[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

After that, they were assassinated several times as expected. Howard said that it is true that he is hated by others. His business is all over the world and it is a sensitive field. Sometimes he broke other people's money. It is easy to be used to attack on the cusp of the storm, but he can perceive the killing intent within a radius of two kilometers very well. Often after the enemy sets up a sniper rifle, he can follow the path that does not exist in reality. Aim at the ballistic trajectory and track backwards all the way to the position of the sniper.

"Your hand is too foul."

The mustache businessman curled up on the beanbag sofa of the hotel, watching Lindell press the head of an assassin dressed as a hotel waiter against the wall: "No matter whoever has the will to hurt you, he will move The very beginning of thought is discovered."

"They stole your arsenal? Looks like your security team really needs updating."

Lindell put his hand against the opponent's temple, and the pressure on the skull forced the opponent to confess the facts of the crime: "Don't give Ms. Carter any trouble, she made an overseas phone call to scold you."

"Good suggestion. The next development goal of Stark Industries should be a satellite phone."

Howard watched Lindell stretch his hand across the assassin's neck, followed by a swallowing voice, "Do you still need the magic power provided by the soul now?"

"...It's not particularly necessary, the main reason is that it feels a bit wasteful."

Lindell wiped the corner of his mouth, and drew a blood-stained red mark on the back of his hand: "Hurry up and end this matter, my patience is running out."

"And don't you plan to change your hairstyle? This looks like a wandering artist."

Howard suggested.

Lindell glanced at him, and the other party immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say anything, and I fully support you if you want to wear a skirt."

—In the sketchbook of the man who once drew himself with long hair, as an adult, Lindell thought.During the war, he daubed the sketchbook with a pencil, outlined the outline with a few strokes, and then said with a smile when he finished drawing, maybe I would already be an old man when you became like this.

Unauthorized breach of contract is too much.

Of course, he didn't intend to criticize the heroes all over the world, so he could only vent his anger on Howard, so Lindell picked up the electric razor, drove him around the room while begging for mercy, and finally apologized out of breath.

"Your temper is really bad!"

Howard accused: "How did they endure it at the beginning!"

After finishing speaking, he felt that this guy probably didn't have many human friends who could completely relax, and his tone softened again: "After this incident is over, let's go back to New York and have a drink."

"No alcoholic beverages then."

"...Are you really an adult??"

Howard's eyes widened: "The taste is like a junior high school student... Forget it, drink whatever you like."

The charges against Howard Stark were dropped the year after World War II ended.

Stark Industries' business is booming, and even opened a branch in Los Angeles. It is said that the next step is to enter the manufacturing industry in Japan and open the branch overseas.

Ms. Carter has also regained her position in SSR and won the respect of most people in this environment that discriminates against women in employment.

Lindell has made several trips to the CIA, most of which are accompanying to protect technical and espionage personnel, and a few are responsible for solving local ghost incidents or supernatural incidents, judging whether it is the work of goblins, and identifying curses.As promised in advance, the remuneration every time is very considerable. For ordinary humans, this kind of desperate life can indeed exchange a lot of money, and soon his bank account will be full.

——There were even salespeople who didn't know the truth called and advised him to buy a few stocks or wealth management funds, but they were all politely rejected in the end.

Colleagues invited their friends to go to the movies. It was said that there was a new movie about Captain America being shown in the theater, but in fact the actor didn’t look like that person at all even though he had undergone make-up corrections.

On the poster, a blond man with an unfamiliar face is holding a round shield and shouting at the camera.

"Hmm...so...you really don't want to see it?"

The agents took a long time to recommend a representative to talk to him: "We have a treat, I have never seen you hang out with everyone before."

"Forget it, after all, it would be a little weird to watch a stranger play a familiar person."

Lindell shook his head: "And it doesn't look like anywhere."

This sounded a bit disappointing, and the rest of the people were embarrassed to say that they planned to watch this movie. After all, this person in front of him once worked with Captain America himself, and was even one of the closest comrades-in-arms of the other party. .

So the detective who was first sent out to be the vanguard hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Then, what does Captain America look like in your memory?"

Lindell thought for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Hey... Humans can change. He never lied to me before."

In the end, his colleagues went to the movies together as part of the team building activities of the day.Lindell was very free on this day, and originally planned to spend the whole afternoon in the room reading a book, but just as he spread the book on his lap, a bright circle of fire suddenly appeared in the room.

