[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"It's a vow."

The blond goblin raised an index finger, and the fingertips had sparkling magic power flowing slowly.

In fact, the effectiveness of this kind of swearing magic is not very high, because the content is too imprecise. It neither defines in detail what is considered "protection within the scope of one's ability", nor does it clearly point to "what is the end of life in the mouth of human beings" - after all Using the time-accelerated technique to quickly cause the body to age naturally is also the end of life. There is no detailed plan at all for the specific implementation standards.

If it was a more professional magician, or a human with experience in dealing with goblins, they would never leave such a big mistake, but Howard showed a clear smile, saying that he thinks this is very good.

"—It is reasonable to suspect that you were already thinking of similar things when you assumed the identity of Lindell Stark?"

Lindell raised his eyebrows and asked him, the person in front of him had always possessed the cunning of a genius, but under the ravages of time, he lacked the sharp arrogance of 30 years ago.

"Well, if you want to blame, it's not just me, Jarvis is also involved in this discussion."

Howard rarely shrinks his neck with guilt: "It's the same for Maria, and..."

And, they will die one day.

After a person reaches middle age, the body function will gradually decline from the peak period of being a human being. The medical technology of modern society may greatly delay this process, but there is still a limit to the physical activity time set by nature for human beings.

At the very least, this guy can't be allowed to go to the future left behind by everyone...

Thinking this way, Howard said something completely different: "And my son's IQ test result is quite high. If you are interested, you can ask him to teach you Unix."

In the first 3 minutes of meeting, Lindell felt that his Unix learning was wasted.

Anthony Edward Stark, Howard's son, is definitely not a perfunctory character, although he is only one meter tall today.

Lindell has dealt with minors a lot in Vietnam. They are basically simple creatures that are very satisfied with a whole piece of corn or roasted sweet potatoes. If Lindell can make bamboo shoots grow from withered bamboo forests to fill more hunger The stomach pouch, that was going to be the most popular of all the little ones.But the child in front of him was sitting on a chair covered with sable velvet imported from the Soviet Union, dangling his two legs that could not reach the ground, and even the guests at home did not shift their gaze to the side for even a second.

There was a strong smell of burning rosin in the air. Holding an electric torch in one hand and a solder wire in the other, the child was seriously treating a circuit board that had not been soldered yet.

"Uh, it's a great honor for you to come, Mr. Lindell. Your room has been arranged and prepared in advance. You can live here or anywhere else if you want."

Jarvis bowed slightly to him, obviously knowing the oath between Howard and Lindell.Howard was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. After arranging someone to help drive him over, he boarded the plane again. He didn't know which branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. Lindell's communication with the woman was fairly limited.

"What is he doing?"

Lindell pointed to the messy pile of wires and unnamed things on the table.

"The eight-bit logic controller made using the nmos process is a type of single-chip microcontroller, which is said to be called a single-chip microcomputer."

Jarvis reported a long list of unfamiliar words to him in a tone that he himself was somewhat confused: "But to be honest, I don't know what he is doing now. There’s a bit of a generation gap between generations.”

This generation gap does seem to be quite large. Lindell nodded in conviction, and Jarvis asked again, since you can perceive other people's emotions, can you help judge what he is thinking now.

"So, perceiving emotions and perceiving the content of thoughts are two completely different things..."

This group of people always likes to use his innate ability as Charles, and they can't explain it clearly. Lindell frowned, and after carefully identifying it, he could only hesitate and say: "He is... very happy now."

"Ah, I can see that he should be very happy... You don't need to rely on the ability of a goblin to see this level, right?"

Jarvis said quietly.

That's right, the eyes of the two of them were fixed on the back of Anthony Stark. The other party was unaware of the discussion about himself that happened behind him. It is quite stable to maintain the mentality of "self-entertainment is very happy". According to the words of the game characters, the state is all green and the mentality is very good.

Lindleton sometimes had the illusion that electronic pets can be entertained without leaving them alone-the concept is quite popular in Japan recently, and some colleagues even asked him if he wanted to buy a device.

