[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

After the devil mercilessly tied up the magicians and taunted them mercilessly, more than an hour passed.

Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. respectfully sent Crowley back to a well-known sushi restaurant in New York. The angel in white had been waiting at the door for a while.

During this period, Tony Stark even sent a business card to the red-haired demon, saying that if he needs to find him in the future, the probability of him appearing in the underground laboratory is higher than in his own home. He stared at him several times while looking at a screen, but it was useless.

Alphonse took the clerk back to his shop first, saying that he wanted to solve the problem of the magic circuit. The other people present also had their own commuting methods. Soon, except for Steve who was in charge of escorting the magicians Apart from Natasha and the others, the plane was empty again.

"They're dying."

The jeweler's expression remained unchanged: "The body has endured too much magical load, and modern medicine basically has no cure. Even if you call the best doctor, it is estimated that you can only last for another three days."

At the end, he seemed to be thinking of something, and added softly: "So if you want to interrogate something, hurry up."

Before leaving, the little clerk with sharp ears vaguely heard someone calling urgently, saying something like "Please make sure to send Dr. Strange out." He trotted all the way to keep up with his boss, worried: " Didn't you say try not to let ordinary people get involved in mysterious affairs? I heard that the doctor just now is quite famous... Is that okay?"

"What's his name?"

Alphonse finally had a slightly surprised tone.

"Stephen Vincent Strange."

The clerk checked his personal information on his mobile phone: "He is a very famous doctor. Although his main field of study and specialization is surgery, he has almost reached the level of a general practitioner."

Oh, that one.The alchemist nodded knowingly: "It's okay if you call him, let's go back."

The little clerk suddenly had an alarm bell in his head. If he had learned anything from spending time with an unnamed gem dealer in the past two years, it was that the more the other party mentioned things inadvertently, the more he had to guard against them and pay more attention. It is the safest and most harmless time to lie down on the sofa with a black face and concentrate on playing games.

Stephen Strange, without the other party's knowledge, the little detective labeled this person as a need to be vigilant in his heart.

"...So it is necessary for S.H.I.E.L.D. to collect more information about Mr. Strange?"

The little clerk trailed behind him and spoke in a low voice.

"I can't sort out anything. Do you want to increase the amount of useless work?"

"……In no mood."

The detective shook his head suddenly, and the rest of his words were sealed in the cool wind blowing by.

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

In the evening of that day, there was still an extra line added to the little detective's receipt report, which was personally ordered by Alphonse, which made the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special department of mysterious affairs add another whole day's overtime workload.

"Mystery attracts mystery, and problems will bring problems one after another. Some people are just not on the border with mystery at this moment in time."

The jeweler tapped on his keyboard, remembering the large group of students in El Mello's classroom who caused trouble all day long, and had a deep understanding of the fact that "talent is not always a gift sometimes."

"Boss, can't you be more straightforward?"

The little clerk looked bitterly at his store manager giving up the chair in front of the notebook, and his mentality was about to explode: "If this continues, sooner or later, my boss will ask me to take another degree in psychology or theology."

"A degree in theology is not enough."

Alphonse downplayed the fatal crit: "The useful information that contemporary theology can provide is really too limited."

When he was young, he studied Norse mythology for a period of time based on his personal interests. After discovering that the god of trickery named Loki gave birth to an eight-legged horse, he looked at the young Asgardian little prince. The eyes became more meaningful.

No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't look like he's ever been married, let alone having a baby...

The little clerk sent out the email bitterly and bitterly. It is conceivable what kind of waves today's report will cause in SHIELD.

Half a month later, the underground laboratory of Stark Industries.

The alchemist sent another batch of spinel to replace, and took away the old version that had been contaminated by palladium metal debris, as if it was a posture of recycling and waste recovery—of course, more The likely reason is to save money.

After all, the price of spinel has not changed at all.

This time, the replacement of spinels has long been familiar, and Alphonse himself didn't even show up in person, but sent the clerk to bring a gem box, and nested the polished spinels one by one into the surrounding area of ​​the ark's reaction furnace. On the reserved mounting spring.

"Alphonse is busy recently?"

Stark, who had regained his original mustache image, asked inadvertently, "He sold these spinels himself before."