A human wearing a long cloth robe came out of the glowing portal, and nodded at him with his hands behind his back.

The visitor was not malicious, or used some more advanced means to hide his emotions.

The breath from the other party, as a human being, can be said to be weather-beaten - she must have lived for a long, long time, and there is no similar situation in history. The last one was recorded in the story Among them is a very famous case called Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

Lindell tensed his nerves, and his pupils, which were originally indistinguishable from humans, elongated instantly, but the other party smiled reassuringly, and even took two steps back: "It doesn't make sense to tell you the name, after all, my name is the same as yours. It's just a code name used for a period of time... I am the current Supreme Mage on Earth, and everyone generally calls me Ancient One. (Ancientone)"

"Supreme Mage."

Lindell repeated the word.

Even among creatures living in the mysterious world, many have heard of this title—the Supreme Mage does not refer to a human individual, but a position passed down from generation to generation, responsible for guarding the gap between the real world and the multiverse. The barrier between them, drawing magic from higher-dimensional beings (gods), is a powerful mage who balances the world.

——This is not the power compared to the ranks of humans, but includes mysterious creatures such as goblins, angels, and demons, who are in charge of the power of time magic, and are on par with most non-human beings.

"Why did such a person suddenly come to me?"

Lindell narrowed his eyes and asked: "If you want to connect with humans, there are some people who are of higher rank than me and who know that magic exists in this world; A true ancestor named Poppy, that woman outlived me."

"Because there is something I want to ask you for."

The ancient one's attitude is very polite, with the kind of calm that has spanned a long time: "We want to build the third temple of the magician of Weissandi in New York."

The temple, as the name suggests, is a higher-level fortification than the magic workshop. It can maximize the influence and use of the power of the land veins where it is located, and is connected with the original power of a higher dimension-the magicians of their branch As an example, it is probably Weishandi himself who can directly connect to the Trinity.Building a temple has always been a big project, and in today's mysterious and desolate world, it is even more difficult to build the concept of a temple.

"—In the past thousands of years, we have selected many addresses, such as ancient Babylon, Constantinople, Cairo, and many famous cities you can think of... They may fall with the whole city, Perhaps due to the change and depletion of the leylines, we have to change the location, but we plan to choose New York as the foothold of the latest temple."

The number is three, and the surrounding magic power defense formula of the components must be able to cover the entire earth. Their temple is connected to the magic power of Weishandi's source, and connected to the entire planet's leylines. Year, serious and orthodox.

"But I'm not very good at human magic."

It was rare for Lindell to be cautious. Facing this supreme mage whose age was unknown, the other party's mystical attainments might be much higher than his: "Not to mention that the magic base of the American continent is not as good as that of the United Kingdom. Similarly, even if you have full magic power adaptability as a fairy, it is really..."

"I didn't find you for these contents."

Master Gu Yi interrupted him: "After all, the times are constantly changing, and we are also facing some new problems that are different from history."

"Actually, it's because..."

The other party came to borrow money.

Lindell folded his arms, his face was numb - one of his cognitions about human magicians is that they are basically rich, even if they are not as rich as Stark, they should not be too shy to ask The extent to which strangers borrow money.

But obviously this group of mages from the origin of Emperor Weishan is too poor.

And it's clear that these guys intend to just borrow and not pay back.

Lindell: "..."

Although he really has nothing to spend money on, but...

"It doesn't do me any good, does it?"

He folded his arms, frowned, and looked at the Supreme Mage in front of him with scrutiny.

"Weishandi's mages will be your helpers, and all the classics here are open for you to read, and compared to the attitude of ordinary humans towards goblins, we can accept anything."

Master Gu Yi said meaninglessly: "Whether it is a mysterious creature or a human being, as long as it is an intellectual creature, we can treat it equally from the bottom of our hearts - a residence where we can rest at any time, isn't that enough in exchange?"

"I can live in the CIA, but if I can't, I can still stay in the SSR where Ms. Carter is. You are not a reason."

Lindell bargained: "At least come up with something else that is more sincere."

The other party curled the corner of his mouth as if he knew he was going to say that.

"I know you hid one of your human friends in Fairy Township."

Gu Yi said slowly.

Lindell's eyes sharpened in an instant, and Gu Yi's expression remained calm despite his silent threat.

