Patrick Farm.
Peter handed a cup of coffee to Kelly, who was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.
"Here's some hot coffee."
Kelly looked down at her bare body, her face slightly flushed as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
"Thank you."
She took the coffee from Peter's hand and thanked him somewhat uncomfortably.
At the same time, her gaze turned towards Star-Lord, who was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with a toy.
"He...he really fell from the sky?"
She still asked, somewhat disbelievingly.
The scene that had just unfolded still left her in disbelief.
It was just like the prophecy passed down in her tribe: a hero descended from the sky in a rain of fire, and with miraculous power, healed her when she was on the verge of death.
Originally, she thought it was just a legend, but she never expected the prophecy to actually come true, which gave her a feeling of spiritual disorientation.
"If I told you it might be an illusion caused by excessive blood loss, Miss Kelly, would you believe me?"
Peter asked her, holding his coffee.
"No, impossible. My wound, I saw him heal my wound with my own eyes."
Kelly immediately denied Peter's statement.
"Hmm, sometimes, I also doubt my own eyes. For example, just now I saw Miss Kelly transform from a White wolf into a human. As far as I know, Smallville hasn't had wolves for ninety-nine years."
Peter put down the coffee and asked the other party, "Compared to an alien spaceship falling from the sky, a human turning into an animal is also an incredible thing, right?"
Hearing Peter ask about the White wolf, Kelly turned her head away, feeling a little guilty.
"This is a secret art of our Kawatche Tribe."
"So you are Druids?"
"Druids?"
Kelly, who didn't understand Warcraft culture, shook her head and said, "No, we are not of the Druid faith. We just worship nature and animals."
Peter nodded, "It seems a real-life version of the 'Wooden Chief' story is unfolding, but I can somewhat understand it."
Peter had previously investigated the Kawatche Tribe. He looked into her eyes and said,
"Your tribe's name, when translated, means 'Illusory Beast Tribe'. Legend has it that people of your tribe can transform into Beasts. I originally thought this was an ancient legend, just like those bizarre legends circulating in the town."
After making Kelly feel a bit embarrassed by his gaze, Peter shook his head and shifted his sight.
"I'm not interested in the secret of your Illusory Beast Tribe's transformation. Another question: why were you shot?"
Kelly hesitated for a moment, then told Peter, "It was the Luther Group."
"Luther?"
"Yes, I originally wanted to turn into a White wolf to scare them away and make them abandon their plan to build an industrial zone here, but they had many people ambushed in the park."
Kelly bit her lip and said unwillingly, "I fell into their ambush, got shot, and escaped here."
After hearing her explanation, Peter nodded, "Your original goal was this land, and now you've discovered an underground cave, so you're even more unwilling to give it up, right?"
Kelly nodded firmly, "Yes, no matter what, we must protect this land."
"Although it's a bit difficult, I should be able to solve it for you."
Peter told her.
"You...you're willing to help us?"
Kelly looked at him in shock.
"Why?"
She didn't understand why he was willing to help her.
"We are all the same kind of people, Kelly, aren't we? Uniquely, naturally different from ordinary people, outside the crowd."
Peter spoke words he himself didn't believe, in a sincere tone.
Their encounter in the cave earlier made him think that as long as the other party's mind was still normal, they would definitely connect today's events to Mark and Clark, wondering if they were also infants sent by meteors.
After all, no child could jump from a hundred feet high and be unharmed…
If he killed the other party directly for secrecy, it would be a bit wasteful.
After all, where could he find a nanny who is both meticulous and a bodyguard who can transform into a White wolf?
Martian Manhunter could only be a Professor of skills; Peter didn't trust him with infant care.
With many thoughts swirling in his mind, he coughed and continued, "This infant saved you. Perhaps there's some destined connection between you two."
"So, Miss Kelly, are you willing to accept employment and serve as my assistant?"
Hearing Peter's solemn invitation, Kelly was stunned.
She looked at Star-Lord, who was lying on the sofa, having a great time playing.
The scene of him releasing energy from his hand to heal her earlier flashed in her mind.
She was now filled with curiosity and gratitude towards this infant.
And then she thought of the prophecy concerning her tribe.
Feeling somewhat moved, she frowned and said to Peter, "But...I've never had experience in this area, neither with farm work nor with childcare."
Peter shrugged, "It's okay, everything starts with the first step."
After a period of thought and an internal struggle, she finally nodded, "I am willing."
She stood up, wrapped her graceful body in the blanket, walked over to Star-Lord, and picked him up.
"Are you going to name him, Sir?"
Peter looked at Star-Lord in her arms, thought for a moment, then said, "Let's call him Little Peter, Little Peter Patrick."
"Or give him a nickname, Star-Lord."
"Star-Lord?"
Repeating the name, Kelly nodded thoughtfully, "From the stars, a very fitting name."
She then took off a bracelet with stars engraved on its surface from her own hand and put it on Star-Lord's hand.
"This has been passed down in our family for generations. I hope it can bless him."
"No!"
Peter wanted to stop her, but unexpectedly, she quickly put the bracelet on.
"Is there a problem?"
Kelly looked at him in surprise.
"Never mind."
Waving his hand, Peter indicated that it was nothing.
The reason he wanted to stop her was that he was afraid this kid, Star-Lord, would bring bad luck to Kelly.
After all, this kid is famously a "Father Avengers"; the deaths of his biological father, adoptive father, and father-in-law are all inextricably linked to him.
If Kelly were to form some kind of family bond with this kid in the future, he was afraid something unexpected might happen to her.
He himself had the system and wasn't afraid of "curses," but others couldn't be guaranteed.
Half an hour later.
Second floor, inside the room.
Peter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly extended his hand.
As his mind focused, a pure White energy orb condensed in his palm.
The condensed energy body gradually stabilized.
But the next second, it vanished in his hand due to Peter's mistake.
He raised his hand, looking at the gradually disappearing energy in his palm, and frowned.
"Is this the God Body the system gave me?!"