The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  The trading day of the Star Club is once every three months, and it has been more than two months since the last trading day.

  The time does not conform to the rules, but considering that the warlock master just died, the Stars Association will usher in drastic changes and the fourth impact has already entered the schedule. Opening an internal grand meeting at this time is obviously effective in soothing people's hearts.

  However, two days later, when the tidy K team main force and the young K team entered the Fort of Stars, they found that the trading day this time was obviously not as lively as the previous one.

   Not only are there fewer stalls on the "hawker street" outside the castle, but even the booths reserved for middle and senior pioneers inside the castle are sparsely populated.

   This makes the base of the Stars Club, which was full of talents before, look somewhat "desolate".

   "Sure enough, people are panicked."

  Master Catwoman who was following Mason pouted and said:

   "It's like a tree falling down and a monkey scattered. When a warlock fell down, everyone felt the shock, so they hid in their dark cave and looked at the outside world in horror.

  Our colleagues are a bunch of cowards. "

   "Don't be so mean, Selena."

  Jack Kang grinned and retorted:

  "The trading day just officially opened tonight, and many people are waiting to see. The new leader just came to power, who knows his thoughts and actions. At this time, he will do more and make more mistakes. It is the right choice to keep a low profile.

  But I believe that no one with a brain will give eye drops to the new leader at this time, so I guess, it will be lively here at night.

   And it was much more lively than last time. "

   "So that's why you put cologne on yourself?"

  Barbara looked at Zha Kang who was hugging "little pet" Emilia with the eyes of a scumbag, pinched her nose and said:

   "How many bed partners are you planning to find for yourself tonight?"

   "How to talk!"

  Zha Kang snorted unhappily, straightened his collar, and the flamboyant man said solemnly:

   "This is a voluntary sacrifice for the K team to collect intelligence from all sides. This is a very noble sacrifice, and a little girl like you will not understand it.

   Tsk, thanks to Mason, we are now famous people.

  I don’t even need rhetoric, maybe I just need to show my identity, so that those lovely and powerful ladies and ladies can take the initiative to spread their legs in front of me. "

   "You better be quiet."

   Didn’t come to the trade fair last time, this is the first time the kiteman participated in this grand event poked Zha Kang’s shoulder and said in a low voice:

   "Although I don't know magic, I think the magic eyeball floating on your shoulder is not the power you released for yourself. If you don't want to be struck by a thunderbolt again, you'd better control your little brother."

   "Tch, I have a hundred ways to get around her surveillance"

  Zha Kang made a disdainful nasal sound from his nostrils, and he spoke very well, but in the end he didn't dare to reach out and brush away the eyeballs flying around his shoulders.

   "Let's move freely, everyone."

  Mason looked at the time on his watch, and said to the group of people beside him:

   "Remember to attend the ceremony held in the banquet hall on the third floor tonight. It is a grand event to celebrate the birth of a new batch of A-level members. We are also one of the protagonists, and the etiquette we should have is indispensable.

Two barrels, you take Damian and his little friends around Starsburg, and help the Elric brothers clean up the studio they left here, and move the equipment back to Oss after the closing ceremony Benta to go. "

"Um."

   Er Tong nodded.

  This cold-faced handsome guy rarely put on a handsome formal suit today. Although he is very low-key, he also sprayed some men's perfume on his body. He is looking for those Amazon female warriors who "tortured" him last time in the hall.

  He will not honestly let them "humiliate" this time, he will return ten times the humiliation imposed last time! Not only did I work hard to train my muscles and fight, but I also stole a lot of tactics against women from Zha Kang and Jack. This time I will never let myself fall into the position of weakness and humiliation again!

  Hehe, my second barrel is actually a very vengeful person!

  Mason pretended not to see the weird salty expression on Er Tong's face, dismissed his teammates and let everyone play by themselves, while he got on the elevator and went to the top floor to meet with his immediate female boss to discuss some business matters.

  The Grand Master's office has always been an important area in Starsburg, but Mason feels as often coming here as coming home.

  He pushed open the door of the hunter's office, and saw Ciri, who used to be dressed in hunting attire, was choosing her makeup for tonight in front of the mirror.

   But there is really nothing to choose.

  The great mentors all appear in the mystical style of masks + robes in internal meetings, which is in line with the way of action of secret organizations, and it is nothing more than the difference in the style of the cloak and robes.

  However, considering that Lord Ciri is also a lady, it is understandable to pay more attention to appearance and details than the stinky men.

   "Come here, help me choose a robe."

She said something to Mason without turning her head. The captain shrugged, stepped forward slowly and stood behind Ciri, looked at the two standing back and forth in the mirror, and put her hands on Ciri's shoulders. superior.

   He whispered:

   "Still calm?"

   "Are you expecting me to be uncool? Or do you want me to kiss you like Harley? Be serious! This is my office, not your bedroom."

  The female boss snorted angrily.

