A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

"Teacher, are you a candidate for Master?"

Eve was shocked.

"I think you should have monitored the magic fluctuations of the summoned servants during the Holy Grail War."

El-Melloi II's expression was particularly ugly: "Is there anyone who can tell me how many servants have died?"

Eve explained truthfully, so everyone was lucky enough to see El-Melloi II, who was always neat and unsmiling in front of everyone, showing some strange expressions.

"Rider really hasn't appeared until now..."

He said with emotion: "It's really at this time, I'm actually a little nervous."

"Teacher, do you want to compete?"

Eve asked a little worriedly: "Grey and the others are not here this time, and I'm like this again... I'm worried that I won't be able to protect you."

"Cut in."

Tony Stark couldn't help but said: "Why does a teacher need disciples to protect?"

"You understand that I am a research-type character."

El-Melloi II has obviously answered this question many times: "My magic talent can be said to be very poor, and the magic I can use is also very limited. I am just forced to stay in the position of the monarch."

Stark curled his lips and failed to pursue further. He continued to speak: "So? Are you going to join halfway and start summoning servants? It would be fine if we could increase our combat effectiveness, but if it was another guy like Bambi But it will be troublesome."

"My magic power can't keep the servants fighting for a long time."

El-Melloi II shook his head: "The best option is to summon directly at the critical moment and use the command spell as a supplement to the magic power. The next level is to establish a system of magic power communication and let other people provide the support for maintaining the servants." magic."

"I can, it's okay to support another cavalry servant!"

Eve propped herself up on the wheelchair, but was pushed down again by everyone's concerted efforts.

"Eve, forget it, you're all hurt like this."

Bruce Banner showed some headaches: "The various functions of the body are already very poor. It's not that the Avengers have no fighting power. The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide support, not to mention the army behind them... "

In short, there is no need for an injured patient to work hard.

El-Melloi II touched his disciple's hair, but also shook his head and refused: "Looking at the current situation, compared with the specific method to provide magic power, whether or not he can summon followers is a bigger problem."

"Indeed."

Strange stepped through the portal of dissipated sparks, with a grim expression: "The four servants who provided magic power from the leylines have dissipated, and the support level of the leylines in this land has theoretically reached the limit, and it is impossible to summon the servants from the leylines again." whoever is right."

"But the Holy Grail War continues."

Eve looked at the command spell on the back of her hand: "Master's hand even has signs of competitors."

"About the prophecy of Animsphia... I observed the future becoming clear at about the same time."

Strange said: "When you were fighting Ereshkigal."

He scrutinized the artificial man who was now sitting in a wheelchair. The direct damage to the magic hearth greatly affected the opponent's ability to generate magic power, so that he was almost directly kicked out of the ranks of combat power deployment.

Perhaps, the specific node was not the battle with Ereshkigal, but... Strange withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

Not sure yet.

Due to the imminent pressure of the end of the world, El-Melloi II and Strange hit it off and began to study the troublesome prophecy. In the team, their combat experience against servants across multiple worlds has become a valuable first-hand information.

There is also a small group of members of S.H.I.E.L.D. waiting in the wings.

When everyone was so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground, Eve suddenly became free.She has not been incorporated into the combat unit, and there are already more reliable seniors in the magic field. If magic power is compared to a lake, compared with the time of complete victory, she is not as good as a stream that is on the verge of drying up... Therefore, in which respect The cyborg, who couldn't help, was put on a long vacation for the first time in his life.

Saul was also on leave.

The big blond man was very annoyed: I can still fight well and I can make it into the battle plan, why don't you take me with you to the meeting!

Among the combat plan production team with a doctorate degree per capita, Stephen Strange was the first to speak calmly: "Do you understand runes?"

"Oh, what my dad made... I don't understand."

Sol spread his hands: "But I understand the tree language, do you need it?"

Tony Stark refused before asking what it was: "It's okay if you can understand part of quantum mechanics. In short, science and magic have to choose one side."

"I am the bravest warrior in Asgard!"

The son of Odin protested: "He is very good at leading troops to fight!"

"No one needs to lead troops to fight."

Tony Stark looked indifferent: "Choose one side between science and magic, or go to charge Eve's wheelchair. We will inform you when the specific battle plan is formulated."

The attitude is quite lack of love from teammates.

Sol: "..."

He felt even more desolate.

Half an hour later, the blond hunk pushed the wheelchair-bound magician for a walk in a New York City park.He is obviously not very good at this kind of boring work, and he is not interested in it at all. He even wants to wave Thor's Hammer to New Mexico to see Jane in this spare time.

They haven't seen each other for a long time since the Rainbow Bridge broke.

"I didn't expect magic to be so useful at this time."

