A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

Archer is a child, or at least sounds like a child, with the same unmistakable red eyes as Eve.

Assassin has been killed. His real name is Phantom of the Opera. His master is an innocent screenwriter who is now secretly protected by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Caster is Evelia's servant, his real name is unknown, he is a green-eyed young man with extremely high attainments in magic.

Eve's next attack target is Gold Mujik. The rank of the servant is unknown, but both the Magic Association and herself are very confident in him.

There are three knights left who know nothing about the enemy...

Steve Rogers sorted out the information at hand. If the goal is to end the Holy Grail War, it still takes a long way.What kind of Heroic Spirit would be a child?And what kind of heroic spirit would be a boy?The real name is completely unknown, and it is said that the weakest ride caused mass casualties in almost the entire opera house.

According to the situation of the previous Holy Grail Wars, the destructive power of the followers is far more than that.

"What happened to the 'discovered' she said earlier?"

Natasha asked Stephen Strange, a non-staff member who was forced to stay in the Avengers Alliance because of his involvement in the field of magic: "I remember that you just wanted to cure that person at the beginning, and look at his memory by the way. "

"There is a saying that can explain this. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you."

Even if it's just backtracking through memory, as long as the other party is watching the existence of a certain being, the other party can trace the source of the line of sight all the way - if the other party has top-level magic eyes.

Strange was reluctant to elaborate on the principle of magic, and picked a close example: "It's like you steal information from someone else's computer, but a third party put a Trojan horse in that computer."

"So two hackers fighting like hell on that poor computer? Oh my god."

Natasha sighed.

"This is actually quite a dangerous situation, but since the girl Einzbern has made it clear that she doesn't need it, we can't confine her here."

Nick Fury said: "Fortunately, she is still cooperative, and the British Clock Tower should not want to break up with the Avengers - it is natural for the extraordinary power system to coexist peacefully and not interfere with each other. it's the best."

He patted Hawkeye who had just finished reading the Holy Grail War materials after returning from a mission: "Barton, you have a new job again. Gold Mujik, here are his materials."

Clinton Barton nodded silently, and put away the documents.

"Cap, you should go with me at that time. It's better for you and Eve to meet... Don't look at me like that. Among the people present, only you and Natasha have close contact with her. If you don't count St. Lankey's words."

"I can not go."

Stephen Strange immediately stated: "Gold Mujik is also a magician of a well-known family. As the manager of the New York ley line, I should theoretically maintain absolute neutrality towards these magicians, and at most provide shelter for the defeated. Having contact with Evlia in advance is already the limit, if I provide help, I will commit a foul."

"Is that the referee's duty?"

Bruce Banner joked: "Then you are really incompetent as the adjudicator, and you are pulling sideways from the beginning."

"I'm not an orthodox magician."

Strange spread his hands: "I only follow the magician's rules to a minimum. Those ancient family inheritances are often very strange. It is not easy for me to maintain the precious peace."

"Of course, Eve said you are the second magician."

Steve Rogers couldn't help joking: "It is said that there are only five kinds of magic in the world, and you occupy one of them, so the whole clock tower can't do anything to you."

"It's just using other powers."

Strange said lightly: "I still have a lot to learn along the way in magic."

"When will the action begin?"

Steve asked: "Since I have promised her to obey their orders temporarily...but I am still a little bit worried about who that follower is, and I always feel a little inexplicable sense of incompatibility intuitively."

"That Caster is highly accomplished in magic."

Strange recalled: "The gravity adjustment magic blocking that can be completed within one project, the large-scale hypnotic spell release and enchantment destruction that can be completed within ten seconds - not by brute force but by deconstruction methods, As far as I know, there are very few human beings who can achieve this level in the entire field of magic."

"And he is very likely to be hiding his strength. So far, all magic has relied on the source. If he uses the magic that affects himself (Od) recklessly, it is hard to imagine the result."

Similar existences... that Bathmelo counts as one, Marshal Zellridge counts as one, maybe the inhuman creature Elias Eindsworth living in England can be added, but anyway, You can't directly and rashly divide him into your own camp.

"Let's get rid of that Gold first."

In the end, Strange rubbed his brows, and judged: "Don't kill people, and don't cause too serious consequences, try to make him withdraw from the Holy Grail War by directly repelling the opponent's followers... Then if the Command Seal returns If there is anything left, let the little girl strip it off and add it to her, and if there is something really wrong with that Caster, there will be another restraint."

Fortunately, there is no way to disobey the order of the Command Seal.

Steve nodded: "I see, I will wait for her news. If other people have time, they should investigate the magician provided by Eve as much as possible."

……

In the outer suburbs of New York, the magic workshop in Einzbern.

Eve looked at the pot full of potions, wearing a blindfold and lost in thought.

"Mr. Caster, I thought that an excellent magician would have some other way to transplant the magic seal..."

I didn't expect it to be the same old way, drinking medicine and mental adjustment...

"Since you are a god, can't you invent methods such as painless imprint transplantation..."