  She broke away from Mason's hand and picked up two robes and cloaks that were almost identical in style from the closet next to her, except for the slightly different patterns and shoulder embellishments. She put them in her hands, and gestured in the mirror again.

   "Which is better?"

   she asked.

  Mason took a look and shook his head, pulled out a chair and sat beside him, took out a slightly torn black robe from the closet, took out his tailoring tools and began to make the clothes for the female boss to attend tonight on the spot.

  His ten fingers disassembled the wool of the robe, and selected the silver-gray magic silk thread, and asked while making it with care like a craftsman:

   "It's been almost a week since Old Shazam took over the position of Grand Mentor. Have you guys discussed how to manage the Stars Club?"

   "This kind of thing does not need to be discussed at all."

  Hilary waved her hand, and a cup of hot coffee flew into her palm. She leaned against the table in front of the mirror, admiring Mason's posture when he was doing "handicraft work", and said like complaining:

   "The three of us are not the confidants of Your Excellency Fate, unless we change our attitude and actively move closer, we are doomed to be just three rubber stamps.

   Right now he can use the projection to move around, which means that he has his own ideas about the future planning of the Stars Club.

   Maybe the three of us are just too much.

   Actually, I have a feeling.

  He is waiting. "

  The hunter took a sip of coffee and said to his confidants:

   "Your Excellency Fate is waiting for the result of the fourth shock, and he is also waiting for the solution you will come up with in this crisis. He is well aware of the main contradictions and core problems.

   If you can't turn the tide when this shock occurs, maybe his attitude towards you will change. "

   “He’ll see me as a loser who doesn’t deserve attention.”

  Mason threaded the needles with great care, and embroidered a very artistic silver wolf head pattern on the black cloak with insanely elegant techniques.

  He focused on counting while keeping his brain running at a high speed while moving, and then analyzed to Shirley:

   "And now I doubt whether Lao Mo has met old A, maybe he has already known the agreement between me and old A about the impact solution.

   That cunning devil knows I'm not his trouble.

  At least before the old A and my grievances are over, he doesn't need to spend too much thought on targeting me.

  Currently, the primary problem that plagues Lord Fate is still the completion of its ongoing ‘transcendence’ under the circumstances of intensified shocks, which is the strategy it has been implementing for the past seventeen years.

  It is a very planned and organized life, we should trust its persistence in this aspect. "

"so what?"

   Ciri nodded and asked again:

   "Do you think Lord Fate is not our trouble for the time being?"

   "No, it's not my problem."

  Mason raised his head and glanced at Ciri, and said softly:

   "But you have to be careful.

  Although Lao Mo doesn't care about the loyalty of his subordinates, he will not tolerate blatant betrayal. You have to learn from the Ghost Knights on this point.

  Loyal, but only superficially loyal.

  Constraining this kind of rebel game to the level of conspiracy will be more in line with the preferences of the devils, so that they are willing to spend some time playing tricks on you.

   Instead of reckless direct confrontation.

  I am here this time to remind you, the swordsman and the wizard, to be 'behaved' during this time and not to provoke it.

   To put it simply, continue with what you did before, temporarily forget about Team K’s actions, and devote all your energy to dealing with the fourth shock.

   Of course, you can't be a puppet in advance. "

The master tailor stood up, picked up the cloak he had repaired, motioned for Ciri to stand up straight and raised his arms like a professional tailor, and stroked the cloak on her shoulders and waist, then picked up the tailor's ruler, squatted The lower body measured the size that needed to be modified next to Ciri's long legs.

   "The boots are off, your shoes don't match this mystic-style robe, I'll pick you a pair of high heels later."

  He gave such an order, and the tone of the micro-strip order did not give the hunter a chance to refute. After Ciri blushed slightly and took off his boots, he stood on the ground barefoot and let Mason measure the size like a model.

   Mason, who entered the working state, didn't care much about the changes in the external atmosphere. He said casually:

   "Because old A has not officially turned against me, I then asked him to allocate more transfer gates and other resources as reserves in the name of dealing with the shock.

   There are not many existing parallel worlds.

  Although it is not yet time to completely solve the problem, from our standpoint, let’s save one more if we can.

  It just happened to be able to take this opportunity to reset the majesty of the three mentors in the Gathering of Stars, just like what we did in the pirate world. This kind of large-scale collective action can always unite people's hearts.

  After Warlock fell from power, the forces belonging to him scattered like birds and beasts. Now is the time when fish and dragons are mixed, and the 'fish pond' needs to be cleaned up.

  Those obedient and rescued fish were fished into the new pond, and the hopeless ones could be 'released'

   Hold still, measure the size! "

   Ciri twisted her waist uncomfortably, because Mason took off her hunting vest and was measuring her waist. The contact between her fingers and the skin made her a little embarrassed.

  But as soon as he moved, he was scolded by the little tailor, and had to maintain his posture.

  She felt a little hot, and her cheeks turned redder, so she changed the subject and said:

   "You mean, take advantage of the opportunity to clean up those pioneer teams that don't conform to our style? Send them into the high-risk world"

   "Well, that's what I mean."

