[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Although jealousy played a part, Modu certainly wouldn't completely lose his mind because of jealousy—otherwise, according to his style of play comparable to that of the thirteen stick monks in the Shaolin Temple in the magic world, the New York City surgeon with no combat experience would probably be beaten Immediately killed on the spot.

He gave the other party enough time to reflect and summarize. Although he was beaten violently, Strange's reaction was obviously smoother.

The onlookers were also a little relieved - the big brother is still the big brother in their hearts, but the way is more and more like the master.

"Imagine!"

Modu shouted: "Most of the battles of magicians are battles that are won by change. The magic power can follow your own ideas to produce changes. Use the spells and techniques you have learned before!"

The magic of a project may not be inferior to the complicated and cumbersome chant, but in the hand-to-hand combat, the gem lord Alphonse is most used to Gandr, which has been strengthened by various gems.

Strange raised his head. In fact, he hadn't tried to attack others at all, and his habits as a doctor made it difficult for him to bring up such thoughts.

But if he doesn't do something, he might get clubbed for a day by this curmudgeon...

The doctor raised his head, and subconsciously recited a spell while Modu was jumping high with his stick.

"Fracta"

weight operation.

Modu's figure froze in the air, and even his aura fluttered along with it.

Plain gravity magic.Most people use this kind of technique just to prevent the water glass from falling to the ground and smashing directly, but in this guy's hands, it can directly interfere with the gravity of an entire human being.

Extraordinary talent, he thought sourly more than once, as talented as Casillas, if not more outstanding.

Gravity magic is not only able to reduce the gravity of the target, in a blink of an eye, Strange moved his mind slightly, raised his hand and slightly pressed down on the air in front of him.

With a bang, Mo Du slammed heavily on the ground, making a small hole in the ground.

Modu: "...!!"

Strange: "...??"

He suddenly felt that the eyes of the people around him were worried that his eyes had turned into silent condemnation, and he quickly cleared himself: "I don't know! It's my first time trying this!"

Modu got up from the ground, with a stream of nosebleeds.

He wiped his nose, stared blankly at the blood on the back of his hand, then looked at Strange who was still confused and didn't know what he had just done, and praised: "It's quite strong."

If Alphonse used this magic without using gems for assistance and calibration, it would be absolutely impossible to produce such a destructive effect.Facing today's Strange, even Modo has to admit that the other party is indeed a genius who surpasses many people in terms of magic talent.

He felt a little bitter in his heart, but he quickly comforted himself that talent didn't mean everything.The time and training he has experienced will not betray him. They are still the indestructible cornerstone of his long years as a magician.

Alphonse originally planned to have a meal in New York, but after the meal was over, he was invited to visit the completely remodeled Avengers Building for some reason.A shooting range for a variety of firearms, a simulated training room for combat training, an emergency treatment area with an entire team of medical staff, and a kitchen where simple meals can be prepared if needed.The original meeting room still uses the specifications of the Stark Industrial Building, and not many changes have been made, but the equipment has been optimized on the original basis.

"There are also several floors dedicated to temporary living rooms for the Avengers."

Tony Stark introduced: "You can choose any place you want to live in, and everyone who is committed to defending the world should have this right."

The lake-green eyes moved over and stared at Tony Stark calmly, until the other party coughed a little guilty: "Of course... I reserved the room next to me, and the facilities in the room need to Better, I remember that you magicians need a hidden workshop? I also reserved a dark room in the room to do these jobs."

He pulled out a silver metal card from his pocket, laser engraved with the Avengers' logo.When the card was handed to Alphonse, the blond gem merchant was taken aback for a moment. Even an alchemist who doesn't understand the operation of the world should understand the meaning of the other party's attitude: "...why do you want to do it? This level?"

This is a hero of mankind, a character who pushes the entire scientific world forward with his own power.He knew that there were mixed opinions about this person on the Internet, and there were sayings like "Tony Stark is the most willful public figure of this century", but now those warm brown eyes are almost full of sincerity.

Of course he couldn't refuse such kindness, but...

"What do you need me to do?"

He asked: "This does not meet the equivalent exchange of alchemy."

Stupid words, Alphonse judged himself that way as soon as he opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of any other adjectives for a while.The other party obviously didn't mind what he said, and just sighed softly: "If Crowley hadn't told me in advance that you magicians are all weird guys, I might think you have something to do with me." Worrying views... I would have liked to know what you were doing and thinking, but that involved too much that you couldn't tell anyone."

