A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

After the magician woke up with the news that the peace talks were successful, Tony Stark was wearing his new suit to try out the functions.

"Somebody give me some magic, ladies and gentlemen."

He covered the face armor: "I need to activate the rune, and try to see if the new function written in it is easy to use."

"Good friend."

Thor raised Thor's Hammer, and Stark took two steps back in fright: "I'm sure I don't need such an exciting way of supplying magic power, you don't want to hit me with Mjolnir."

"You really care about Stark."

Saul muttered, "Eve's communicator can be triggered with a lightning strike."

"Because it's a disposable item handed over to you. Not many people in this world can afford to waste a ruby ​​by making a phone call."

El-Melloi II put down his cigar and put his hand on the shoulder of Tony Stark's suit.The waist-length black hair was windless and automatic, and with the infusion of magic power, a row of Greek spells gradually emerged on the battle suit.

"Well, the effect is good, but it seems to be different from Bambi's magic."

Tony Stark moved the joints of the suit: "Can someone bring some heat now? Little by little, the temperature should not be too high."

Eve happened to come down the stairs and snapped her fingers.The flames sprang up from under Stark's feet, and disappeared after burning for more than ten seconds.There was no trace of heating and burning on the battle suit, and under the protection of the runes, there was no injury at all.

"Oh, refreshing and cool."

Stark assessed: "I am indeed a genius."

"That's just an ordinary flame, Surtur has four thousand degrees."

El-Melloi II thinks it's not a good idea to be proud at this time: "But if you continue to strengthen your magic, the magic power you consume will continue to increase, so if you really want to use this set of things to deal with Surtur if……"

His tone paused: "Then maybe you have to consider letting Sol use lightning to recharge."

After all, the one with the most magic power among the people present didn't even know how to release the magic power smoothly.

At the breakfast table, the white-haired magician announced to the crowd that she had reached a consensus with the God of Tricks, and that the other party had successfully compiled the deployment plan for this time, and they would work together to prevent the arrival of Ragnarok in the near future. .

Bruce Banner couldn't help covering his face.

"Eve, I know I shouldn't ask too much about the future, but this plan really makes me shudder..."

He only met Loki once or twice, and unfortunately, each time he met, the attitude of the other party was far from friendly.

Those were a pair of green phosphorescent eyes when he was angry, and he stabbed a small knife into the magician's heart in front of everyone.But since the person involved doesn't seem to mind at all, he, as an onlooker who doesn't know the truth, of course can't comment too much.

Just think that magicians are going crazy behind closed doors, who knows if this is some weird ritual.

Sol looked at the people with different expressions strangely, and stuffed smoked sausage into his mouth.While eating, he asked the magician who pulled out the chair and sat next to him: "How did you convince him? It's not easy for us to ask Loki to do something."

"I promise to give him my heart and soul as alchemy materials after I die."

Eve started waving a knife and fork to cut up the fried eggs on the plate: "Anyway, I'm the one who is responsible for the bottom line. If he doesn't try his best, he probably won't even be able to catch the ashes in the end."

Sol: "..."

There were so many slots that he didn't even know how to vomit for a while.

He tried hard to swallow the smoked sausage in his mouth, cleared his throat: "Alchemy materials?"

"It is said that if you entrust the craftsmen of Nidawi, you can make advanced weapons that are not inferior to Mjolnir..."

Eve recalled Loki's description and said: "It also comes with intelligence, just like Strange's cloak."

"No, I'm not asking this my friend."

Thor stumbled and said, "I mean, why, Loki..."

Thor belatedly recalled the fleeting silvery whiteness of his brother's ear temples in the battle against Ereshkigal.The scene at that time was too horrifying, so he didn't think about it elsewhere at the time, but now he calmed down, after the magician lightly stated that he would dedicate his heart and soul after death, he realized what it was.

With a bang, something exploded in the Thunder God's mind.

For the rest of the breakfast time, the blond man felt nothing but tasteless in his mouth.Tony Stark set aside a whole floor for these magicians who temporarily lived in the Stark Tower as temporary workshops. Einzbern's platinum thread weaves all kinds of animal servants, for The white-haired magician who was experimenting with magic brought in the materials needed for each step. Obviously, only one person was working, but he gave the workshop a lively atmosphere.

The blond-haired deity minimized his sense of existence, sat on the sofa and stared at the white back, doubting the god's life all the time.