"Since you know that I am a god, you should also be able to understand by the way that there is no need to engrave such superfluous things in our magic inheritance."

Loki frowned as he stirred the mysterious liquid in a crucible, and the crucible gave off a terrible smell under the heating of the alcohol lamp: "It took me a day to solve the workload of other magicians in your lifetime. The workload is already very high. Efficient, you are still haggling with me about user experience?"

"...It's better if you can experience better..."

Eve spread out on the sofa like a dead fish: "What are you planning to add to the magic seal?"

"In addition to the convenient space access of gems, there are also magics related to phase replacement. I will not engrave other things for the time being. I originally wanted to add a magic power transmission channel."

Loki flicked a hand in the air, writing down a string of runes.The most primitive and unevolved rune is quite rare. Eve didn't say a word, but kept staring at it with good eyes until the corners of her eyes became sour and shed tears.

Loki moved slightly to block his view.

"You see too greedily, human."

He said with disgust: "Don't be burned along with my visual pathway."

Rune turned into scattered light particles, slowly blending into it with Eve's right eye as the starting point.The magic engraving also has an important link on the spiritual level, so you can't use painkillers in the medical field to resist, but even so, there are still some small ways that are better than nothing at the magical level-when I was a child, I fought with Sol's neuropathy all over the body After the injury, the mother would use such spells gently with an angry face.

Analgesia first, then treatment.

It was a gimmick in the eyes of most martial Asir: little tangible healing, not very practical on the battlefield, and better than nothing to comfort a wounded child.

Now that he used this kind of "bad trick" again, his mood was a little different.

"Take off your coat."

Loki ordered briefly: "Then get down on the ground, try not to move, and maintain mental stability. If you lose your mental stability and go crazy because of this, I will be working in vain."

"...Will it be so scary?"

Eve deeply felt that it is a good thing that Einzbern's inheritance does not rely on engraving: "I don't think I have to do the same when I return it to Mr. El-Mello."

The teacher's physical condition is not particularly adaptable to the magic engraving. He had a high fever when inheriting El-Melloi's engraving. Now that Velvet's magic engraving has been drastically changed, Eve is very worried about returning it one day. During the magic engraving, my teacher died suddenly on the spot because he couldn't bear the transfer of the magic engraving.

...and then perhaps it will be seen in the internal circular that the clock tower loses its new generation star.

"You probably still have time to worry about your teacher."

Loki reached out and flicked the outer edge of the crucible, and the crimson liquid inside quickly swirled and disappeared, and then appeared in the glass placed in front of Eve: "Drink, don't waste it. A lot of ingredients have been added."

"...Where did you collect the materials?"

Eve took the cup, raised her neck and drank it with a frown.

"Your teacher sent it over, relying on the teleportation array."

Loki raised his eyebrows, his expression narrowed: "Aren't you afraid that I will directly poison you to death?"

"Not at this moment."

The medicine was really so bad that she doubted her life. Eve retched a bit, suppressing the urge to vomit: "And Mr. Caster, if you want to make poison, you don't have to spend so much effort."

The whole room is full of traces of magic adjustments, because it is unable to pry its own magic power but is constantly citing the leylines, the resulting energy residue is easier to capture, and Eve can easily judge that before she returns to the workshop, here There have been several large-scale ceremonies that required the cooperation of several magicians—but maybe only a few projects are needed at Mr. Caster's place.

"absurd."

Loki blurted out: "How can such a simple technique be considered 'great strength' for a god."

"...Anyway, thanks, Caster."

Eve put the empty glass aside, reached out to touch the outer wall of the glass, and the drug residue inside was cleaned out: "The rest is up to you."

See, no one in Asgard talks like that.The god of trickery exaggeratedly held his forehead, looked at Eve, and sighed: "I should get used to it, you are a magician, and you can understand the flow of magic power in the air..."

Those idiots always fell into those obvious traps without noticing the fluctuations of magic power. Instead of reflecting on their own stupidity, they instead preached that the god of tricks was worthy of the name, and there was not even a guy who was willing to use his brain.With the same magic trick, the mother will know how to follow her own hints, add bricks and tiles to the appropriate place, and make the thorny branches full of roses. The fool Saul only knows how to grab it, and then it will be covered with blood, and blame himself for always It's a trick of pranks, of indulging in magic tricks.

...Of course, there is indeed an element of wanting to play a prank.

But if it was Thor, drinking this medicine would definitely not be so refreshing.

Neither will Fandral.Neither will Sif.

For better or for worse, they will always regard it as a venom soaked in the evil tricks of the God of Mischief, and throw it away like a shoe.

No one is willing to use their brains.

Loki angrily picked up a carving knife with a thin handle that looked like a screwdriver, wrapped a small string of magic runes around the tip of the knife, and poked it straight down along a certain place where the magic circuits intersected in the middle of the butterfly bone.

Then, as expected, a scream was heard.

The author has something to say:

Change the engraving by hand.

But still surnamed Velvet.