[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

After putting down the phone, Alphonse turned around and saw Loki throwing the gem in his hand up and down, the magic power between his fingers glowing, and he was eager to try the magic formula in this magic workshop.

"Al, let me add a temperature adjustment technique to your workshop."

Loki said while shaking his wine glass, unlike Orm who would lie obediently on the table as soon as he was drunk, this god of trickery obviously talked more, and his thinking was more imaginative, even Alphonse was a little bit picky. not on.

But the only thing that is certain is that there is no free lunch in the world, especially a certain Asa god who never suffers.

So Alphonse asked again: "In exchange, what can I do for you?"

Loki didn't hesitate: "Help me kill Thor."

Alphonse: "..."

The jeweler's expression froze for a moment: "Forget it, my store has air conditioning."

It seems that the problem lies with the great prince of Asgard.But then, no matter how presumptuously Al tried to stir up the topic again, the drunken little prince was still tight-lipped and refused to reveal any information, but said over and over again that he must kill Sol and then take his Mjolnir, the new king of Asgard.

"That's the weapon I asked the dwarves to forge when I was a child!"

Loki's eyes were red, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in alcohol: "I also collected the materials... As a result, Odin gave it to Sol! In addition, only Sol can lift it up." Excessive protection!"

Alphonse suddenly realized: Ah, he seems to have forgotten about Mjolnir.Because Thor's Hammer is almost untouchable except for Thor himself, he completely forgot about this less important matter after suggesting that S.H.I.E.L.D.

Give Duggan a call later.

Half of Loki's body slumped on Alphonse's shoulders. The weight, which was completely different from the density of human beings, almost caused the inactive jeweler to fall. After applying several layers of motion enhancement to himself, he heard the sound of The voice of the drunkard shouting: "Let's find Mjolnir, then take it away, seize Thor's power, and then become the new king of Asgard..."

"Sol's power?"

Alphonse followed him intermittently and answered, "God-made armor still has this function?"

"The old man Odin said that if anyone can pick up Mjolnir, they will have the power of Thor..."

Silver Tongue babbled uncharacteristically, and finally tilted his head, breathing evenly.

Alphonse: "..."

The power of each pillar of god comes from the god core, and it is impossible for the god-made military equipment to reverse this reality. The god of tricks is definitely more aware of this kind of thing than Alphonse.The alchemist slightly raised his shoulders, and the guy lying on his back didn't move, and muttered a little wronged: "As long as you are the god of Asgard, you won't be drunk by this inferior wine in the atrium... ..."

—and fell asleep again.

The gem merchant has shoulder-length blond hair, which is exactly the same as a thunder god with an open personality, but has a completely different personality and power system.

Alphonse opened the portal, arranged the little prince of Asgard, who was already drunk and unconscious, into the New York Temple, and asked Karl Modu with murderous eyes, do you have any herbs for sobering up here?The kind that can also be useful to gods, I think he will definitely not take the hangover medicine bought by the nearby hospital.

Behind him, many curious magicians followed closely to probe their brains.

"Well, I have some there."

Wang Yongyuan walked in a hurry, holding a thick pile of classics of Emperor Weishan's origin: "I'll bring it to you when I'm done. It seems that you, the guest, won't be able to wake up for a while."

"absurd!"

Modu patted the table: "That's an evil god! How could you let an alien god with unknown purpose get involved in the New York Temple!"

"Come on, Mordo."

Some daring disciples poked their heads out and interjected: "It's not the first time that Alphonse has brought some guests here. Master entrusted Al to help us, and at the same time allowed him to freely use the facilities of the New York Temple." Well."

A big brother is always a big brother... The chance to be jealous of a big brother is rarely a few times a year!Mr. Alphonse is quite valued by the ancient one mage. Even if he abides by the rules to the point of strictness, Mo Du can't embarrass him theoretically.

Modu held his breath in his throat, unable to go up or down, he glared at the provocative magicians several times, and then said to Alphonse in a warning tone: "Pay attention to your behavior, If there is any change in the evil god lying in the room, I will definitely take measures - then, I can't guarantee how friendly these measures will be."

Alphonse nodded knowingly: "It's just a little housework in Asgard. After it is resolved, they will definitely not stay on Earth for too long. I will cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D. to deal with this matter as soon as possible."

