A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

After sending Thor away, Eve squatted in front of the fluorescent magic circle again, feeling extremely complicated about the traces on it.

Traces of Loki's magic power are spread all over New York. If this is not a deliberate deception, it means that he has no intention of covering it up at all.The coffee shop, the lakeside in New York Park, and the way to escape with Mr. Frey all the way. After estimating the time, they are all about the same time as she was at that time. Eve has reason to believe that she is actually being followed.

In the past few days, Caster has visited every previous battlefield, including the temporary mansion where no one lives in the Mujik family.

And the place where he stayed the longest and where his magic power reacted the most was Einzbern's temporary magic workshop.

Thinking about it, he almost handles the defensive spells in the magic workshop by himself. Now it should be very easy to tamper with the use authority and he is the only one. They joined forces, but have not yet been able to live in the same place.

Or, even worse, the magic workshop in Einzbern has now become the new tactical bastion of the god of tricks and Kadafels.

Eve took a deep breath and let it out slowly.A magician should remain calm in any desperate situation, and the current situation is obviously far from the desperate situation.The white-haired magician began to reflect on himself, when did he start, and he gradually became less calm and self-sufficient than before.

"Son, you have to have a human heart."

Frigga told her so in a dream, but she couldn't explain why.If having a human heart means being irrational, emotional, and emotionally rich enough to influence decisions like most human beings, then it is better not to have such a heart.

The magician stood up and waved for a cab.

"To Industrial Park No. [-] of Stark Industries."

Eve said to the driver: "It's a bit far over there, just drop me off at the entrance of that area."

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and looked at the passenger who was hiding in the thick hood. The other party obviously didn't intend to chat. After getting in the car, he just huddled in the back seat without saying a word.

"Little girl, what are you doing in such a remote place?"

He curiously said: "That place is not in front of the village or in the back of the store. If you come back late, you don't have a car. It's a long way to the nearest subway station."

Eve raised her head slightly, and it was reflected brightly in the rearview mirror, with a pair of red eyes under the hood.

The driver was terrified, and then rubbed his eyes suddenly. Could it be that I read it wrong?

When he opened his eyes again, those eyes turned into a more unusual lake green color.

"My house is near there."

The little passenger girl said softly, "I should live there tonight, and I'll take the early subway back tomorrow."

"oh oh……"

The driver was stunned, so he explained that she was a pretty girl, what happened to him just now...

"Ma'am, your eye color is beautiful."

He praised sincerely through the rearview mirror.

"Thank you."

The passenger in the back seat bent her eyes and smiled. The refraction magic is so easy to use at any time, and she suddenly showed such a bright expression that she almost bared her teeth: "I think so too."

Ordinary people express happiness should be this kind of expression, right?Eve pondered over and over in her heart, might she be using too much force?

Until standing in front of the magic capture range of the magic workshop, she was still thinking about this question.

If the defensive technique of this magic workshop has not been modified too much, if you take another step forward, you will enter the sensing range of the monitoring technique.

The magician stepped across the invisible boundary line without hesitation.

The magic power is like the tide, and it is also like the ripples stirred by the current.The invisible surge of magic power spreads rapidly in all directions centering on oneself, until the information is received by the magic workshop.She was sure that the moment her magical reaction appeared here, there would be feedback in Einzbern's magic workshop.

If the other party lived with the immortal magician Kadafels, they should have already prepared for defense.

There was no one in the courtyard, and some sparse weeds grew in the courtyard that had not been treated for a few days.Fortunately, there is no one around to supervise. If you live in a residential area of ​​townhouses, it is estimated that someone will knock on the window to indicate that your yard needs to be weeded.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open. Originally, there should have been countless defensive spells buried in the courtyard, and many gemstones were buried by himself.The magician walked slowly and cautiously to the door of the room step by step. The defense rules of this magic workshop were still the same as before, and she was careful not to trigger any of the magic mechanisms.

But in fact, such behavior can be described as superfluous.When he appears in the range of magic power capture, the people in the room should be aware of it. At any moment, he can directly turn on the forced attack mode, and kill any creature with magic power response that invades the courtyard. Whether it is a creature with a magic circuit, a servant, or a dress with the function of self-discipline, all are treated equally, without exception.