"But it's not safe for children to always be exposed to such high-temperature things."

Jarvis was worried.

"As long as the problem does not require amputation, it can basically be solved with magic, so don't worry."

Lindell is full of confidence in this point.

Howard gave him a very loose time limit. Burning himself is obviously not included in Lindell's business scope, but as an additional friendship, he can help to deal with the wound-this small matter may not be Lindell's turn Do it yourself.Howard himself is not very good at home. In this building, the chef, nanny, family doctor and Jarvis, the responsible housekeeper, can basically cover all the needs of a human cub, including what Mr. Anthony thinks of himself. and unexpected.

such as……

"Jarvis?"

The human cub who put down the torch spoke.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Edwin Jarvis sideways very gracefully.

"I need to buy four indicator light parts, a display screen that is about the same size as this circuit board and can match each other, and an electronic picture tube, and finally two new solders. The solder needs to be changed. This time I bought a little Not so easy."

The other party reported his needs cracklingly.

"Ok sir."

Jarvis nodded, and then, as if he had discovered a new world, the other party looked over the butler's shoulder: "——Who is that?"

I've been here for about half an hour, and Lindell looks back with folded arms.

"Well... Lindell, the temporary name I use now is Lindell Stark, and I will probably live here for a while. Regarding this matter, I suggest that your father explain it to you personally..."

Anthony obviously ignored the words "let your dad tell you". He jumped off the armchair and ran to Lindell's side: "So who are you?"

Lindell thought for a while, and recited: "I am the illegitimate son of your father's father."

Jarvis: "...Oh no, God."

Although he didn't believe in God very much after hearing the story of the goblin... But there is really no better interjection at this time.

Lindell added: "Depending on the circumstances, it could be your father's illegitimate child, or it could be yours in three or 40 years, but it doesn't matter."

Jarvis: "..."

He took a hard look at Lindell: "Sir, with all due respect, your chatting skills really haven't improved at all in 30 years."

Although he is still able to count his age with one hand, Tony Stark is not completely ignorant of this concept. At this moment, his emotions are full of shock and confusion, and his eyes are wide open. Looking at Lindell, the other party looked directly at him with a rather frank expression. The eyes of the two sides met for a few seconds. Tony was defeated and turned his head to ask Jarvis: "Is what he said true?"

"...No, Mr. Xiao, he was joking."

Jarvis tried his best to save his respect: "This is Mr. Lindell's cold joke, but it is not suitable for minors to listen to."

"He is, actually... Well, you can understand it as the godfather, anyway, he will live here all the time."

Mr. Steward tried his best to explain, but Lindell and Howard seemed to have a huge age gap, saying that they could be entrusted godfathers, and even looked more like new graduates from Stark Industries.

But fortunately, children's preferences are very straightforward and face-controlled. The exquisite appearance simulated with real ether has added a lot of impression points to Lindell himself, so even if he stepped on the initial impression of speaking strangely, he was accepted. It was fairly quick.

—mainly because the building is also frequented by nannies, doctors, and cooks, so that the kid is receptive to the presence of new faces.

Starting from dinner, a new pair of bowls and chopsticks have been added to the table.Lindell himself stated that he didn't need to eat so frequently, but Jarvis insisted that humans get together for dinner as part of enhancing communication, so he also symbolically raised his knife and fork.The impression is that Riaz Raphael has always enjoyed such moments, Crowley is insensitive to other human food except alcohol, Lindell is in between, he has a preference for sweets, but he eats dinner very much Fewer, giving the impression that eating habits are quite unhealthy.

"So why can he eat three donuts in one meal and not eat any vegetables?"

That first night Tony finds out that his family status is being challenged in this home.

"Because I don't get cavities no matter what I eat."

Lindell replied logically: "Anything damaged on me can be repaired quickly, but you can't."

Tony: "..."

He pleaded incredulously, "Jarvis?"

"Well, yes, sir, Mr. Howard allows Mr. Lindell to live here in whatever manner he is accustomed to."

