A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"...I don't even know what this will conjure up." Reid leaned back with his arms folded, sinking into the sofa, with a serious expression on his face.

On the computer screen on the coffee table, the long-haired man was not as angry as he expected. Instead, he rarely drank black tea, put it down slowly, and said, "You look much more pleasing to the eye like this."

"Oh, so you just can't see me happy." Reed rolled his eyes at him.

Jason, who was tidying up things outside the bedroom and taking care of Tony Stark to prevent Iron Man from running away after the reshaping of the world view, turned his head and gave him a worried look.

"You look better when you're not smiling," Weber said, shaking the ashes from his cigar and putting it back in his mouth.

He was thirteen when he met Reed, who was two years younger than him, but they were students in the same grade.This is not uncommon in the Clock Tower, after all, the most indispensable thing in that kind of place is genius.

When Weber first met the little vampire, he was often deceived by his expression. He wanted to suck blood when he was hungry, skipped class to go out to play, rummaged through banned books... The young Weber couldn't refuse that smile at all.It wasn't until later that he experienced more and more that he finally realized that that smile, the standard answer that seemed to be cut from a textbook, was a kind of camouflage and protection for Reed.So Weber is very sensitive to Reed's expression, after all, most of the time, the vampire is always hiding his emotions.When he tells you 'I'm fine', the message underneath that expression is actually 'I'm dying'.

His smiles were restrained and alienated, and he rejected everyone calmly, because he knew that his life was not long, and he didn't want to leave any more worries for himself.

Therefore, Weber hopes that Reed will show a little real emotion like he is now, even if it is angry, sad, and annoyed, it is much better than a fake smile, at least more lively... and more wanting to live Impulse, to be a real 'person', not a creature other than 'person'.

"I heard that when the Holy Grail was recovered, the remnants of the Nazi party also participated in it."

"Nazi?"

"I don't know the details, and the people from the Magic Association haven't mentioned it," Weber said. Compared with the Metropolis late at night, the sky in London is still bright after [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and a few birds occasionally fly through the window behind Weber. Snow White Dove, "Besides, that would be nice, ha, another Holy Grail."

"This Holy Grail is polluted." Reed said in a deep voice.

"The previous one was also polluted, and the result? King Gilgamesh has a physical body."

"I'm not discussing this with you," Reed said, his brows drawn together, "and he destroyed half the town!"

His eyebrows drooped, his eyes were sad and angry, "I watched him burn everything, and there was nothing I could do."

"Then you fucking want me to watch you die, and there's nothing I can do?" Weber kicked the table, the mahogany cabinet made a dull sound, and the large swivel chair turned around. He pressed his forehead with a very unhappy expression, "F*ck!"

"There will be another way," Reed said.

"Damnit! This is the fucking way!" Weber was becoming irritable at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Weber Velvet! We're not discussing this!" Reed finally couldn't help raising his voice a little, "I'm asking you about summoning Heroic Spirits!"

"F*uck, how the hell do I know what to do?" Weber's voice also increased, his eyes scanned the photos on the table, and he pressed the cigar into the ashtray angrily, "Just go Summon, and then win, what else do you want?"

"You lied to me," Webb said. "You really only have two years left, don't you? You told me three years, you liar!"

"..." Reed opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. It took a while for him to say dryly, "I don't want to make you sad."

"You're breaking my heart."

Weber reached out and directly cut off the video call.

Reed leaned back dejectedly, grabbed a pillow in his arms, and rubbed the tassel lines on the side with his fingers.

"So, oh, his name is 'Weber Velvet'?" Tony obviously heard the argument just now, given that he is a genius, a genius who entered MIT at the age of 15 and graduated with the highest score, understands and accepts the meaning of magic. Existence wasn't hard for him—maybe still a little hard, but he'd compromised for the time being, who made him one of them now.

After all, there is everything in this world, right?Superman, spaceship, aliens, Thor... not long ago he just finished dealing with a wave of forces from outside the earth, so magic?Not too bad.

Tony scanned the room and saw a long purple dress on the back of a chair that he hadn't had time to put away.He raised one eyebrow, and asked in disbelief, "You're the one I danced with yesterday? Miss Webb Vervet...?"

Reed gave him a listless glance and nodded.

"..." Tony let out a loud gasp, "I danced with a man all night?"

"We only danced for five minutes," Reed corrected him.

Tony: "I'm dirty, Jarvis."

"Sir, you are clean now."

"Jay, when are we leaving?"

"Anytime," the green-eyed man came over and rubbed his head, "Isn't the situation very good?"

Reed tilted his head and leaned on Jason's shoulder, "The summoning array and spells can't be used, I don't know what will be summoned at that time... Heroic spirits made of death and resentment... .They could all be Berserkers."

