Marvel's Necromancer

It was already evening, and Ivan stood on the side of the road, raising his hand holding the wand to stop a taxi.

After Ivan came back from the Middle East, the first thing he did was to take a quick shower to wash away the sand and dust he brought back from the Middle East. Then he put on a slightly old black windbreaker and went out - this was given to him by his predecessor. He left behind the most decent piece of clothing.

"249 Terfak Street, Henry's Knife." Ivan reported the address as soon as he got in the car, then ignored the driver who looked at him through the rearview mirror, closed his eyes and planned to take a rest.

"After eating sand for more than a month, it's time to reward myself. After all, I'm not a mule." Ivan closed his eyes and stroked the fine lines on the wand while making an excuse for his luxury.

Henry's Knife was Ivan's predecessor's favorite restaurant. The food was delicious, plentiful, and affordable. The restaurant was run by an old couple in their fifties, who had a good relationship with Ivan's predecessor. So when Ivan wanted to have a delicious meal, he immediately thought of this place.

In less than ten minutes, the taxi arrived at No. 249 Tefak Street. What I have to say is that the driver’s driving skills were very good. The car drove very steadily without any bumps along the way. Ivan couldn’t help but feel good about it. He got out of the car. Praise the driver in front of the car:

"Man, you drive a good car! Why don't you become a full-time driver?"

The driver just smiled, said nothing, and didn't even take Ivan's tip.

Ivan stood in front of this old store with only one floor, looking up at the shiny signboard. The mixture of strangeness and familiar memories made him feel a little dazed.

It's really uncomfortable. Ivan muttered, then pushed open the glass door of the restaurant and walked into the restaurant.

"Ding bell!" The door opened triggered the welcome bell hanging on the side.

In this ever-changing city, things are changing all the time, but there are some places that have not changed and are filled with memories, such as Henry's dinner knife.

When Ivan walked into the restaurant, the display was still the same. The chubby Aunt Maggie was standing behind the bar chatting with the guests. Father Henry’s hearty laughter came from the back kitchen. The stains on the wallpaper and even the scratches on the dining table were all related to It was exactly the same as Ivan remembered.

A different kind of emotion emerged from Ivan's heart, and a large number of memories about Henry's Knife, an old restaurant, were awakened from the dust and poured into Ivan's mind.

"Hello?"

The waitress's questioning voice reached Ivan's ears, and he suddenly realized that he was still standing at the door of the restaurant.

Ivan took a look at this strange waitress who was probably newly hired. She looked short in stature, with some cute freckles dotting her small nose. Her face showed confusion about Ivan's strange customer.

"Oh my God! Old ghost! Come out quickly! You should see who is coming?" Aunt Maggie glanced up accidentally, with surprise on her face, and she screamed.

"Ivan, oh~ my little Ivan, find a place to sit down quickly." Aunt Maggie was about to come out from behind the bar to chat with Ivan. When a customer ordered food, she had to stop and face Ivan shouted.

"Henry will come out right away." Aunt Maggie said to Ivan with a kind expression, then turned around and changed her expression, urging fiercely:

"Henry! Henry, you old ghost! Come out quickly!"

Ivan smiled and said hello to Aunt Maggie, looked around and found that except for his favorite table, the restaurant was full of people.

"Aunt Maggie, your business is really good now." Ivan sighed sincerely.

"It's just today," Aunt Maggie wrote down the menu in her hand, and the smile on her fat face never stopped. "We don't usually have such good days."

Ivan walked straight to his favorite seat in the past, located at the deepest part of the restaurant. As soon as his butt touched the seat, a burst of hearty laughter reached his ears.

"Let daddy see who's coming... Damn it, you little bastard, do you remember to come back to see daddy Henry?" The tall and fat daddy Henry wiped his hands with his apron and walked out of the kitchen, his bald head under the incandescent lamp. Extremely eye-catching. "Maggie nags you right next to my ear, daddy."

"Old ghost! Can you tell me which one of us is more nagging?" Aunt Maggie heard it with sharp ears and roared angrily.

"Hahaha...Ivan has really changed a lot, but why are he still wearing this rag?" Father Henry wisely did not refute. He stretched out his chubby hand to scratch his beard and walked next to Ivan. , hugged Ivan fiercely, with incredible strength. Even Ivan, who now has an extraordinary physique, felt difficulty breathing. After Henry let go of him, he rubbed his ribs with lingering fear, wondering if it was... Two were broken.

"What do you want to eat today?" Father Henry skipped the previous topic and asked Ivan as he did in the past.

"A large steak, at least this big." Ivan gestured with his hands in a relaxed mood. "And a seafood risotto, and a big sundae at the end. I want to try Aunt Maggie's cooking."

"Maggie's cooking will never let you down, unless your taste is spoiled." Father Henry said with a smile on his face: "What part of the steak do you want?"

"I want dad to give me a surprise." Ivan winked mischievously and smiled.

"You little bastard, daddy is going to pick out a steak for you." Dad and Ivan chatted for a while. Unable to withstand the urging of the guests and the roar of Aunt Maggie, daddy returned to the kitchen dejectedly.

"Have a drink with Dad tonight. Don't sneak away like last time." Before entering the kitchen, Henry's father said to Ivan worriedly.

Not long after sitting down, the waitress brought the seafood risotto. She stood next to Ivan with a curious look on her face, wanting to know something, but she hesitated for a while and finally walked away.

What a shy girl. Ivan thought this before picking up a spoon and dealing with the seafood risotto in front of him.

"Ding bell!" Another customer came into the store. Ivan was immersed in the delicious food and ignored it.

"Dad, their business is really good now." Ivan thought.

What he didn't expect was that after the new customer entered the store, he walked straight to his table and stopped.

Ivan glanced at the black leather shoes and high heels parked by the table, ignored them, ate the last bite of seafood risotto, and raised his head.

"Mr. Ivan, we need to talk."

The short man with a slightly higher hairline said with a kind face.

Ivan said nothing and reached for the knife next to the plate...