get in touch with this world!"

Modu led everyone to the portal leading to the New York Temple, and said at the same time: "Then you'd better not have unrealistic expectations for this world, or you will be disappointed."

"We all know what America looks like."

Ian spread his hands and followed Mordo through the mirror-like portal: "I don't have any illusions about the 'Leader of the Free World'.

Even if the Soviet Union collapses, it can still leave behind some fighters for the world.America is dead and there will be nothing but wars and greedy finance capitalists. "

"Ian, I don't agree with you." Steve protested loudly: "The United States defeated the fascist country for the people of the world. Your evaluation is too unfair."

Ian did not turn his head, and replied loudly: "Before World War II, in order to digest the industrial output that the United States could not digest itself, major companies such as Carnegie and Ford sent industrial products such as steel, oil, and rubber to Germany and Japan."

"It can be said that without the commercial exchanges between the United States, the largest industrial country, and Germany and Japan, these two countries would never have branched off so quickly."

Of course, if the American industry did not send its excess products to overseas markets at that time, it would be the United States itself that exploded.

But Ian said this just to put a nail in Steve's head, so that he wouldn't be fooled by the military and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Obviously, the U.S. military does not teach political economy. Steve wanted to refute it, but he couldn't come up with any evidence for a long time.

But he wasn't convinced, but held back his breath for the time being, and wanted to go to the library to collect more evidence to refute him.

Ian didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the future is long. As long as he is tied by his side, he can always defeat the day of his worldview.

"Modo, Ian!"

Casillas, as a mage stationed in the New York Temple, came to meet the supporting mystics.

"Mo Du, you have caused me a lot of trouble this time."

Casillas pretended to complain: "There are more vampires in New York City than rats in the sewers now, and I hear that Deacon Frost is even going to make a sacrifice."

"Because of this, we have to quickly swing our iron fists, pull all these beasts hiding in the gutters into the sun, and sweep them all clean."

Modu was jealous, clenched his fists and said.

"I knew you would say that." Now Casillas is still a dedicated mystic, and he hates dark creatures a little bit.

"I got people in touch with the famous vampire hunter. It is said that they have secret information in their hands."

"Let ordinary people participate?" Mo Duyou wanted to refuse at the time, but he still chose to listen.

Casillas understood the old-fashioned character of the big brother, and directly introduced: "Abraham Whistler is a vampire hunter who has been practicing for 40 years, and he has connections with the mystics outside.

The Hunter, nicknamed the Blade Warrior, is a special existence of the half-human half-vampire class.

Strictly speaking, touching them is not against the commandments. "

"Okay!" Modu didn't insist.

Ian took the initiative to stand up and said, "Leave this matter to me!"

"Uncle Ka, I asked Uncle and Brother Ye to stay. If you need anything, you can ask them to help you. You're welcome."

"Of course it's better if you're willing to help."

All mystics know that Ian and Gu Yi have signed a covenant of mutual assistance.

Ian took the address and a hanging ring from Casillas, and then pulled Steve out of the New York Temple.

Blade and his old partner live in an abandoned garage in Hell's Kitchen.

Ian has heard the name of Hell's Kitchen for a long time, and wants to see how it compares to Gotham, so he takes Steve for a walk.

"What are you pulling me for?" Steve didn't want to be led by the nose by Ian.

Ian used the cash that Alfred gave him, bought two hot dogs at the entrance of the sanctuary, gave one to Steve, and said, "I'm giving you a chance! You can find any way to contact your old man." I won't stop you, friend."

Steve looked at the strange high-rise buildings around him, and said depressingly, "I don't belong to this world anymore."

"Then you are wrong, the world is very tolerant of you."

After Ian ate the so-so hot dog, he took Steve to Hell's Kitchen by subway.

On the way, Steve's appearance and the vibrating gold shield on his back attracted the attention of many people, and many people came to take photos with him.

Ian didn't stop him either, and when he got to the station, he pushed him away from the crowd and returned to the street.

"My God, I thought the world had forgotten me?"

Although Steve wasn't tired, there was still fine sweat on his forehead.

"Your image can sell cultural products of hundreds of millions of dollars or more every year around the world. No matter who gets the money, the other party hopes that you will be immortal!"

Ian deliberately bit the last four words deeply as a mockery.

Steve ignored the ridicule, followed Ian's footsteps, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that someone will notice me after you swaggered through so many subway stations with me?"

"So what if you noticed it? So what if they came to the door?"

With his hands behind his back, Ian said nonchalantly, "I've offended the whole New York City by making me unhappy!"

"We have arrived."

Steve shook his head and stopped arguing with him, his eyes were drawn to Hell's Kitchen.

Looking at those low-rise bungalows, the rubbish on the corner, and the skinny and deformed homeless, he seemed to have returned to the United States during the Great Depression.

"It's ironic. Looking at these people, I feel like I'm home."

Steve shook his head sadly.

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