Jarvis coughed dryly: "Including eating three donuts in one meal."

"And you humans need to eat a reasonable proportion of food to survive normally. I eat just for fun."

Lindell added fuel to the fire: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't eat anything."

He didn't deliberately hide his inhuman identity in front of the other party. After all, this kind of thing will be exposed one day. At least in a few years, Howard's son will find that he will not age with the passage of time at all.Fortunately, before the other party was about to cry at the dining table, Lindell successfully diverted his attention with a few interesting runes, let a pair of knives and forks float in the air, and cut the knife and fork actively. After finishing the steak on the other party's plate, this trick is indeed attractive to any child. Tony immediately began to question whether this trick used magnetic levitation technology or some kind of mechanical super-distance effect.

"It's a spell."

Lindell blocked him with a word.

...he looked like he was about to start crying again.

Jarvis later realized that the current situation is not "an extra person to help him look after the child", but "the problems that need to be solved at home have suddenly increased several times", and he usually cooperates with Howard to solve the problems of Stark Industries. In the affairs of the company, I feel that I may be prematurely aging.

In the next few days, Lindell placed many defensive spells in the building.The Xavier School for Gifted Boys is also equipped with the same hostile perception dress. Lindell made a similar version, but it is different from the opponent's exquisite mana magic. Carry out manual recharging and operate by actively providing magic power.Now, of course, he himself does not lack for magic, and it is easy to be a temporary charging station.

Consumables Howard readily paid all the money, allowing the Vishanti mages who acted as intermediaries to make another fortune.

If following a normal child's growth trajectory, Tony would probably be interested in the occult as a matter of course, but I don't know if Howard's genetics are too strong. Eat sweets" Aside from being enviable, his reaction...was very ordinary.

Ordinary to a bit unusual.

Lindell deliberately asked around, and came to the conclusion that, "If I want to know in advance that someone is coming to the house, I can place a photosensitive sensor near the yard, and then use a transmission cable to make a control system, and then... ..."

"Anyway, it's not like I can't do something similar."

The other party seemed confident.

The one-meter-tall guy raised his chin proudly, and Lindell snorted casually through his hair. In fact, he couldn't understand the brat halfway through his speech. As expected of Howard, without body modification Can create such a strange human individual.

"So you don't read fairy tales? Cinderella or King Arthur or something."

Lindell recalled the hobbies he had with Steve and James when he was a child. The name of the first book on Tony's bookshelf was Circuit Fundamentals, with a daunting thickness. Knowledge stays at arm's length.

"What story is that?"

"Well, in short, it's a story about a girl who was bullied by her stepmother, and ended up marrying a prince with the help of her fairy godmother."

Lindell concluded: "She went to the prince's palace in a pumpkin carriage pulled by mice to the ball, wearing a pair of very bright crystal slippers."

Tony did not hesitate to ignore the part of the glass shoe that the little girl was very interested in. After all, he has seen the crystal and knows what a shoe is. It is easy to guess what the combination of these two things looks like. Ore is by no means a better material for clothing than animal leather.

He asked, "The mouse pulls the pumpkin cart?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"How much horsepower can a mouse provide?"

Tony calculated enthusiastically: "I guess if you want to pull a carriage carrying people, taking into account the coefficient of dynamic friction, it will take hundreds of them even on a very flat ground."

All kinds of data quickly rolled through his head: "I know that there is a giant pumpkin selection competition in Ohio every year. Local farmers will choose the largest pumpkin they grow for competition. Pumpkins of that size can really do Get a carriage to load me in."

After the calculation, Tony's eyes sparkled: "If you are the goblin godfather, can I have a pumpkin carriage driven by hundreds of mice?"

Lindell estimated how many mice there are in New York, and how much magic power is needed to gather them. This small animal is very easy to command, and even ordinary magicians can use such simple-minded mammals as servants: "Theoretically, it should be fine."

"...Mr. Lindell, I beg you not to do this, I really don't want to trouble a professional rodent control team to deal with the funeral."

Jarvis covered his face.

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