Time and Space Office of American Comics

Chapter 48 Magic Tool Rose
T'Challa stood in the middle of the bar with two vibrating axes in his hands, looking at Mars who was slowly going upstairs, with an ugly expression on his face.

He felt like he was being ripped off.

Because the bar was destroyed like this by him, he should be responsible for the decoration. Xiaolan was frightened, so he was willing to pay compensation.

But why did Mars use two axes for a vibration gold weapon?
Why does he still need money for psychological comfort?
He's not scared at all, is he?
Standing there blankly, T'Challa's mouth twitched slightly.

"T'Challa."

At this moment, Xiaolan came over and said, "My compensation or something, Mars was joking, you don't mind me, I'm fine, I'm not scared."

Beautiful and gentle, cute and considerate...that's why he fell in love with Xiaolan.

Facing Xiaolan, T'Challa, who always smiled and said, "It's okay, he's right. I should be responsible for the consequences of my appearance."

Although Mars meant to cheat him a bit, he agreed with this statement.

A man, a good man, must learn to take his own responsibilities, which is growth.

Xiaolan smiled at T'Challa and said, "Let's clean up the bar together, but what about these gangsters?"

T'Challa's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Call the police."

As long as they are taken away by the police, Wakanda will naturally have a way to take over.

These criminal smugglers must not be taken lightly, especially when they almost hurt Xiaolan!
"Okay!" Xiaolan nodded and said, "Calling the police is a normal solution."

T'Challa said, "I'm going to call."

With that said, T'Challa came outside the bar and made a phone call.

Instead of calling the police as he said before, he called Wakanda directly. After explaining his mission, Techara asked the people in Wakanda to send him weapons casually, and asked Wakanda Some people came over and dealt with these smugglers.

After getting a reply, T'Challa hung up the phone immediately.

Back at the bar, after tying up the nine criminals who were still unconscious, Techara and Xiaolan happily cleaned up the messy bar with a smile on his face.

Soon, a team of police officers arrived, and the leading black police officer asked T'Challa some information, then took the criminals away quickly, clenched his fists with both hands before leaving, and gave a cryptic salute to T'Challa.

Apparently these guys aren't real cops.

After locking the door of the bar, T'Challa and Xiaolan tidied up a bit, then turned off the lights and went upstairs.

The bar will be closed for two days, which is great news for T'Challa, because it means he won't have to be a damn cashier or clean up for the next two days!

Even at this moment, a crazy idea couldn't stop popping up in his mind...

Otherwise, after the repair is completed, destroy the bar every two days, and destroy the bar every two days, so that he can never do those jobs.

Isn't it just money...

……

On the third day, the sun rose as usual, but the bar did not open as usual, and even Natasha and Alice did not come back last night.

When Xiaolan asked about the two, Mars just said that the two had their own affairs to attend to.

Then, Mars asked T'Challa to find someone to repair the bar, and after letting Xiaolan supervise, he rushed upstairs and returned to his room.

When he came back last night, because of the loss of a lot of magic power, he didn't even look at what he had gained last night. After a night of rest, his state finally recovered and he could try it out.

Soul Transformation Magic Tool.

This was his first attempt. Logically speaking, this kind of thing would not fail, but he was a little nervous.

Consciousness sank into the soul space, looked at the extra souls in the soul space, and smiled with satisfaction. When he saw the special soul that seemed to change its shape, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

This is the special soul he absorbed after killing the mutated licker last night, a special soul that can be used to make magic tools.

The power of the magic tool is related to the quality of the soul. The soul he got last night must not be comparable to those of those great demons, but this is also a big happy event for him.

After all, this is his first magic tool.

With a thought, he pulled that special soul out of the soul space, and pinched it in his palm full of magic power.

The soul was wailing in his hands, and Mars looked cold and unmoved at all. Instead, he murmured with a smile: "Come on, let me see what kind of weapon you will become."

What he wants most are weapons like gloves, but what kind of weapon this soul can become is not up to him, but the appearance of the soul based on its own characteristics.

The red magic power flowed down Mars' palm and was slowly injected into the soul by him. The soul held in his palm was dyed red little by little by the magic power, gradually becoming real.

The formation of magic equipment requires Mars to provide magic power as nutrients, which is why he waited for his magic power to recover before making magic equipment.

A moment later, when Mars's magic power was about to be consumed, the soul in his hand finally stopped absorbing magic power.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Mars' face, because the amount of magic power devoured by the soul represented the power of the magic equipment.

Putting this disappointment behind him, Mars squeezed his soul that was completely shrouded in magic light, and said with a smile, "Let me see your true face."

After the words fell, with a thought, the soul in his hand changed rapidly, showing his true face in the hands of Mars.

"What the hell!"

Mars yelled, and almost threw the magic tool in his hand directly.

Not the gauntlets he wanted the most, nor the claws or knives or anything like that.

But a whip!
Beat the enemy with a whip...

Imagining himself wielding a whip and fighting the enemy, Mars' face darkened.

Let's not talk about the power of this whip, the appearance of this fight is a bit disastrous.

"call!"

After all, it was also his first magic tool. Taking a deep breath, Mars looked at the magic tool in his hand.

It was a blue whip covered with red barbs. At the junction of the handle and the whip, there was a ferocious licker's skull head, which filled the whole whip with a ferocious air.

The whip is usually two meters long, but after Mars injects magic power, it can stretch to more than ten meters. In addition, the barbs on the whip can disappear or appear according to the user's thoughts .

Although it wasn't the magic tool I hoped for, after Mars tested the power of the whip, he was quite satisfied.

Because the whole whip looks like a barbed vine, so Mars called it...

"rose!"

With a thought, the tattoo on his back flickered slightly, and the magic tool in his hand disappeared.

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