[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Alphonse couldn't understand for a while, how long is the "recently" that Loki said.

After all, this guy's age is not the same unit of measurement as people on Earth.

These creatures with divinity and divine core were often honored as gods by humans centuries ago, but in fact, from the perspective of magic, gods possessing "divine core" means the same thing as vertebrates possessing spines—this is Based on the characteristics defined by some taxonomy.

The "recent" mentioned by Aziraphale casually is likely to be within the last 100 years, and the history of the United States is only 200 years in total.

"how long ago?"

Alphonse asked: "According to your time, it's not too long since I first saw you."

"I know, you don't need to emphasize the fleeting life of the Zhongyuan people, if you have been unwilling to use gem magic to prolong your own survival time."

Loki rolled his eyes: "The 'recently' I said is of course calculated according to your time, specifically, compared with the last time I saw you in this store."

Oh, that's really not long.

Alphonse showed a thoughtful expression, it should be when he just took over the duties of a Barthel Melo and went to New York alone.At that time, he quickly contacted the temple in New York, and it didn't take long for the magicians in the temple to admit his strength. He sorted out the geography of this land, and hurriedly counted the families of the local magicians, taking a break from his busy schedule. He also had to face the prying eyes of many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., until one day later he voluntarily showed up in Nick Fury's office and confessed his identity and part of his purpose to the blindfolded tenth-level agent.

The clock tower just sent a notice to S.H.I.E.L.D. with a condescending attitude, and the turmoil caused by the notice was finally settled by himself alone.Alphonse looked around in Fury's office, and spread his hands helplessly:

"It's not that I didn't take the initiative to follow the normal process to report. Your organization has been infiltrated too exaggeratedly?"

Fury: "??"

"If you really need this, I can sell you some potions that can make people only tell the truth, but this kind of thing has a dosage limit for ordinary people, and eating too much will have negative effects on the body. "

The alchemist blinked his lake-green eyes, implying: "Many people in this building have malice towards this world, but I don't care about your scientific affairs. In the final analysis, it is your own. thing."

At that time, the clerk who had just been assigned to perform surveillance tasks in the store only dared to cast a nervous glance, and even had to choke his throat when speaking, and Alphonse himself didn't get along with ordinary people much. The experience of two people tormenting each other in silence—or unilaterally torturing the clerk.

After all, enduring loneliness seems to be a required course for an alchemist.

But things seem to be different now.

"Have you made friends in the atrium?"

Loki squinted his eyes and looked at it. Asgard is martial, and the silver tongue and the god of tricks are not the titles on the stage. Therefore, even if he holds the identity of the little prince of Asgard, he has nothing to do in Asgard. Much to be seen.

"Is it?"

Alphonse thought about the Stark and Banner he met recently: "In a sense, they are my new customers."

Loki suddenly had a feeling that "everyone was unpopular, but you left the group without authorization".

When they met for the first time, this human being was just an insignificant apprentice who barely learned to speak the human language, and followed Zellich like a self-disciplined puppet.The growth rate of Zhongting people has always been rapid, and after a few more years, they have grown into shy young people who don't speak much.

Even if he didn't have the mentality of an old father, Loki would occasionally bring up the feeling of "seeing the grown-up apprentice become very successful", so he raised his eyelids, and drew two horizontal strokes on the table with his fingers. Shu: "I remember that your gem magic feature is 'as long as you get the approval of the source', you can compress the spell into the gem."

Alphonse nodded, "Yes."

"Then, I'll give you some worthless additions."

The god of trickery tilted his head, got up and pushed open the shop door to leave. On the table he had just sat on, there was a line of runes still shining.

Original Rune.

What kind of meaning is given to it needs to be clarified urgently, but it is indeed derived from the World Tree, brought back by Odin from the Mimir Spring, and used by the Nordic gods.

……

When I got back to the store, the clerk had already been waiting for a long time at the cash register with his chin in his hands.

The store is in business as usual, and there are no customers.The agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. exhausted his mobile game strength, and pointed to his laptop when he heard the wind chime at the door: "Shop Manager, are you going out to deliver? Who is the customer this time?"

He watched Alphonse leave with a large diamond with his own eyes. According to the requirements of S.H.I.E.L.D., he needed to record the content and object of each transaction as much as possible. Although he thought that this kind of work was useless, but In order to reassure a small insider, the process still has to go through symbolically.

"god."

Alphonse put down his four-dimensional pocket, and shook out a large table of polished amethysts from it: "In the form of barter, I received some crystals of good quality."

After all, aliens don't have dollars.

After smoothly writing the beginning of the daily report, the clerk's typing on the keyboard froze for a moment.

"Shop manager, you said, who is the customer?"

He asked again in disbelief.

"god."

Alphonse increased the volume, thinking that the other party didn't hear clearly at first.

"..."

The detective felt that he was exhausted physically and mentally, so he shouldn't take the initiative to increase the workload for himself. It would be fine if he just wrote down that the owner has something to go out today and his whereabouts are unknown and cannot be traced. Besides, the interruption of the signal on Friday can also be proved. Why? Do you have to take the initiative to stimulate your nerves...

He tapped his fingertips three times on the keyboard to reveal the word "God" and leaned so that Alphonse could see: "Is that how I write?"

"Yes, just write it like that."

Alphonse nodded earnestly, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized: "So your boss asked you to be precise about what kind of god it is?"

Shop clerk: "..."

He felt that life was even more difficult: "So are there still types of gods?"

"Are you a monotheist? If so, I apologize."

Alphonse apologized: "I didn't mean to destroy your beliefs."

"No, no, I just want to discuss this issue on a physical level... Forget it, I don't need to discuss it, I'll just write 'the partner of the transaction is God'."

The detective resolutely decided not to pursue it, otherwise he always felt that his boss would say something shocking again.Another "clerk" reminded at the right time: "Mr. Alphonse, you have been offline for a total of three hours, and the exact location cannot be located. It is now [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Do you need to have dinner in the store?"

After seeing a clerk ordering takeout once, Friday took over the job very naturally, and even gradually figured out the taste of the store manager through data analysis.

At this moment, Friday received a signal from another Stark Industries artificial intelligence. After a brief calculation, a gentle electronic voice asked in the store:

"Mr. Alphonse, if you plan to continue eating takeaway as in the past week, Mr. Stark would like to invite you to a dinner party."

Subconsciously, the alchemist wanted to say no.

It’s really not a good thing for him to establish too many connections with ordinary people, such as Dr. Banner’s job needs—after all, New York can’t be allowed to be smashed by Hulk—it’s understandable, but the dinner...

Alphonse vaguely recalled what El-Melloi II said about the magician's dinner party with swords and swords hiding murderous intent.

It sounds troublesome and dangerous.Various factions intertwine to test each other, like a cup bow and a snake shadow.

But another voice seemed to remind me that the life of ordinary people is not like this.

"Have you made friends in the atrium?"

He remembered Loki's question, and when he mentioned the title "Atrium Friend", it was obvious that he had known Orm, Weber, and Aziraphale for a long time, but the first thing that came to mind was a little friend. Silhouette of bearded businessman.

"Sir?"

Friday, who didn't get a reply for half a day, urged hesitantly.