[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The surrounding defense technique of the temple is overhauled about every ten years.

Recharge the modules that need energy storage, adjust the direction of the nearby leylines in ten years, modify the activation keys of some magic dresses, and re-reinforce some places where the sealing formulas are not strong enough.

In the third decade, the maintenance staff here changed from Casillas to Karl Modu, who is now the chief disciple of Master Ancient One who is well-deserved.

The other party bowed to Lindell very respectfully, completely dismantled every module that needed to be repaired, and assembled it back after careful inspection. The attitude was meticulous and would never let go of any omissions.Several new disciples followed behind him nonchalantly, listening to him explain some simple mystic knowledge while adjusting the spell.

"The expansion of the imaginary space is the key to storing items here."

Modu stretched out his hand and patted it, and a walking stick fell from the midair and landed in his hand: "So the mage guarding the temple needs to master the magic tricks of invoking and withdrawing imaginary space items here, and have a certain degree of space extension technique." understanding."

Modu held the short staff, which was about half the length of an arm, and pulled it out from both sides. The wooden staff was extended to the length of the eyebrow stick. The two sides were still wooden structures, and the middle was connected with a piece of wood. High concentration of purifying magic power.

"Some triggered magic dresses will disturb this delicate space balance, so when using magic power, we must also take into account the disturbance of these details."

His eyes swept over everyone: "Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Everyone nodded.

Lindell did not disturb the lecture, and after most of the mages started to perform their duties, Lindell stared at the short staff in Modu's hand and said, "Thestuff of living tribunal? The ancient one gave you something?"

This is a god-made armor from a higher-dimensional space, a secret treasure of the source of the life court, originally suitable for the adjudicator of all multiverses, and inheriting the same source of magic power as Vishanti.

"Thanks to the trust of the supreme venerable."

Karl Modu's answer was very humble, and in fact, the emotions conveyed by the other party were also humble and restrained: "Since the Supreme One has bestowed it on me, I will do my best to use this power .”

Based on Lindell's understanding of their school of mages, there are a total of three god-made armors of the same specification stored in Kama Taj.The first is the book of vishanti, which inherits all the white magic in the world, and the other is the eyeofa□□tto, a magic tool of the fifth law. The God of Weishan, and the third piece is the staff of the living tribunal from the living tribunal.

Of course, they have also created a lot of powerful magic costumes in these years, such as the "small world surrounded by the sky" given to him during the Vietnam War - a counterfeit of the Achilles shield, as well as Autonomy including cloakoflevitation with anthropomorphic attire.

But the meaning of the rod of the court of life is always different.

At least for now, he should be the impeccable chief among all the mages of Karma Taj.

"The follow-up to the incident in Vietnam."

Lindell said: "I have felt a similar enrichment of negative emotions in some war zones before, but it was basically a small fight, and the things that burned the souls of Jews in World War II have basically disappeared. "

"With spare capacity, we will also send people to monitor the direction of the earth's veins around the world."

Modu replied sternly; "After discovering the abnormality, we will notify the contact as soon as possible. If we can solve it by ourselves, we will not use your power first."

They are the supervisors of the multiverse, guarding the first line of defense of the earth from countless parallel worlds. With the corresponding awareness.

"Also, before Eric... ah, I mean Magneto, he had a similar situation once, it seemed that his whole mind was filled with negative emotions, and he happened to be wearing that, which made Charles unable to do anything. helmet, and made a big mess."

Lindell asked: "Is this related to the mysterious side?"

"We haven't received relevant information here, but since you mentioned it, I'll check it again."

Modu's answer was very conservative: "According to my current schedule, I will give you an answer in about twelve working days."

"...Actually, it doesn't have to be so precise."

"I have a lot of time," Lindell said.

"I know."

The other party answered as a matter of course: "But human beings have very little time."

During this year, another major event that shocked the whole world was that Magneto finally obtained the civil right to use an isolated island from the US government.

Probably because the strength (?) of lifting the entire Golden Gate Bridge shocked too many people. When he and Charles sang bad faces at the same time, the Supreme Court finally agreed to his request and opened up a special area. A place where mutants live together.

The Xavier School for Gifted Boys is still in operation, recruiting mutant students from all over the world, but Magneto has more complicated rules here: anyone who can’t survive in human society can come to him, but the same - You need to abide by the rules of "his place".