Sol was looking for topics to pass the time: "This time, it was mother who reminded us that we must find the three goddesses of fate to verify the prophecy... As a result, Belldandi said such exaggerated words."

The woodland is quiet, and there are obviously not many people in the park on weekdays. The sun shines through the leaves and casts layers of shadows, shaking slightly on the ground.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with my brother. Cough, that meeting really surprised me. Someone in the atrium could use magic power to fly... I mean."

Sol scratched his head a little bit: "Locky has a weird personality, he thinks that he is in the same place, and his mind is full of bad ideas... But he is my brother, and I am sorry for the harm he caused. If necessary, ah Sgaard will try his best to make up for it..."

"Sol."

The magician suddenly said, "If you only had a few months or years to live, what would you do with that time?"

"--Eh?"

Sol blinked his eyes, and he used his brain to quickly think about why Eve raised such a question, and his first reaction was that because of Loki's knife, the girl would not live long.Although the life of Zhongting people is only a hundred years old, the age of the magician in front of him is obviously a long time away from natural death, so the reason why she said this is...

——Until now, no one has taught him that the life of an artificial human is fleeting, so Sol takes it for granted that even if Eve will live a shorter life than ordinary people in the courtyard, they will live for three to forty years Still no problem.

Maybe the ones Mujik mass produced were short-lived enough, but Einzbern is clearly the well-made kind.

Oh my god, Loki, he actually...

"After everything is over, if necessary, I will take you to Asgard for treatment."

He promised in a gentle voice as much as possible: "My mother is a very good witch, her wisdom will definitely help you, no matter what method Loki uses to cut off your life, it will definitely not be completely hopeless ——He liked to play pranks when he was a child, and we got him out of it several times."

No, that's not what I meant.

Eve looked into Saul's blue eyes who had sincerely promised, and suddenly felt a little unclear about the explanation.

"I mean……"

"Thank you," she sighed.

Compared with human beings, the life of a god is too long. She couldn't blame Sol for suddenly thinking about how he would spend his life if he only had a few years left. For him, this is actually different from sudden death on the spot. Not much anymore.

The magician raised his arm straight, fingertips as if shooting a gun, and suddenly issued a Gandr at the foot of the sparrow at the root of the tree.The pitch-black magic bullet burst out from between the fingers, bringing up a small piece of loose soil. The sparrow screamed and flew up the branch. Opening:

"Actually, there's no need for you to follow me all the way."

"what?"

Sol was taken aback.

"You have something you want to do too?"

The magician blew on his fingers, and the light-white fingertips seemed to still have the aftermath of magic power flowing: "As you saw just now, even though I am a little weak against servants now, I am still stronger than ordinary people." You don’t need to stay here all the time. I’m not as easy to bully as I look... After all, I’m the magician who killed the three servants.”

Sol recalled the scene when Eve shot the arrow enveloping the lightning in the sky, and then looked at that the opponent was still able to issue Gandr. Considering the average combat power of the people in the courtyard, it was indeed very safe.So he nodded: "Okay, take care of yourself."

He whirled and turned Myrmir, and quickly disappeared into the sky. Eve let out a sigh of relief. The battery of the electric wheelchair was enough for him to go back and forth in the downtown area, and he didn't know what Stark used. Black technology, she can guarantee that it is definitely not a lithium battery.

"Stark Industries is a clean energy company."

The businessman with a mustache looked very proud: "Even if it's just a wheelchair, it's still the masterpiece of the genius businessman Tony Stark."

In front of the lake in the park, the water ripples glisteningly in the sun.Flocks of white birds flitted across the water, and then flew to the sky with their wings flapping. Their lively appearance was completely different from the white ibis knights she used to serve on a daily basis.

Her magic furnace is still recovering bit by bit. As long as this body generates a little bit of magic power, it will be gradually used to repair the body under the influence of magic engraving, so in fact, there is not much room left for fighting.

But Saul's knowledge of magicians is equally lacking.

It's not that he definitely wants to be alone, but if he gets along with a god whose life is too long... there is always a feeling that his train of thought will be disrupted.

The magician sighed again.Obviously, there is no need to think about such a complicated problem before.The world is at stake, and I am still thinking about ridiculous topics like how to spend the rest of my life-maybe there will be no rest of my life to waste at all.The high-intensity running machine suddenly came to a standstill. Without a target, the short period before it was scrapped was more like a stolen time. She really couldn't figure out how to spend it for a while.

A rose suddenly stretched out from behind to the front, followed by the hand holding the rose, and elegant cufflinks inlaid with gold.

Eve turned around and saw a blond bearded man coughing unnaturally.

Looking into those eyes, Loki suddenly felt guilty.

...Fandral is the most feminine guy he's ever met in Asgard, aside from his annoying older brother, and hopefully that look will work for a cyborg as well.

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