Clow Card Magician in Marvel

At the same time, in the chairman's office of the Osborne Building, Norman Osborne was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the neatly parked school buses of Midtown Middle School under the building, and the Students from Midtown Middle School lined up to enter the building.

Sir, are you looking for the young master? Butler Warren quietly walked into the office and asked Norman Osborne with a smile.

Of course not. Norman Osborne raised his head and looked at the blue sky quietly: I'm just a little tired, so I just looked at the scenery outside.

Hahaha, since you said yes, then yes. The smiling Butler Warren noticed the half piece of cake placed on the desk.

It was yesterday evening. Young Master Harry brought him back from the dessert shop outside school. It seemed that someone was saying that he didn't like cakes yesterday.

Under Butler Warren's narrow gaze, Norman Osborne could no longer stand. He walked back to the desk and sat on a chair.

So Warren, what's the matter with you coming here? Norman Osborne asked Butler Warren.

Nothing. Butler Warren said with a smile, I just came to tell you that the young master and his friends have entered the building.

Oh, is it just this little thing? Norman Osborne pretended to be calm and looked at Butler Warren: You don't need to come and tell me about such a little thing.

Probably. Butler Warren shrugged, looking at Norman's uncomfortable look, and bowed slightly: Sir, I'll go out first.

Huh - Norman Osborne nodded. After watching Butler Warren walk out of the office, he loosened the tie around his neck and slowly looked at the half piece of cake on the desk. superior.

A cake that makes people feel happy.

And inside the Osborne Building, Harry was holding Peter's shoulders, complaining unwillingly.

Obviously that cake is indeed delicious, but yesterday my father said that as a member of the Osborne family, he should not take the leftovers home. This is an insult to the Osborne family, and he said that I really It’s a disgrace to the Osborne family!”

Peter smiled bitterly and patted Harry on the shoulder: It sounds like Mr. Norman did go a bit too far.

Let's not talk about him. Harry took a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely let out the pent-up energy in his heart. He adjusted his mood, turned to Peter and asked, What about you? What did Aunt May and Uncle Ben say after you brought the cake back yesterday?

This time it was Peter's turn to grimace: At least Aunt May and Uncle Ben were happy before I told them the price.

Peter took out a wad of dollars from his arms. Under Harry's doubtful eyes, Peter handed the money to him: Uncle Ben said, if this cake is cheaper, they can accept it, but it's more than six hundred dollars. Harry, if you pay for the cake, that's not what friends should do.

But, Peter!

Harry originally wanted to refuse, but Peter directly interrupted what Harry wanted to say next.

Even if you're Harry Osborn!

These are Uncle Ben's exact words, Harry. Peter looked at Harry and said seriously: I think what Uncle Ben said makes sense.

Okay. Harry was silent for a while, looking at Peter's rare serious look, and sighed deeply, knowing that no matter what he said at this time, Peter would not be able to give up his idea.

Okay, then I'll accept the money. Harry took the money from Peter, folded it and put it into his inner pocket.

Master Harry. Butler Warren, who was quietly observing the scene not far away, came out.

Mr. Warren. Harry was obviously a little surprised after seeing Butler Warren: Why are you here?

Because I knew that Master Harry was visiting the company today, I came over in advance to greet you, Master Harry. Butler Warren said with a smile.

Peter. Harry put his arm on Peter's shoulder and introduced him: This is our old butler Mr. Warren.

Mr. Warren, this is my friend and classmate, Peter.

Hello, Mr. Warren, I am Peter Parker, you can call me Peter. Peter looked at the old but energetic Mr. Warren in front of him and took the lead in extending his hand.

Hello, Mr. Peter. Butler Warren smiled and held Peter's hand: I often hear Master Harry mention you and say that you are his best friend.

So Mr. Warren, you have seen me now, is there anything else? Harry quickly interrupted the conversation between the two, for fear that the old butler who had served the Osborne family for three generations would be open to Peter. He joked and said things that were not good for him.

Of course there is something. Butler Warren retracted his hand and continued to say to Harry, Sir, I miss you very much.

Huh? Harry looked at Butler Warren with wide eyes: Mr. Warren, are you sure you didn't drink on the way to the group? What about Mr. Norman who talks about Osborne's glory all day long? Maybe you miss the shame of Osborne in his mouth? Or is there someone else to the gentleman you mentioned?

After all, Harry was thrown cold water by his father yesterday. Today, Butler Warren suddenly came and told Harry that his father missed him. How could this make Harry believe what Butler Warren said.

Sir's character has always been like this. Butler Warren looked at the somewhat angry Harry and explained to him softly: Although what he said to you, young master, was a bit harsh, he loves you.

Love me? Harry sneered: Mr. Warren, please stop joking.

Master, didn't you notice? Butler Warren reminded Harry: The cake you brought back yesterday is not in the refrigerator.

Wasn't he abandoned by his father? Harry was stunned.

Butler Warren shook his head slightly and said with a smile: Even Mr. Norman, who doesn't like sweets, still brought that piece of cake to the office to eat today.

So, Master Harry. Butler Warren looked at Harry who was standing there blankly, and slightly extended his hand: Are you willing to see Mr. Harry now?

But, I, I still want to accompany Peter. Harry looked at Peter at a loss.

Go on, Harry. Peter patted Harry on the shoulder, motioned to him with the camera hanging around his neck, and said with a smile: I'm just participating in an exhibition in your Osborne Group, is it possible that I can still do it? Lost?

Okay. Harry nodded and said to Peter with a serious face: Peter, if you encounter any problems in the group, just tell me my name or call me. I'll be upstairs. .”

Don't worry. Peter waved towards Harry, looked at Harry's eagerness to try, and gave Harry a gentle push: Just follow Mr. Warren up there.

Then I'll leave first.

After Peter said goodbye, Harry boarded the elevator with Butler Warren and disappeared under Peter's gaze.

As the elevator door closed, the conversation between Butler Warren and Harry became increasingly quiet.

Master Harry.

What's wrong?

Your friend, not bad