"...What do you mean by offering souls and hearths?"

He first asked El-Melloi II, the man in the atrium is said to be a monarch of the magic genre, so he must be knowledgeable enough.

The monarch of the modern magic department pushed his glasses, saying that the corpses of many magicians will retain a lot of mysterious residues. This is a very precious and rare magic material at the level of magic. Anyway, people are dead. Organ Donation Agreement in .

"Oh……"

Thor nodded half-understood, but soul-snatching sounded like a devil's act.Anyway, the body donation agreement was his apprentice's personal freedom. Although El-Melloi II thought it was strange for his disciple to sign a contract with God, he had no intention of stopping it.

"Your brother has good eyesight."

El-Melloi II said in a "very picky shopping" tone: "The heart of Einzbern's magic furnace should be the entire earth—well, I mean the most powerful artificial human in the entire Midgard. Hearth, and in this era of fading mysteries, there should be no second one, and it would be a heck of a price to convince him to save the world."

Sol: "..."

No, magicians are crazy, and there is no way to communicate with them.

As for the phrase "sight is not bad", it was logically associated to another level by the son of Odin - even if he can't use a single magic trick, he is still very clear about the meaning of weaving other people's hair into his sideburns Yes, after all, a lock of Frigga's hair hangs down from the sideburns of my father Odin all the year round. They are intertwined with each other, and they have not been separated from each other in the past thousands of years.

So, the son of Odin, who had nothing to do early in the morning, squatted in the magician's temporary workshop with his chin in his hands and eyes full of melancholy.

Eve claims to be focused enough to make ordinary people feel that the staring eyes are not a big deal to her, but the original optimist and cheerful god can change his appearance overnight, and it is still the same. Strange enough to be astonishing.

"what happened?"

Eve raised the crucible and the alcohol lamp, and used a crystal stick to stir the color-changing liquid in it: "Your face looks like you have something on your mind... If it's about fighting Surtur, I think The preliminary combat deployment is the one that Director Fury and my master have each sent you a copy of."

"Hey, I want to ask, uh, about Loki."

He made sure that the long silver-white hair of the magician under the hood was not stained with a trace of black, that is to say, this act of braiding other people's hair should be his brother's unilateral action so far.

Pour the heated liquid into the Erlenmeyer flask, then inject the magic power and let it stand still. Eve turned around and sat in the armchair and asked, "What do you want to ask? I have to say, I don't know much about your family relationship. I don’t really understand, after all, I have never had a similar experience or experience…”

"No, I, uh..."

Thor was tongue-tied and didn't know how to speak: "You sold your soul to my brother?"

"After death."

The magician spread his hands: "Don't worry, after a natural death, you will not be assassinated or something. After all, a soul with curses and resentment cannot be used for a second time. This kind of thing can only be agreed by the person. You Are you worried that your younger brother will use this power wantonly?"

No, I don't want to know that, I want to know more about that chain of immortality tied around my hair.

"Uh, uh, I'm..."

Sol stumbled and thought about how to speak. He really shouldn't interfere with his brother's will casually, just like he himself had a relationship in the atrium, but... even if he wanted to accompany Jane through the fleeting moments of human beings... It is not enough to swear to bind the soul to the side until death.

But who can think of the idea of ​​the god of tricks? Maybe this is just a new prank of his, or maybe this is the embodiment of a certain magic. He used a form similar to the oath of the gods to complete a certain spell. maybe.

And... Thor blinked his blue eyes, carefully observing the magician's expression.

——Looking at the other party's appearance, she doesn't know at all, right?

"Hey, I really want to know what Loki will do with such power, um... the battle against Ereshkigal was really amazing, I never thought that the people in the courtyard You can do that with magic.”

It is always easier to use magic in the workshop, not to mention that there are all kinds of advanced equipment of Tony Stark here.The magician waved his hand and showed a holographic projection.A staff inlaid with gems at the tip appeared in front of Thor, and the light particles stacked into a three-dimensional image, as if a staff was really within reach.

"A scepter made of a magic furnace core, or something else, anyway, my imagination can only think of a scepter now."

The magician spread his hands: "Then we have to see what skills Nidavi's dwarf craftsmen have... After all, I don't think he would entrust alchemists on Earth."

Sol looked at the staff floating in the air, covered his face with one hand, and felt his spirit was shocked.

So is his brother planning to spend his whole life with a stick as long as his arm?