Probably because the original environment is too harsh, there are also anti-social elements among the mutants who are provocative, but most of them can only calm down when facing Eric Lanshere, after all, Charles may turn over and over again. Reasonable, but the guy in front of him can only use physical persuasion. If he can't beat him, he might call someone to come over to be a thug. When this island was just established, Lindell would be beaten by him every now and then. Call in the past to help beat people.

In a word, it is "we only recruit people who want to live a good life here".

Everyone started to grow crops and raise livestock, and gradually reclaimed the island. There is also a part of the nearby sea area that can be used for fishing, providing the main source of protein intake.The only passing ship goes back and forth between the mutant island and the deep-water port of the United States every two weeks. It is used to transport daily necessities and people. There is only one narrow landing pad on the island, which can only accommodate two aircraft. Helicopter lands.

The living conditions are simply irresistible compared to the high-rise New York, but it is already a paradise that many mutants who suffer discrimination in society dream of.

Magneto restrains them, as well as all enemies who intend to attack.Perhaps in a few years, their small island will be able to rely on the income from fishing and selling money to achieve complete self-sufficiency, but at least for now, they still need to go through a period of restraint, reclaiming wasteland and relying on external funding to survive. day.

Fortunately, Magneto's two major sources of funding are not too short of money.

"Is there really no need to invest more? In fact, I think your monthly expenses are so compressed that I can't imagine..."

This is Charles who cares too much. In addition to running the Xavier School for Gifted Boys and the X-Men, he also pays attention to his "old friend". In Lindell's eyes, their relationship is completely directed towards Crowley and Yaz The momentum developed by Raphael's direction made him re-experience the feelings he had when he got along with his adoptive fathers at this age.

"I bought a house in Japan before."

Lindell's answer was even more succinct: "It's been sold recently."

"That's enough for now."

Eric himself is not very willing to accept this kind of assistance, or the stubborn middle-aged uncle still insists on his own persistence.Lindell received the most commissions to help catalyze the plants sown on the island, using his talent as a goblin to make the vegetables planted in previous seasons harvest as soon as possible.

There are very few people in this group who have grown vegetables before, and almost all of them are novices in farm work. Except for one or two Asians who have experience in planting on windowsills among the mutants recruited, almost everyone came here with a desperate mood. to this island.

"The sowing depth of corn is about three to five centimeters, and the planting density should not be too dense, otherwise their leaves will cover each other, resulting in serious pests and diseases."

Lindell picked up the leaves that had just emerged and introduced to everyone: "And these plants are particularly bad-tempered. They have been arguing every day since the seedlings. I suggest that you take the time to scold them and then transplant them in another place."

"Watering and fertilization need to be carried out in parallel. I remember that Stark Industries donated drones to you. You can use that to adjust to the drone plant protection planting module. In spring, you must also pay attention to the prevention and control of diseases and insect pests. Some of you can repel A worm mutant?"

Lindell asked.

"I... probably can."

A timid little girl raised her hand. Her eyes were a full circle larger than ordinary humans, and the eyelids and eyeball structure could not be seen: "My mutant ability can disperse all insects, lepidoptera, and subclasses within a certain range. Creatures, if you use a little more force, it is not impossible to kill them..."

"Oh, a very useful ability."

Lindell nodded, and praised in passing, but it almost brought tears to the other party's face.

The strong emotion made Lindell couldn't help but look at the other party twice: "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm just, just... I'm so happy."

Big tears poured out of those unusually shaped eyes like insect compound eyes: "When I was in school, everyone treated me very..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but most people could guess what the child went through before coming here.

"I originally wanted to send her to Charles. After all, I think she still has to study as a minor."

Eric put his hands on his hips, and beside him floated a farm machine that was supposed to be used for plowing: "As a result, she refused to go to school even if she said nothing."

Lindell thought for a while, reached out and tapped the trunk next to him, and pressed his fingers on the branch. It didn't take long for an apple to grow out of thin air on the tree, and it fell into Lindell's hand.Providing magic power to plants to make them produce fruits is also a way of using the natural ability of goblins.

"Want to eat?"

Lindell asked, stuffing the apple into the opponent's hand: "I remember, in human beings, you can get dopamine by consuming sugar, which will make you happier emotionally-I think the mutant's body should not have lost this. A basic feedback regulation ability."