The room door did not change the lock.

Eve took out the key and put her finger on the doorknob, and there was no contact reaction rejection.

Twist the doorknob, there is no mechanism.

There is no targeted layout inside the room, no spells for visual interference, no causative demons to attack, no...

Nothing at all.

The atmosphere was as peaceful as if the magician pushed open the door and returned to his workshop every day before.

The furnishing of the room has not been moved at all, and even because the time away is too short, a thin layer of dust has not yet accumulated in time.

The windows were closed tightly, and the heavy curtains were drawn tightly. Apart from the opened door, there was no extra light in the room.

Just like the day Gilgamesh suddenly appeared.

There was a slight ticking sound in the room, which sounded like drops of water falling on the surface of the water.Eve just pressed her hand on the doorknob when a familiar voice came from inside.

"—What are you doing here now?"

She turned around and the door of the room was locked.This room is used to store experimental equipment and sand tables, and many magic ceremonies will be held here. It is the place with the most magical power in the intersection of earth veins.

"I don't know, Mr. Caster."

The magician stood outside the door sincerely: "Sol said he wanted to find you, and he thought that if it was me, there must be some way...so I tried my best."

"Sol?"

There was a contemptuous sneer from inside the door: "What did he come to see me for? Will I be imprisoned in Asgard? Maybe I will be imprisoned for thousands of years-because it triggered the end of the world in the atrium."

"Actually, the end hasn't happened yet, has it?"

Eve replied with a good temper: "They can't judge you for something that hasn't happened yet."

"—and if I were to say, it must happen?"

A muffled voice came from inside the door, accompanied by the sound of dripping water: "The predictions of Belldandi and Skoti have never been wrong, and no one knows where the overflowing magic power has gone. ?"

"I don't know how accurate God's predictions are, but Mr. Animsfia's observations are occasionally biased. Humans' celestial magic thousands of years ago still used a trick-like geocentric model, With the improvement of observation methods, it has been changed to astrodynamics, and this will still not be the end of the study of magic."

When it comes to the field of magic, Eve often becomes stern: "It's the same for you. Maybe the magic of the Age of Gods is much more sophisticated and advanced than mine, but it's still not the end of all possibilities. ...If Shikoti's prophecy already represents the absolute truth, if that is already the truth and root of everything, then there is no need for you to embark on the path of magic, right?"

There was no answer from the door for a long time, only the sound of water dripping.

"...You go back. The entire magic workshop has been completely taken over by me. The control center of the workshop is here. As long as I am willing, all the hostile spells in the room will be launched against you, depending on your current physical condition It cannot be avoided."

"that's not important."

The answer came from outside the door.

"So what do you think is important?"

There was sarcasm in Loki's voice.

There was no reply from outside the door. The magician bent his knees and sat close to the door of the room.Eve put her knees together and said softly: "Probably, finish the next Holy Grail War. If it goes well, I want to avoid the future that Sol dreamed of."

"You want to recontain that spilled magic?"

"This plan is also within the feasible range, at least this is one of the alternatives that S.H.I.E.L.D. is not willing to use."

Although Teacher El-Mello strongly opposed it, Nick Fury must have made such a plan for the trade-off between an artificial human and a world.

There was a rustling sound from inside the door, and Eve could feel that someone was sitting in front of the door through a door like her.

"But I killed you once."

"You know it...I mean, you know I know it, it's not 'killing' at all."

"But actually, there's not much difference, is there?"

The end of death is only deduced forward for a short period of time, and with such a small amount of margin, there may even be a disaster that may lead to the destruction of the world, which is simply ironic.

"I think... there are some differences."

Across a door frame, from the other side of the door, came the magician's soft retort.

"I used to think that as long as I can participate in the Holy Grail War, as long as I do my best, it doesn't matter if I die in it. But Mr. El-Mello entrusted me with the magic seal, so no matter what, I must persist until The moment I return the engraved seal...Although this is a bit difficult for me, I can still do it if I work hard."

"But if it's Mr. Caster."

The other party's voice suddenly paused: "I suddenly want to work harder."

"—I suddenly felt that it would be nice if this magic heart could last a little longer."

The door opened suddenly.