"I know, you didn't tell anyone about this... because other humans can't be allowed to discover that the 'goblinization of humans', which even Hydra hasn't done, is actually feasible in theory. "

The other party seemed to sigh silently: "I also know that you actually don't believe anyone now. You didn't tell Howard, Carter, and Fury, and a series of humans who have a good relationship with you."

For a moment, Lindell wanted to stab the temple of the man in front of him with his nails, but the other party was the supreme mage of this world, mediating the last line of defense before the dark dimension and the human world.

——This is the biggest reason he hasn't told anyone and has always stayed in human society, a secret he carries.

It is said that ancient humans would bend hard materials that cannot be deflected by means of making, the so-called straight wooden rope, which I thought was the case for wheels; or powder the material, and then refill the mold to change the original Shape.Crowley may have guessed the truth, but he just touched Lindell's hair after the war and said that you have now been transformed and our oath is over.

He's waiting for the pancake, which shatters at the touch of a touch, to be hammered into a new form by time, to grow into a durable core.Not everyone can endure this process. 800 years is enough time for a bhikkhuni to fall into a constant death-seeking madness. I heard that a human magician desperately prolongs his life, but after 500 years, he becomes a monster who has forgotten his original intention.

To this day, he is still not completely sure whether the choice at this critical moment is correct, and whether keeping a short life is itself a kind of protection for human beings.

"There is only one chance, and I will help you open the gate of Fairy Township for the second time."

Gu Yi said: "And in a covert way, it won't be as earth-shattering as you made last time."

"Communication and teleportation, time and space are the characteristics of Weishandi's origin. Each of us needs to learn the only method from scratch."

She said, "Is this price enough to convince you?"

Lindell was silent for a moment, he really couldn't refuse this.

Most of the building materials are ready-made, and this genre that has been passed down for a long time has no shortage of materials, mainly because the price of buying a piece of private land is relatively high.

The location was set on Brick Street in Manhattan, New York.This is indeed a hub for the circulation of earth veins, but it is by no means the best place. Lindell questioned it with some doubts, but Gu Yi only said that the temple is mainly powered by magic power from the source of Emperor Weishan, geographically The location is mainly to correspond with the remaining two temples, and the dependence on the leylines is not as serious as imagined.

After the war, New York was efficiently digesting the wealth it had acquired at a rate visible to the naked eye. Several places on the entire street were being renovated, and because of this, their place seemed less conspicuous.The large pieces of stone were transported from nowhere, and besides the money for the land, they did not pay much extra—this group of people was obviously used to careful planning.

From laying the foundations to the work of various craftsmen, Lindell felt that he had seen all kinds of human bloodlines from all over the world—an Asian has been doing stone carvings near here recently, holding A chisel with cut-off properties attached, clanging and working overtime.

"...I thought building a house would at least call for an engineering team?"

Lindell was dumbfounded.

"Each brick and tile of the bottom layer of the temple must be protected. In this way, even if it is damaged to a certain extent, it can be restored to its original state with magic power."

A middle-aged man with a beard explained: "You must know that places like the temple are often targeted by inexplicable enemies."

But this is too poor... After seeing Howard's open-ended factory construction efficiency, the working mode of this group of people who are really protecting the world can't help but hide their faces.

Fortunately, when building buildings, they will use magic power to interfere with the attention of people around them. As long as they are ordinary humans without magic power, it is difficult to notice the abnormalities here. Several mystics use gravity operations at the same time, which is enough to replace Cranes come and make large construction materials flying around.Weissandi's mystics come from all over the world, with different skin colors and accents. Most of them have mastered three or four languages. The pronunciation may not be so standard, but there is no problem with reading, so there is no obstacle in communication.

"What's it like to live long as a human being?"

Sometimes, Gu Yihui personally came over to oversee the construction and was responsible for the erection of some key hub magic circles. Lindell sat on a piece of steel bar with his chin in his hands, and asked while observing, "I want to refer to your opinion in advance."

"There is nothing special about it. Before the next successor is selected, I cannot freely decide when to choose to end my life."

Gu Yi smiled at him: "Fortunately, the feeling of taking on this responsibility itself is not too bad."

——This sounds a bit too heavy, Lindell thought, but in the war a few years ago, there was also a person who was willing to carry the flames of war of the entire world on himself.