"Berserker? What's that like?" Jason has been interested in this since he knew the history and legends of Heroic Spirits.

"The summoned heroic spirits will be endowed with a state of 'madness', and their abilities will surpass ordinary heroic spirits. The price for this is that they will all be deprived of their sanity."

"In other words, seven killer crocodiles..." Considering the powerful fighting power of the heroic spirits, Jason changed the wording again, "Seven days of destruction?"

"Almost," Reed sighed, "it will be very bad. We have to go back to Gotham early. Heroic spirits may be summoned at any time. We must ensure the safety of ordinary people."

"Excuse me," Tony said, "I'm assuming you're the only ones going to Gotham, right?"

"And you, of course," Reed said.

"What? No." Tony refused without thinking, "I'm going to go back and study this. I'm very interested in the 'Heroic Spirit' you mentioned."

"You must go to Gotham, which is the main battlefield and the place with the most abundant magic power. After all, you are not a real magician. New York can't provide you with much magic power. You will be drained of your life force because of the insufficient supply of magic power. " Reid showed him a kind smile, "If you don't want to go, we will knock you out and take you back."

"Oh, Oh, Oh, miss, do you know who you're threatening?" Tony leaned back and waved his index finger, "I don't like that city - gloomy streets, more criminals than New York , the alley, the drunk, the lunatic, the man in the tights flying around in the middle of the night, and that... pompous guy from the Wayne family."

He frowned and put on a disgusted expression, "I definitely don't want to stay in a hotel owned by Wayne."

"You won't be there." Jason comforted him, without saying the last sentence: According to our habits, you should be tied directly to the Batcave.

The magician has no strength in his body, and he can't even muster any strength. The aftereffects of being frightened by the Command Seal are gradually disappearing.He spent too much energy today, playing Superman during the day, dancing at the banquet at night, doing this and that with Jason at the hotel in the middle of the night... Maybe it's because Jason's smell is too familiar, it's easy to make him quiet After calming down, the co-pilot of the car fell asleep within a few minutes after he got into the car.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a dream full of fragrance, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything, like a shapeless cloud of smoke, slipping away from his fingertips.

Jason was driving the car, and Tony was driving his saucy Audi R8 behind them. He is not a man who is easily intimidated by threats, otherwise he would not be called Tony Stark. It just happened that he was very curious about this massive drama called the 'Holy Grail War', so he agreed to come to Gotham with him.

You say there is no grandeur?How is it possible that Tony Stark is involved, and this is not considered a big deal?

"How long have I been asleep?" Reed squinted his eyes in a daze, looking through the glass at the moon hanging high in the sky, surrounded by faint black clouds, making the moon look extraordinarily drowsy and far away.

"Less than an hour," Jason said, "You can sleep a little longer."

"It's enough." The magician rubbed his eyes. Gotham is a city near the sea, and the fishing industry has developed into a big industry. The early winter fishing season has come, and the cross-sea bridge at four in the morning There are also more and more large vehicles coming and going, most of which are loaded with fish caught in the net at night and sent to the city inside to buy.

They were slowly squeezed into the traffic flow. It was hard to imagine that there would be a traffic jam at this time. Reed turned his body sideways to reach for the snacks on the back seat, and opened a packet of biscuits to eat.

"Open your mouth." Reed handed it to Jason's mouth, "This is delicious and sweet."

Jason took a bite, and the biscuit crumbs were still crumbs on Reed's fingertips, and his warm tongue swept them away.

The magician trembled, and when he withdrew his hand, his ears still turned red quietly.

Jason glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth began to curl up again.

"Is it hot in the car? Your ears are turning red."

"No, I..." Reed turned his head away, embarrassed to look at him, and pushed down the car window a little. In the distance was the street lamp on the river bank. The two of them had stood there to watch the fireworks.The cool wind came in with a bit of 'woo-woo' sound, blowing past the burning ears, "...it's a bit hot."

He was like an emotionless eating machine, nibbling on biscuits one after another.

After being blocked for a while, Reed bit the biscuit and stared blankly. Suddenly, his eyes dimmed, and it was Jason who turned sideways. He blinked a few times, and before he had time to say anything, Jason had already He kissed him, opened his mouth and bit off the other half of the biscuit.The rich, sweet aroma of melting buttery wafer crackers knocked him over with a boom.

"Why don't you keep feeding me?" Jason rubbed the tip of his nose against him again, reminding him of what happened a few hours ago inexplicably, the water in the bathtub and the hot skin made Reed's hands and feet go weak.Jason had a mischievous smile on his face, and his voice rose, "Boyfriend?"