After closing the door, the alchemist sat on the bench beside the bed, knocked on the golden horned helmet that was placed upright by the bed, and made a clanging sound with his bent index finger knuckles hitting the metal: "Are you awake? Now can I reveal a little more about what went wrong? This is the New York Temple, one of the three holy temples in Midgard. I think you probably know that the current temple administrator is the supreme mage Gu Yi on Earth. It’s not that you would expect this little housework to be spread more seriously, Gu Yi should sue Odin.”

Loki: "..."

An unnamed god of tricks who was lying on the bed and pretended to be dead clicked hard in his heart.

Sure enough, magicians are not easy to fool, even if this person's age is placed in Asgard and he can't even take care of himself.

"Odin is now asleep."

Loki sat up with difficulty, feeling a throbbing pain from alcohol in his temples: "Sol was deprived of his divine power and thrown into the atrium. Everyone knows that this is the test left by that eccentric old man for Sol. When he has completed this trial, the name Saul Odinson will still be written on the throne of Asgard."

The green-eyed little prince gritted his teeth: "I'm not as good as they want."

"But you ordered gifts for your brother's celebration in Ahnenerbe a few months ago."

Even if Loki put on a very realistic look of wanting to kill his brother to seize the throne, Alphonse felt that the matter could not be so simple: "What happened in these few months?"

So, magicians are troublesome guys.

Loki took a deep breath, if his brother had one-tenth of Alphonse's sharpness, everything wouldn't be so bad.But imagining Sol who suddenly became smart—this bastard had already taken up all the preferential treatment and preference that an Asa god could have—he felt that it was better for Sol to just be so stupid.

"Okay, okay, if you can't contain your curiosity."

Loki supported his forehead, and decided to reveal part of the truth: "It started when I sent a few frost giants to destroy Thor's enthronement ceremony..."

Alphonse: "..."

How could this story be so exciting at the beginning.

New Mexico, a desert.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. has cordoned off the area, and guards with live ammunition are stationed in this no-man's land. Centered on Sol's Mjolnir, a simple research station for Thor's Hammer was built on the spot with assembled building materials. stand up.

This incident has shocked many organizations. Apart from the Magic Association represented by Alphonse, there are also many official and unofficial organizations involved, including the SCP Foundation and the FBI. The ability to move the hammer that carved the seal pattern by even a millimeter.

"At least we know it's a rune engraved on it."

Damm Dugan's expression was not friendly. He was handing over relevant information about Mjolnir to Agent Philip. Thor, who was anesthetized, asked him to carry out the follow-up work of "peaceful establishment of diplomatic relations with aliens" and was rejected. After hearing from Alphonse that the pair of god brothers came to the court to involve the dispute over Asgard's throne, Dugan felt his head hurt even more.

"The meaning of the specific runes still needs to be interpreted in detail. The video data has been sent back to SHIELD headquarters, but to be honest, I don't think they can decipher anything."

Philip spread his hands: "If Alphonse is not here, a group of religious professors alone, you know, they can only tell you the meaning of these runes, but I all know that this is Odin who spent a year hanging on the world tree. It was obtained from Mimir Spring for the price of an eye."

But whether there is such a god as Odin, and what he was hanged on to invent the runes... Who knows.

The two were exchanging documents and materials when they heard the people around them exclaim: "God, someone broke through the firepower network in this area!"

Dugan and Philip raised their heads suddenly, and their next move was to look at Mjolnir who was lying quietly in the middle of the building—the other party didn't respond, and he didn't look as mysterious as Alphonse said, except that no one In addition to being able to pick it up, the SCP Foundation has already defined the Safe rating, and is negotiating with SHIELD which party should contain this thing. If the Foundation takes over, they need to use Mjolnir Establish a local containment site for the center.

"We've found out to whom it belongs, gentlemen."

Among the two, Detective Philip, who is relatively eloquent, shouldered the work of negotiation: "Its owner, or a professional who can explain it, will come up with a solution that everyone is satisfied with within a week. In the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., it will never have any adverse effects on Earth."

"In the name of S.H.I.E.L.D.? With all due respect, you don't have a good reputation. Haven't you caused enough trouble over the years?"

A young man in an FBI uniform said tauntingly, "I remember that you sent someone to set up the boundary line around here. Well, I just got the news that it was breached by a UFO."

Dugan: "..."

He just knew it was.