Isn't he still a big client?The entire previous SHIELD rescue plan, the cost of gemstones, pendulums and divination rods were all recorded on the top of Stark Industries' head, and Nick Fury still plausibly said: This is all for saving The US government can only reimburse 10% of the extra consumption you have incurred.

——Is this in human terms? !

In the face of big customers who can generate a quarterly turnover at every turn, the attitude of VIP customers should be adjusted anyway, right?At that time, he went to Afghanistan himself for similar reasons, but he did not expect to encounter an ambush in Afghanistan... Stark tidied up his clothes, and the Ark reactor emitted a constant white light through the T-shirt again.

"Because there is no technical content anyway, I left it to me to do it. Before that, he also entrusted me to help him exchange gold into US dollars."

The clerk counted his scope of work in detail, and felt more and more like a handyman who was caught from S.H.I.E.L.D.: "I used to buy wine for His Excellency the Prince of Atlantis, but now the work of ordering takeout is gone. Leave it to artificial intelligence..."

"And what about Alphonse?"

Tony couldn't help asking: "The data sent back shows that he has been offline most of the time recently."

"The alchemy workshop has a signal shielding device, produced by magic, sir."

This question received a natural answer: "It seems to be one of the red lines of the agreement between the Clock Tower and S.H.I.E.L.D. If it is not necessary, such as an emergency that endangers the survival of the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. has no right to spy on a magician Normal research, as well as the structure and work inside the workshop."

Since the farce of the identity exchange ended, the blond jeweler has returned to his original peaceful life, as if these critical incidents before were exactly the same as the countless incidents he had solved alone. It was as if nothing had happened, and he was back to being a small profiteer in Brooklyn who lived in a corner of his life.

And this fact made Tony Stark feel extra frustrated.

He raised his hand and rummaged through his cabinet, and took out a chocolate-flavored donut from it. He remembered Alphonse's half-serious and half-spitting complaint about his poor stomach and eating a lot of sweets, and he hesitated for a while. up.

He actually has a little belly, God, he is Iron Man!Thinking of the hesitant expression on his face when the jeweler exchanged bodies before, Tony Stark felt that he probably needed to put fitness on the agenda—maybe some A patriotic old American Popsicle would do especially well in this regard.

At this time, the whisper of the devil suddenly came from his ear.

"Anyway, you will regret it if you eat it, and you will regret it if you don't eat it. Why don't you eat it first, and satisfy your appetite (gula) first."

Tony nodded, it really made sense.

He was about to unpack the transparent plastic wrapping of the donuts when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around 180 degrees and saw the red-haired devil with black sunglasses in his pockets, looking at him with interest.

Crowley had a bunch of crow-black wings tucked behind him. Apart from this physical feature, he looked nothing like the bald and horned demons in the storybooks in the straight suit.

"The Latin word for gluttony, if you're talking to me, use the word gluttony anyway."

It seems that the sentence just heard is a "devil's whisper" in the physical sense.Tony Stark took half a step back, stretched out his hand towards his side, and a part of the iron suit flew from a distance, dragging a spray of golden tail flames and fitting it on his left arm, in the golden red palm, in the palm The cannon glowed white.

"Is this the only way you use to threaten others?"

Crowley sighed exaggeratedly, as if he had suffered a huge blow: "Sorry, I apologize, being too proficient in business as a demon is really my problem, such as causing sweets dependence, bulimia and vomiting, gastrointestinal function Problems such as disorder... After all, my immediate boss is the director, so although I don't have such an interest, as a subordinate, I always have to carry out the other party's will once or twice."

Anyone who knew Alphonse would probably have learned some basic knowledge of theology in the end.Tony Stark converted in his mind without any hindrance: "Satan, the director of 'gluttony' among the seven original sins, Beelzebub, the king of ghosts?"

"The one who is accompanied by flies as soon as he comes out, to be honest, every time I see him, I want to carry an electric mosquito swatter with me."

Crowley slandered his boss mercilessly, without the vigilance and respect he had in front of the angel when he visited his mansion last time.