  The tailor took note of the size, returned to the chair, took out the leather and began to make accessories for Ciri and repair the boots. He said:

   "Just like you used to send those disobedient guys out as cannon fodder, this time it will be done on a larger scale but more in line with the rules.

   It is best to communicate with the old Shazam in advance.

  It wouldn’t be a bad thing if the old wizard could be persuaded to select some innocent ronin to take this opportunity to join the stars.

  Although we are not fellow travelers yet, the more potential collaborators, the better. "

   "Speak slowly, I'll make a note."

   Barefooted, Shirley walked to his desk, picked up his notebook and wrote down what Mason had just said, and then looked back at his "external brain", hoping to hear more useful suggestions.

  Mason thought for a while, then said:

   "If you have time recently, go to Night City in Mikoshi World, find a prosthetic doctor named 'Fire Stealer' in Little Chinatown in Watson District, and ask him to help you back up your consciousness data."

"ah?"

  Hiri looked at Mason in surprise, and said:

   "That thing is useless to me, the power of Your Excellency Fate has penetrated into my soul, making me unable to be analyzed by means of data transcoding"

   "If you are told to go, go."

  Mason waved his hand, Master Hunter curled his lips and said:

   "Okay, I'll go there sometime, anything else?"

   "Yes, come and try on clothes."

  The captain stood up and opened the robe and cloak that he had altered in his hand.

The pure black cloak is made of high-quality wool and hangs down to the ground, with a pattern of silver wolf heads on the shoulders. Mason also made an elf-style cloak buckle for it, and used it to extend from the waist of the cloak to the **** stock. Admonitions in Elvish are embroidered with golden thread.

   It looks mysterious, chic and beautiful. It's hard to imagine that it was a damaged piece of clothing that needed to be thrown away more than ten minutes ago.

   "Is my craft not bad?"

  Mason smiled proudly at Ciri, who also nodded and stepped forward to put the cloak on his hunting suit, but was stopped by Mason.

  He looked critically at Ciri up and down, and said:

   "Are you going to wear this inside? I modified the robe for you according to your body size! You can disrespect my strength, but you can't disrespect my craftsmanship."

"you mean"

   Ciri looked at Mason, her heart beating out of rhythm.

   Under the stern gaze of the captain, she bit her lip and took off her hunting coat, leaving only the close-fitting vest.

   "Take off."

  Mason shook his head and said in a very professional tone:

   "Otherwise, the unsightly outline will be highlighted outside the cloak, affecting the overall appearance. The clothes I make for ladies cannot be wasted like this."

   "Don't go too far!"

  Master Hunter was a little ashamed, but under Mason's silent gaze, she finally took over the close-fitting vest, and then let Mason put the cloak on her underwear-only body.

  The waist reflects the elegant silhouette, making this cape more like a long black dress.

   "Look, how beautiful it is."

  Mason stood behind Ciri, looked at her in the mirror and untied her long silver hair coiled up over her shoulders, and then put her hands on the contour of her waist.

  Ms. Ciri in the mirror was flushed all over her face. Although she was still wearing close-fitting clothing so that she would not be exposed, for a demon hunter, this situation without external armor protection was no different from being naked.

  She looked at herself in the mirror, watching Mason's hand resting on her waist and sliding up, as if a skilled tailor was checking her excellent work at the end.

  Her breathing became rapid.

  Finally, he turned his head and raised his swan-like neck under Mason's smiling gaze. The little tailor lowered his head and touched the cold but soft lips again.

  She felt like a female animal that had fallen into a hunting net, sinking bit by bit in the net that the vicious hunter kept tightening.

  The office was silent.

  The extremely clean marble floor was scattered with faded hunting armor, and the barefoot silver-haired lady was hugged in her arms. She closed her eyes and felt her heartbeat in a panic and enjoyed this rare peace.

"Snapped"

  The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and there was a loud noise, making Ciri instinctively want to pull back, but Mason's hands firmly wrapped around her waist, making her unable to break free.

   Or are you unwilling to break free?

   "Are you ready? Old Shazam asked us to go over and talk to him about tonight's uh. What are you doing?"

  Wrapped in a black robe and holding a mask, the swordsman broke into the office and saw the scene in front of her. She froze with her eyes wide open, and then showed a happy expression.

   grinned and said:

   "Hey, I'm sorry, I should have knocked on the door first, you go ahead, I won't disturb, I'm leaving first, obviously I came at a bad time."

   "No, you came just in time."

  Mason let go of Ciri.

  Master Hunter's heartbeat has reached a limit, making it doubtful whether her heart will burst in the next moment. The tailor picked up the tool in his hand, looked back at the stunned swordsman, and said critically:

   "Are you going to wear this to attend tonight's ceremony? Why don't you go there wearing a rag like a tramp? I'm not talking about you. You're a girl anyway, can you be more particular.

  Come here, I'll fix your robe for you. "

  (end of this chapter)