His tone paused, and his voice changed from the way he used to be when he was in high spirits during the live interview and declared that "I can save the world by myself": "I think this should help you a little bit."

——If your work is indeed inextricably linked with the world, and no one can replace and share it, then at least do something more for you.

A few days ago, angels and demons spoke seriously in Stark's mansion.

"We came to you to tell you something about Alphonse."

Aziraphael's speech speed is very fast. He has the problem of speeding up when he speaks in a hurry. It is almost like a cannonball one word after another: "We feel that something is not good. After a series of evaluations, we think that these You should be told."

"Of course, it's also because it's more convenient for us to write the report if you tell you. After all, you are a guy who can set off a discussion in hell."

Crowley leaned on Stark's long sofa and said without any hesitation.

Tony Stark frowned visibly, his home is not a hotel, why this group of winged aliens—since the Norse gods are aliens, then the Christian angels should be similar—could He broke into a private house, and even uttered nonsense on his sofa.

But this involved Alphonse after all, he opened his mouth, but he still didn't drive away directly.

"He has seen some very... terrible things, which are not something that the brain and soul of an ordinary human can bear. Sir Zellich helped seal his thinking, but for human beings, it is really It was too much, that 'too much'."

When Yazi Raphael was nervous, he emphasized slightly nervously: "This makes him unable to live the life of ordinary people, even ordinary magicians. As his friends, we are very worried..."

Crowley coughed dryly. "As a friend of his friend."

He disassociated himself very quickly.

"Crowley, you need to know that this is not the time for a war of words."

Aziraphael gave him a disapproving look.

"Oh angels, demons are always like this, you either get used to it or you get used to it. Anyway, if that guy dies suddenly or has a mental breakdown, it will be very difficult for us, but there are really few normal people in this world who are related to him , if you intend to contact Alphonse, I hope you can persist for a long time, long enough to become a new wedge."

After Crowley finished speaking, he was stunned as if his tongue was scalded: "God, it's so hard for me to let a demon say such things, I feel like I've eaten a red-hot iron now."

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes slightly: "Wedge?"

He knows this concept. In mysticism, wedges or anchor points are the same thing as datums, just like the assembly of parts needs to select one or more datums, and all subsequent assembly differences and dimensions will revolve around this datum.But if this term is used on people, the meaning expressed is difficult for people to understand.

"You know he's making money, right?"

Crowley asked.

Tony nodded: "If he doesn't abide by the rules of those magicians, maybe he can earn a little more."

He wouldn't mind giving some of the profits to the magician's friend - if the other party really regarded him as a friend.

"Yes, I think you should know what he is doing to make money in general... He should have told you part of it. It was a communication skill learned from the God of Lies, telling the partial truth of a matter. others, and then let the other party mistakenly think that's all."

Crowley said: "Let me guess what he said? Supporting a friend's research? Or is it that most magicians need a lot of money to support them? In this way, those guys in Nepal are really poor Terrible... No wonder it is a strange thing in the eyes of the clock tower."

Aziraphale glanced at Crowley, but this time he didn't directly refute the other party's intention: "But since Al is only willing to tell others part of it, we won't go against his wishes, so we can only give you some hints. "

Crowley took the other party's words: "He said he was supporting someone's research... If in the end they find that that research will have no results, or that they will not be able to support this research for a lifetime, then guess what, What's going to happen to that guy?"

Tony Stark was taken aback.

He knows the name Maris Billy Animsfia. During the volcanic incident in Yellowstone Park, that person pointed out to Alphonse the problems of Gotham's leylines. Although he has never met him, he should be quite capable. magician.

In his impression, Alphonse had never made a wrong decision, so Crowley's statement was beyond his expectations.

"We hope that at least when the worst moment comes, before that guy is completely destroyed or given up, you can support him to continue to live normally. After all, if Alphonse dies like this, we will be very troubled Yes. After all..."

Crowley said word by word: "The power of a goblin is not something that an ordinary human can grasp, and every time you pry it, you will pay a price."

"..."

It would be fine to ask him for help, but...

"—Why did you come to me?"

"Because you are the only remaining human who still cares about this guy's life and death, and 'human' is precisely the part he lacks the most now."