She has a detached aura on her body, which often makes people ignore her gender, and has a kind of wisdom created by the condensation of time. Lindell sometimes feels that this is like a spontaneously formed bee colony structure, and the ancient one mage is this group The queen bee among people, but after hearing this hypothesis, the other party just smiled, saying that everyone is a practitioner on the path of seeking truth, and there is no distinction between good and bad in protecting the world, it is just her own role. The strongest one naturally assumed the heaviest responsibility.

"How can there be such a reason? You are stronger only because your talent is better. Human beings are naturally adaptable to magic power. It cannot be said that you are born to work harder than other people."

The goblin youth seemed very disapproving.

"It's not bad for you to think so."

The other party's kind expression seemed to be looking at a junior.

"But choosing to live longer than other humans comes with a responsibility to live longer."

The progress of the construction of the New York Temple has been intermittent. These mountain mystics seem to have their own schedules and homework. Their base camp is in Kama Taj in Kathmandu. As the funder of the land of the New York Temple, Lindell once He was invited to visit once, and the surrounding magic circle was complex and complicated. This complex and exquisite magic power structure seemed shocking in his eyes, and at the same time, the place itself was shockingly impoverished.

And the mystics are obviously content with such a living environment. After seeing Lindell, they will greet him in a neither humble nor humble way.

Unlike the barren quality of life, the library here is rich in books.Master Gu Yi allowed him to read all the classics in Karma Taj.The magic power systems used by humans and goblins are different, but the most troublesome content is the language barrier - except for a small number of books written in Latin and Hebrew, he cannot understand the rest of the content. Reluctantly guessing from the basis and formation, it is like finding a partial differential equation just after learning elementary school mathematics.

Lindell: "..."

He suddenly understood why the people here could speak several languages—there would be no one responsible for translating such mysterious content.

Master Gu Yi couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "Anyway, you have plenty of time to squander. You can borrow a few books to go back. It's good to pass the time when you're not an agent."

"Won't you bother?"

Lindell raised the thread-bound book in his hand, which has obviously been passed down for many years.

"I remember all the books here."

The ancient one blinked at him: "When necessary, I guess they will disturb me first... This is one of the meanings of the existence of the supreme mage."

That means you can borrow it casually, Lindell nodded, thinking that he probably had to learn a foreign language.He signed up for a German training class for himself as Lindell Carter, and only after signing up did he realize that the Paperclip Project has recruited a large number of Germans, and there are many native speakers in the SSR, so it doesn't take such a hard time.

Three years after the end of World War II, the prototype of the New York Temple was established.

Lindell, as the nominal owner of the real estate, took a photo at the gate of 117A# on Brick Street. This private land includes underground mining rights, above-ground space rights and surface use rights, which will be continuously increased in the next few decades. It has become another impregnable fortress for Weishan Emperor's mages.

In the same year, several high-ranking Nazis who escaped the court-martial were all assassinated, with superb techniques and unknown perpetrators; a book about Captain America's personal biography was published, which became very popular in New York.

Lindell bought it and flipped through a few pages, feeling that it was still lacking in meaning.

He is sitting at the stairs of the temple, watching the young man behind him struggling to manipulate the crutches—it is said that he is a new disciple of Gu Yi, whose spine was transected due to transverse myelitis. Can barely walk with support.

"Casillas?"

He recalled the man's name.

Senior Lindell.The man responded in a low voice, the sound of the wooden crutches hitting the ground was dull, and his waist was bent deeply.

"Are you reading a book about Captain America?"

"I bought it out of curiosity."

These new disciples didn't know the details of his identity. They only knew that he was a goblin living in the human world. As for the relationship with the Roaring Commando, it was a mystery that only the top military officers could understand.The ancient master's secrecy measures are well done, and he has always been tight-lipped, and these mystics themselves are also very self-restraining, and they will never inquire about other people's details without authorization.

"Do you like him very much?"

Casillas asked: "As a wartime hero, he has always been very popular with humans here."

"……I have no idea."

Lindell thought for a while, and replied: "But I think the result of the deduction in my mind should be different from what you guessed."

"If I liked him like those people, I should be obsessed with his stories, his museums, his films and posters. I should enthusiastically go to his films with human beings, and then chatter after the film is over. discuss."

Lindell frowned and said: "But in fact, no matter which one of these, it will make my furnace heart more unstable."

"...So I thought, it shouldn't be like this, Casillas, I shouldn't like him."

"Oh."

The other party glanced at him, only to feel that human beings and goblins really have different ways of thinking.