Su Ming had no good solution for Geralt constantly wandering off. After all, even though he himself operated outside various Omniverses, the worlds he had seen so far were still all based on American comics.
Geralt, on the other hand, was practically cheating, jumping into worlds beyond reach.
That was what Witchers were like. They went wherever they pleased, were fiercely independent, and had no concept of home at all. The Sorceresses were busy with serious business, so it was only natural for Geralt to get bored.
Su Ming walked toward the second man and extended his left hand to shake his, since the man had no right hand.
"Mr. Parham, I'll have to trouble you again this time."
"If this is an operation to judge sinners, then I am duty-bound to participate. For I am God's wrath, the final guarantee of justice." Ghost Rider, still in human form, shook his head and politely declined the Sorcerer Supreme's pleasantries.
Hearing the unfamiliar middle-aged man say that, Magneto seemed to have found a kindred spirit. He smiled at Ghost Rider, but Parham did not look at him at all.
It was not out of rudeness. Magneto was practically living sin incarnate, and every one of those sins was a sin of killing. He was like a humanoid demon, and Parham feared he would not be able to resist burning his soul.
Just as when he had followed Deathstroke on the previous operation, the team included a God of the Underworld and a witch. Parham barely spoke to either of them.
Justice and all that was just talk. Earth's Magic World was the Sorcerer Supreme's territory. No matter what sinner acted alongside the Sorcerer Supreme, he would simply pretend not to see them.
Parham was no longer young. He understood these things