"...dopamine?"

"I don't know what that is either, Tony uses this theory to put us off every time he eats a donut."

"But I guess it might work," Lindell said.

"Is that the same for you?"

"I'm not a human being, so I can't experience the effects of dopamine in the body. It's hard to understand the feeling of happiness you get from eating sugar on a physical level."

Lindell thought for a while and said, "—but someone gave me a piece of chocolate many years ago."

"Our memory is very good, so every time we eat sweets, we can feel the same happiness as humans."

During this period of time, Eric and his group of mutants lived an idyllic life on this unnamed island, but in his native Poland, a catastrophe that later swept across Eastern Europe took place. political change.

Two years later, the Warsaw Pact was dissolved at the Prague Conference.

During this process, S.H.I.E.L.D. released a lot of agents to carry out missions, and CIA was not far behind. The entire organization was operating efficiently and became the gear that history moves forward.

At that time, it was the hottest summer in New York. With a popsicle in his mouth, Dugan said worriedly that he could not guess what the world would be like. Lindell was thinking about Eric's vegetable field in summer. It's time for a bumper harvest. In the past two years, this group of people finally learned how to grow vegetables. The photos sent back several times show that they are growing decently. They plan to hold a harvest festival in autumn this year.

Charles eccentrically called a large group of children to help, right as an extracurricular activity, but also to let them experience life in the mutant autonomous region in advance.When these children grow up, they can freely choose to live in the society of ordinary human beings, but they will also understand that there is still a place in this world that is willing to cover every soul without a branch.

"You won't be homeless."

Charles said: "Whether it's me or Eric's, it will be where you go home."

The night wind blows, and the slightly salty and bitter sea breeze blows from the sea.The bonfire lights up the coastline, and in the distance is the lingering night in the city.Lindell was lying on the beach, his fingertips shone with magical light, and the waves under the moonlight rushed to his feet pushing white foam, and then receded with the tide.

This is not the future Magneto wants to arrive in, but it is already a world that Eric Lanshere can accept.

Life on the small island is peaceful, but the whole world is in turmoil.

In September of the same year, Macedonia declared its independence, and the internal situation of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina was not optimistic.

Nick Fury is so busy that it seems that his bald head can go bald for a second time. What is worrying is that the abnormal mysterious phenomena in the whole world have also increased accordingly. They all seemed restless.

Everyone was busy without touching the ground. Under such a tense situation, Peggy Carter, who had already reached the retirement age, was forced to retire from the front-line job by an epidemic. Lindell went to visit with a gift. An illness, lightly brushing away a thrombus deposited in a coronary artery.

"Or just take the opportunity to retire?"

Lindell said: "I don't think you can support the same work intensity as you did when you were young."

The woman stuck on the hospital bed did not lose her usual elegance and calmness. She looked at Lindell with gentle eyes and said that she knew what to do.Mild age spots began to appear on the arms that were always covered with skin care products. They were hidden under the smell of cosmetics and elegant perfumes, but there was nowhere to hide from the sight of the golden eyes.

"It's almost like a dream."

Peggy murmured: "I met you when I was most energetic, and you are still the same now."

"I've obviously changed too much."

Lindell curled his lips and gently held the hand: "You will live a long, long life, and this is just the beginning."

In November, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Egyptian Oversight Division observed a leak of a pyramid curse.

The initial news was that several members of the scientific expedition team who entered the pyramid died unexpectedly, and this anomaly had already been noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D. before the panic spread.Lindell goes to Egypt as a commissioned member, and Agent Coulson insists that he go with him.

Lindell drew an anti-curse rune on the young man's forehead: "I have no experience in protecting others, so don't blame me if you die."

"If you're dead, how can you blame you..."

The task this time was extremely cumbersome. It took Lindell a lot of energy to completely remove the leak of the curse sealed under the pyramid. The seals that have been immersed for thousands of years are not very reliable. It is really not a matter of pressing them back into hell. Easy thing - and because of this, they spent a long time in Egypt.

During this period of time, unimaginable drastic changes took place in every corner of the world.

One month later, on December [-], [-], Howard Stark and his wife Maria Stark died in a car accident on Long Island, New York. Eight days later, the Soviet coalition government disintegrated. declared the end.

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