However, it is impossible for a person who really respects his boss to lie with the angels for thousands of years... Stark put down his palm cannon and asked, "What are you looking for me this time? I need to cooperate with you again." Hell to play?"

"Of course not. The last time you summoned me at sea has already given me a good explanation."

Crowley found a chair and sat down, and took a cup of hot cocoa handed over by the little clumsy hand: "What a good material, human beings are trying to open the door to hell, and the magic side is responsible for guiding the summoning." The second magician selected layer by layer to maintain the stability of the world, can there be more exciting news than this, I even feel that the hope of promotion and salary increase is in sight-damn, I am a devil, what are you talking about? I hope, I was really abducted to the point where I can’t use my brain.”

This person is really black and can be said to be white, or vice versa, should he be called a devil? Tony Stark felt speechless for a while: "So, the devil who doesn't need to submit a new report to hell Why did Mr. suddenly come to my laboratory?"

"Because demons are naturally willing to see chaos."

Crowley took off his big sunglasses, revealing a pair of golden snake eyes: "How do you feel, human hero? How is your user experience when you step into the mysterious world for the first time?"

"not so good."

Inexplicably swapping bodies, being inexplicably kidnapped, and suddenly encountering a demon summoning ceremony that is said to almost destroy the world, the amount of information he has ingested these days is enough to get a new Ph.D. It's not that hard.

Fortunately, even if the world is on the verge of destruction, there will still be people who plan strategies to save the day, and block dangerous and dangerous disasters out of sight in places most humans can't see.

If Iron Man is the hero everyone expects, and Tony Stark is a businessman with mixed reputations, then who is Alphonse Edelfelt?

Thinking like this, Tony Stark shook his hand, and the gas cutting gun was not held firmly, and he cut an extra hot gap in the part.

Tony Stark: "..."

Fortunately, it's just a piece of material for a confirmatory experiment, so it won't be wasted - money is not a problem, and if the painstaking efforts put in so far are completely reimbursed, it will not be worth the loss.

Crowley let out a short sneer.

Stark: "..."

No, Alphonse has seriously affected his productivity.

The red-haired devil made a big circle in the underground laboratory, took out a bottle of champagne from the wine cabinet, tossed it up and down a few times, and felt that it was very suitable for him: "Then, use this bottle of wine as a bottle of champagne. The price of information exchange."

"Hey!"

Tony Stark was very dissatisfied: "This is one of my treasures!"

"Don't be so anxious, the son of man who is chased by knowledge, when you hear my next news, you will definitely find it worth the money."

Crowley put on a posture, walked to Tony Stark's side and bowed slightly, whispering softly into the ear of the bearded businessman:

"Some uninvited guests are coming to Earth again, why don't you go to the SHIELD database to see where Mr. Edelfelt will be called next?"

Crowley stretched out his finger, and slowly drew a circle in the air, which was meaningful: "Although in the eyes of you humans, we are not the same religious system as them, but since angels and demons are real, other myths and stories also exist." It is only natural that things happen for a reason...In this day and age, the 21st century god drop is really quite rare and rare."

New York City, Brooklyn, Edfield Jewelry.

[Sir, you have a new call, the signal source is SHIELD, do you need to answer it? ]

The speaker of the smart housekeeper suddenly sounded, and the wind chimes in the room suddenly turned on without wind.

The door of the gem shop's workshop was slammed open, and Alphonse took out his mobile phone concisely: "Take it here."

Since the last oolong incident of being trapped in a chrome-white battle suit, all electronic devices in this room have added voice recognition functions, and their algorithms are uniformly dispatched by an unnamed smart butler.

"Hey, what, the magic dress that fell on the ground... How can you be sure that it is a magic dress? Last time, you gave me a few crystal skulls processed by machines without magic power."

"...New Mexico? Travel reimbursement?"

"Escorts? My clerk will go with me, and you can do whatever you want with others."

Alphonse held the mobile phone in one hand and watered the spider plants in front of the store with a watering can in the other: "If the result has nothing to do with the mysterious thing, you have to pay the labor fee, which will be transferred to Animsfia's account .”

"……Okay, I know."

The author has something to say: The real devil whispers: what to lose weight!If you don't eat, you will have the strength to lose weight!Let's eat first!