Magneto listened to Raven's words, his heart filled with helplessness and bitterness.
Raven finally stopped laughing, looking at Eric's troubled face, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and she said with some relief,
"Eric, you've changed. The old you, if he knew Lorna existed, would most likely ignore her, and with a small probability, he would forcibly make her join the Brotherhood.
Instead of being like this now, like an old father who is helpless when he sees his rebellious daughter."
"Yes, because with the King here, I can put down the burden of my race and cast aside past hatred.
I only need to advance according to the King's commands. The King will lead us to prosperity, and I firmly believe in this."
Eric raised his glass, his eyes filled with determination and reverence, and clinked it with Raven's.
"To the Demon King!"
"To the Demon King!"
"To the Demon King!!!"
Eric's passionate voice echoed in the air, and some Mutants below heard his shouts, raising their glasses or hands, their faces beaming with fanaticism and piety.
The shouts rose and fell, converging into a torrent in this luxurious hotel, as if they could break through all obstacles and surge towards an unknown yet hopeful future.
Once everything settled, Raven suddenly thought of something and asked, "Does Jenna know about Lorna?"
"...Not yet."
"Nina and Lorna, who is the older sister?"
"...Nina, no, Lorna."
"Are you sure there are no other children?"
"..."
Eric fell silent, this question leaving him momentarily speechless.
He really wasn't sure. He was also a man, and he had many lovers over the years. Who knew if he had left behind any more bloodlines in some unwitting moment?
Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"And..." Raven was about to ask something else when her chair lifted her into the air, and with a whoosh, she landed on the first floor.
Eric looked at the wine glass in front of him, lost in thought.
No way...
In a corner of the lobby.
"Logan, I'm not bad-looking, marrying me isn't a loss, why won't you agree?"
The White Queen looked at Wolverine, her exquisite face showing a hint of annoyance.
Her graceful figure, accentuated by a long white dress, appeared even more slender and charming.
At this moment, a group of Mutants surrounded them, some looking at the White Queen with envious eyes, others casting jealous and resentful glances at Wolverine.
The White Queen was well-known among Mutants; she possessed a beautiful appearance, powerful strength, and was an Omega-level Mutant.
In the past, half of the people in the Hellfire Club were there for the White Queen, but unfortunately, no one had managed to win her affection until now.
Now, the rose they longed for had run into a wolf's mouth, and the wolf wouldn't even eat it.
"Why are you bothering me?"
Wolverine also looked helpless, irritably scratching his hair.
This woman had been pestering him for a long time, but he simply didn't want to get married; he just wanted to live freely.
"Of course, it's because I like you. No matter what, you're signing this marriage agreement today."
The White Queen slapped a marriage agreement on the table, crossing her arms, looking determined to succeed.
After joining the Demon Group, the White Queen truly understood how good the benefits were.
There was no need to mention various basic salaries, as she had no shortage of those.
The key was the internal goods within the Demon Group; those were truly tempting, with various abilities available for purchase, as well as high-tech products.
Unfortunately, some goods had level requirements, especially the anti-aging potion.
Although she looked young and beautiful, she was actually almost a hundred years old.
She maintained her appearance solely through her superpower, but only the exterior was maintained; her internal body still aged.
To become a core member, one either had to make significant contributions or accumulate ten million contribution points.
All of these methods took too long.
Coincidentally, the White Queen heard about a shortcut.
Marrying a core member, and of course, being the first to marry, so as not to exploit a bug.
But among the people she could access, there were only three core members: an old man, a bald man, and Logan.
As long as she married him, she could use Logan's account level.
Why not just ask Logan to help her buy it?
First: The Demon Group was still in its early stages and already had so many good things, its future development was immeasurable.
Second: Logan's appearance also fit her aesthetic.
The White Queen was calculating her own little plan, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that marrying Logan was a good choice.
"Logan, just agree to me, there are so many benefits." The White Queen softened her tone, trying to persuade Wolverine.
Wolverine remained unmoved, "Don't waste your breath, I won't just get married for these reasons."
The White Queen bit her lip, "Then what exactly will it take for you to agree? I'm already being so humble."
"I know your purpose. If you want the potion, prepare the contribution points, and I'll sell it to you at cost."
Wolverine stood up, preparing to leave.
"How did you know?"
The White Queen was surprised; she hadn't told anyone about this, and to outsiders, she had suddenly become infatuated with Logan.
"Just a hunch. Besides, the anti-aging potion only came online a few days ago, and you immediately came to ask for marriage. Your intention is too obvious. Since we're companions, I can help you buy it. Don't disturb my drinking anymore."
Logan finished speaking and left without looking back.
Only the White Queen remained stunned in place. After a while, a captivating smile curled on her lips.
"Logan, you just wait!"
The next day.
Suffocation.
Discomfort.
Silence.
Unable to move.
This feeling was like returning to the place where Odin had sealed her.
Hela suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of panic still lingering in them.
Looking around, Nina was locked around her neck, resting on her shoulder.
Penny was sleeping soundly, her head on Hela's stomach.
Xiao Yu was hugging her leg.
Several people were sprawled out, sleeping haphazardly.
"Such terrible sleeping habits."
Hela sighed, gently freed herself, and walked outside.
It was still barely dawn, and few people were awake.
Hela came to the door, feeling the cool breeze from the sea. Although her divine power was sealed, it was still nice to be away from the dead silence of Hel.
The sea breeze brushed against her face, stirring her hair. She slightly narrowed her eyes, enjoying this moment of peace and freedom.
Whoosh!
Hela's ears twitched slightly; it was the sound of a weapon cutting through the air.
Following the sound, Hela walked to the back of the house.
Arriving at an open grassy area, she saw Damian training with a small katana.
The weapon whistled as he swung it through the air, as if he were fiercely fighting an invisible enemy.
Sweat poured down his face like rain, indicating that he had been training for quite some time.
Suddenly, Damian's wrist ached, and the katana flew out of his hand.
Damian watched the katana fly towards the figure in the corner, startled.
"Watch out!"
Hela tilted her head slightly, dodging the blade, then effortlessly caught the hilt with an upraised hand, casually performing a few blade flourishes.
"A nice toy. Little one, what are you playing?"
Hela asked with interest.