[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Although he always made some irrelevant jokes, after getting along for a long time, he would feel that Howard was not bad. He was obviously an engineer and had specially obtained a pilot's license, and he had an exclusive flight to and from the United States from the war zone.

In addition to Lindell, Ms. Carter was also on the downwind plane. The latter was holding a thick stack of documents and was carefully looking through them one by one.

"What's life like in the military?"

She asked, "You have done a good job in the last few missions."

"The magic power is quite sufficient."

Lindell flexed his elbows, and the strength he drew from the battlefield allowed him to occasionally go out to enjoy a relatively good meal like Aziraphale—even if he still didn't have much enthusiasm for human food.

The war did not bring any substantial changes to him, not even a centimeter in height. Howard once wondered if it was because the absorption of magic power was still insufficient, but Lindell denied this guess.

"The 'transformation' of our kind of goblins has nothing to do with the amount of mana intake, nor has it much to do with the time that has passed."

"Everything happens at a certain point," he explained.

Just like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly at the right time, the chick sheds its fluff and grows enough feathers to support itself in the sky.

Peggy looked at the young man who was sticking to the window and looking out. There was no doubt that the other party was a useful sharp knife in the hands of the army.

"Next time we plan to consider letting you go to aid the Marine Corps, maybe we will meet the 107th Division... What do you think?"

"It will be all right."

The attitude of the other party was not so eager: "It doesn't matter like it is now."

Peggy couldn't help but think of some rumors among the troops—the reaper of death, the god of death on the battlefield who lived by absorbing the fear of the dead, or other various gossip...In essence, human beings will feel fear because of the unknown, just It's like human beings worshiped unknowable creatures as gods in the past.

"Don't pay attention to what they say."

She reached out and touched her soft golden hair. In fact, as long as she gained trust, she would feel that the thinking mode of goblins is much simpler and rougher than that of humans: "You are a member of the Allied Forces. In fact, we have considered waiting for the war to end. Still hiring you to work for us - as now, to meet your needs as best as possible."

Although he didn't ask for a salary, Lindell was assigned a special set of personal identities, and every time he took action, he got a lot of money.Carter also helped him win various citizenship rights in the United States. Taking advantage of the incomplete statistics of his identity during the war, he actually opened a bank account as Lindell Hohenheim.

"Will humans kill each other on such a large scale in the future?"

Lindell was a little puzzled: "What good does this do for them?"

"It's hard for me to explain this to you in detail, sir, but this is what we are fighting to avoid."

Peggy said.

This is really difficult to understand, Lindell thought, but the nature of human disputes has little to do with him.The plane lowered its landing gear and quickly taxied on the runway. Stark took off the pilot's helmet and exaggeratedly saluted the two passengers: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for taking the Stark International flight."

"Don't you usually hire a pilot...the only one you always fly yourself."

Peggy raised her eyebrows: "See you next time, Mr. Stark."

"Hey, why don't you stop by and have a meal...Okay."

Howard Stark turned around and looked down at Lindell, who was much shorter than him: "I'll send you back first, and there's the picture just now, just pretend you didn't see it."

"The process of erasing memories is very complicated. Generally speaking, I would not like to implement this method on my own brain...well, I didn't see it."

The blond boy was kind and generous: "Send me back to Brooklyn."

Steve's performance today ended fairly well.

While dancing among a horde of female dancers in high-slit tutu skirts is an embarrassing thing to do in front of a camera and a crowd of screaming spectators, if it's any good, he It's not that I can't hold my face at all.

But the hints, banter, invitations, and all the things he's not good at welcoming a crowd after a show are another matter.

The big blond man pushed away from the crowd with some headaches, and unexpectedly found a familiar face in the backstage of the performance stage.

"Lindel?!"

Not too familiar... After all, he looked small and underage, already donned in wigs and garlands with loving expressions by the dancers waiting for the next performance.

Steve: "..."

Based on his understanding of Lindell, the other party probably endured quite hard.

He put a jacket and trousers on the red, white and blue tights, and then helped Lindell remove the wigs and all kinds of decorations hanging on his body. The fairy boy really showed a relieved expression, Jump off the stool to move your limbs.

"Is this your brother?"

An actor winked: "He's so cute."

"I'm a Confederate soldier."

Lindell frowned, and looked at the actress with scrutiny: "Belongs to the special assault force against Hydra."

"Okay, little soldier."

The actress with brown wavy hair slapped a kiss on his side face, leaving a complete lipstick mark, and then raised her eyes to look at Steve: "Your brother is so cute."

Lindell: "..."

Until walking back on the way, he was rubbing his face with his sleeve vigorously.

"Is there any more?"

Lindell asked, tilting his head.

"It's gone, it's gone, stop rubbing it."

Steve couldn't help laughing: "It's just a little lipstick."

Veterans returning from the battlefield often have battle-tested arrogance, but it seems that this experience does not apply to goblins. When Lindell deliberately restrains his aura, he will even be regarded as an ordinary boy and let others rub him Rubbing - although I am very reluctant.

"It's hard to go back to New York. How is the situation on the front line? I guess you will have some first-hand information that others don't know."

Steve put on a lighthearted tone: "Do you want to have a cup of coffee or watch a movie?"

"The 'front line' I'm in is different from most troops. Most of them are in mountain bunkers, and a small part is underground."

Lindell first answered the other party's question seriously, and then turned to ask back: "Why movies and coffee? You didn't mention these before."

"Well... recently I consulted some people."

Steve's eyes began to wander: "They said that if you want to invite... um... you'd better try a similar place... If you don't like it, you can change it to something else."

"What are you talking about vaguely?"

Lindell complained: "And I'm not like your brother, the frequency of people saying that is getting higher and higher recently."

"Anyway, you don't really care what those people say."

"Then do you care?"

Lindell asked.

"I……"

Time is like a differential centrifuge, Steve thought. This is a new device he knew in the laboratory. They are the same tube of blood that is stuffed into the centrifuge and will eventually be separated into different components.

"If possible, I would like to be your comrade-in-arms."

He smiled and finally chose an unmistakable answer.

——Elves have the same level of intelligence as humans, and some are even higher, but other than that, they are different everywhere.

Before stepping on the plane, a young Indian-born pilot once told him that the other party claimed to be a magician with an incomplete heritage, and the reason for joining the army was that it would be more convenient to display necromancer magic on the battlefield.He had a streak of oil paint on his cheek, would perform strange rituals on the plane with his hands on a string before he took off, and hadn't been heard from since he flew to Italy.

"Forget the coffee...Speaking of which, you have acted in so many shows."

Lindell suddenly suggested: "Do they plan to let you make a movie?"

"……Let me go."

Steve covered his face: "It's already very embarrassing now."

This expression was so interesting that the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Ms. Carter said she wanted me to work with them when the war was over. What do you think?"

"Well... I have thought about contributing articles to magazines if I don't fight wars in the future, but if you do, I will support you no matter what you do."

He flexed his middle finger and thumb, and flicked the opponent's forehead: "Agent Lindell, that sounds pretty cool too."