Crowley rolled his eyes: "The value orientation of magicians is weird and most of them only focus on their own affairs, and I, Aziraphale, and the group of Asgardians are also different from you humans, and only Human beings can truly save a human being, and other foreign objects will only accelerate his alienation."

"Among all human beings, you will be the most suitable one in terms of motivation and action. You must know that demons can always hit people's hearts... We use everything we can, you know what I mean."

Crowley smiled, four sharp white fangs showing from the corners of his grin.

The angel and the demon turned into two beams of light and left his home. Tony Stark was a little worried and confused. From what they said, Alphonse was obviously in a dangerous state, but as far as the current situation is concerned, He didn't feel that this person could be in any danger at all.

This is a guy who can be resurrected on the spot after dying once——he thought a little indignantly. He is so invulnerable that people can't find a reason to help.

Moreover, the devil's direct attack on people's hearts... Tony sat in the laboratory with his face covered, and he didn't turn on the computer screen for a long time.

Between his fingers, his ears were slightly red.

"Sir, it is detected that your heart rate is higher than the average, do you need medical assistance?"

"……unnecessary!"

By the time Nick Fury received the news that Alphonse had returned to New York and ran to the Avengers Building to arrest them, Alphonse and Tony had already left first, and the high efficiency of the two made him pounce again. empty.

"Damnit Stark."

If you scold Alphonse, you will be cursed back, so Nick Fury did not hesitate to reprimand Tony Stark who was running around with the alchemist.

At this time, the two parties were on their way to the New York Temple-the vehicle was a sports car.

"Isn't it nice to take normal transportation once in a while?"

Tony held the steering wheel, and felt that it was a good idea to drive away Harpy who was driving: "Although the magician's portal is indeed very convenient."

"Isn't there cognitive interference in the New York Temple?"

Alphonse was particularly puzzled: "How did you find out its specific address?"

"The first time I went there, I let the artificial intelligence record the path. Faced with magicians like you, what you see with your naked eyes is unbelievable, but the signal generator must still be loyal to me."

Tony Stark proudly glanced back at Alphonse who was sitting in the back seat. This dangerous driving action made the other party urge him to turn his head and drive properly: "You don't have to bother in the future, you can go directly to my shop , there is a space secret passage leading to the New York Temple.”

Otherwise, it's not a short drive to Bleecker Street from Edelfelt Jewelers in Brooklyn.

"Hmm... Doesn't your store not welcome ordinary people?"

Tony raised his eyebrows with some amusement.

"Ordinary people don't have magical protection."

Alphonse said, seeing the shocked gaze of the other party as expected: "It should be Aziraphale who stayed on you, although I don't know why you have been in touch all the time, but I probably know what they mean... Thank you."

Sitting in the back seat of the sports car, the alchemist's voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the engine.

"I am very happy, thank you."

A temporary driver suddenly felt that he might need a heart rate monitor, otherwise why would he feel that something unknown was rushing from the heart and spreading to the whole body, limbs and bones.

It's a pity that the good atmosphere didn't last long. On the streets of Brick Street, as soon as the car drove into a certain enchantment, the street scene suddenly changed. Accompanied by an explosion, a strange figure emerged from the window of the New York Temple. The location broke through the window, jumped into the golden portal and disappeared.

Tony Stark slammed on the brakes, and the sports car whined and turned a sharp corner to a stop.The entire street was empty, and it was obvious that they had strayed into a space that was not accessible to ordinary humans.

The golden-red battle suit covered Tony Stark's body. Alphonse opened the car door, and saw a few unfamiliar magicians who were in a mess and ran out from the gate of the New York Temple. .

"what happened?"

He stopped one of them and asked sharply.

Seeing that it was Lord Gem, the other party said without hesitation: "It's Casillas...he and the evil magicians who followed him tried to open the door to the dark dimension and seize the treasure of the temple guards, so that many Come up to the world of the reality dimension where Mam descends!"

"Where's Strange?"

Alphonse asked subconsciously, and realized that the other party might not even know the newcomer's name: "Where is Modu, where is he now?"

"He's, uh..."

The magician rolled his eyes, as if some curse had taken effect, he fell to the ground with blue eyes.

"Dark Dimension, Dormammu?"

Iron Man stood behind Alphonse, and suddenly said: "Excuse me, did I hear something that I shouldn't know?"

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