Once it is determined that this thing "is not a serious danger", human curiosity and desire will climb up like tarsal maggots, scrambling to be responsible for it, eager to grab what we can't know at the moment. knowledge.Philip glanced at the people present with different attitudes. He didn't have any sense of pride to stand out from the crowd. S.H.I.E.L.D. To use the body of an ordinary human to touch those things that have been carefully separated from human beings."

He knew it might be tinged with human arrogance, but they had to do it anyway.

This is for humanity, he thought.

Detective Philip looked solemn, and said slowly: "I think, I have another proposal for this matter..."

——As a result, the proposal was not made.

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of dust was raised in front of everyone.

The ground of the building was not pasted with cement because of the sudden incident, but a temporary house that could shelter from the wind and rain was barely built around it. Everyone coughed violently.

Agent Dugan covered his mouth, his eyes widened in the flying dust.

Damn, I don't think there's enough trouble!How could Tony Stark get involved in this kind of thing!

The golden-red armor took a few steps forward, and there were two ashen-faced guys sandwiched between the left and right elbows. As soon as he put the two people on the ground, the other party backed up several steps one after another, as if wanting to Get as far away from him as possible.

"Cough cough cough... Stark! Just because I told you that there is a god drop here doesn't mean you're going to fly over at supersonic speed, right?"

Crowley fumbled out the big sunglasses from his pocket and put them on his face, coughing fiercely: "Just because I'm a demon doesn't mean you can fly me through the sky with no protection at the speed of breaking the sound barrier! We should at least order a Isn’t it an airline ticket?! Or you don’t have a private jet!”

Aziraphale was just as bad, or worse—because white clothes always looked dirtier.

The disheveled angel took out a handkerchief and rubbed his face fiercely: "... To be honest, Mr. Stark, your behavior is really too much, and besides me and Crowley, you also smashed into this building ceiling."

Stark looked up to the sky following the words of the other party. The blue biodegradable building board on the ceiling was knocked out a gap like a human body stroke. The sunlight was projected through the big hole in the ceiling. With the dust in the room, Tyndall The beam of light produced by the phenomenon just shrouded the top of Mjolnir, and the fine dust visible to the naked eye rolled and rose in the beam of light, which was difficult to calm down.

"...Well, I mean, sorry."

The face armor of the steel suit was lifted upwards, and Tony Stark said: "I didn't expect that neither angels nor demons can fly at supersonic speed."

In short, I was wrong, and I was wrong in expecting too much from you.

Crowley: "..."

Aziraphale: "…"

They know why this person has been slandered numerous times online!Tony Stark just has this ability to be annoying with one mouth!

Even real angels can't stand it anymore!

Crowley was so loud, he put an elbow on the shoulder of the steel suit, leaned close to Tony Stark's ear and shouted angrily: "Tell you a little common sense of life! Demons and angels fly with wings Wings! Do you understand! Have you ever seen any creatures with flapping wings that can fly faster than the speed of sound? Even airplanes, propeller airplanes also have speed limits! Why do you think that our own flying can catch up with the afterburner of jet engines? room??"

Someone who was named and criticized rolled his eyes: "Uh..."

Before he could figure it out, his artificial intelligence opened his mouth in advance: "Sir, according to the data retrieval, the fastest flying bird is the sharp-tailed swift, and the fastest cruising speed is about 352.5 kilometers per hour. Does the manned flight mode of the suit increase the cruise control speed limit?"

"Good job!"

Tony Stark turned to Crowley, "Need it?"

Crowley: "..."

Who is the devil!

And there will be problems with a speed of 350 kilometers per hour in the manned mode!

The red-haired demon rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and beat someone up. He completely forgot that he was the one who persuaded Tony Stark to come to New Mexico at the beginning. Aziraphale quickly grabbed Tony Stark's arm, and the scene was chaotic for a while. Finally, after the two disappeared with a snap of their fingers cursing, Agent Dugan finally had the opportunity to ask: "Stark, what are you doing here?"

"Of course it's to try to pull out the sword in the stone."

Under the golden-red battle suit, there was the natural face of a mustache businessman: "Mr. Demon told me that only a true hero can pick up that hammer, so I came here to try it... By the way, where is Alphonse?" , Generally speaking, such weird things are indispensable, right?"

Dugan couldn't help showing a delicate expression: "You came at the wrong time. He opened the portal back to New York two hours ago. You know, these guys can teleport."

Stark, who just flew over from New York at supersonic speed: "...?"