[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

On the way back, the two people with opposite personalities were still having a one-sided argument for the alchemist they both knew.

Tony Stark: "Even if I don't know the specific material of that thing, I can guarantee that it is definitely not a prop made by Al himself. The old bronze texture looks like my great-grandmother's needlework A thimble while alive."

Steve Rogers: "...The point is not the shape of the prop. I heard that you have a good relationship. Has he mentioned to you what the thing is used for?"

Among the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who came to meet him was the clerk from the Edelfelt jewelry store, who quietly pricked up his ears while driving.

"Unfortunately, it seems that the relationship is only superficial."

Stark's tone didn't feel regretful at all: "In terms of color, it looks like chromium-zirconium copper or some other alloy material, and the specifics can only be determined by looking at the analysis report-but to be honest, reading the report is useless, Nick Fury himself wears that unscientific tsavorite every day, and I don't believe you haven't tried to analyze its composition inside S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Analyzed, sir."

The clerk who drove the car couldn't help interjecting: "Chromium vanadium calcium aluminum garnet, the original ore is chasing the market and probably found to be produced in Tanzania. It belongs to the Neoproterozoic Mozambique metamorphic belt and is of primary nodule type."

"Speak the key."

Steve found this long list of words overwhelming.

“The point is, these descriptions don’t sound much different than any tsavorite in a jewelry store.”

Tony Stark rolled his eyes: "This is the strength of S.H.I.E.L.D., you guys are so disappointing."

"What about you?"

The clerk who drove the car choked without looking back: "You should have tested the spinel you bought from Mr. Al, right? What about the results obtained by the most talented brain in the United States?"

The man with the mustache glanced at the rearview mirror triumphantly, and the clerk's eyes were indeed staring at him at this moment.

"Because Al mentioned the imaginary space before, and the spinels he sold to me also have the ability to absorb and emit, so I did a little research."

His complacency almost spilled out between the lines: "You don't understand the results anyway, anyway, I added a cutting-edge communicator to Al's cell phone, and I should be able to track the information in that space."

"Message interrupted, Sir."

said the smart housekeeper.

"Do you have to say it now?"

Stark complained: "Just when I praised you just now?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but seventeen hours ago, you ordered me to notify you as soon as the message was interrupted."

The smart housekeeper replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Steve: "..."

He couldn't help covering his face in the car, and the little driver had already sneered.

……

In the mirror space, a gap opened in the sky.

Alphonse stood beside Karl Modu, surrounded by magicians who also wore robes coming and going in the air. The magic power condensed into golden threads, and the threads converged into ropes, anchoring the space and threading needles. It really looked like Performing major suturing operations.

"What's going on? It's so serious this time."

Alphonse frowned: "I remember the last time you called me was a year ago."

"Cassilias, the former head student of the Ancient One Master."

Wang flashed past in front of the two of them, with a stream of magical power whizzing away: "The mess that that guy wanted to use the power of the dark dimension to create was a small mess before, but I didn't expect to cause it this time. Space tearing and space superimposition."

"Spatial spells are not my specialty."

Alphonse touched the hanging ring in his hand, the power of Weishan Emperor's origin is not close to himself, even if he can barely use the magic of the ancient one mage's school, he can only be regarded as a third-rate level: "If you let me It may be difficult to achieve the desired effect if you are included in the team of your stitching space."

"It doesn't matter if you have more or less people weaving the web."

Modu looked up at the sky full of cracks: "I called you here because I hope you activate the augmentation spell."

"...? Using that will hurt your health, right?"

The alchemist asked cautiously: "The ancient one allowed you to do this?"

"She's not having an easier time with Iker Casillas and his supporters than we are."

Modu said in a deep voice: "In this situation, let alone the mirror image space, even the real world will be affected, and it will be too late for that step—you know that, Barthomero?"

This surname symbolizes a meaning.

"You wouldn't let the world fall into crisis just because you were worried about the overload of the magic circuit, would you?"

It symbolizes that you will give up some insignificant things for more important things.

The alchemist's pupils were rippling, blue and green overlapping each other, like flowing phosphorous fire.

"of course."

White light covered from head to toe, and when the stream of light dissipated, the ordinary shirt had turned into a white robe with intricate patterns.

"The reserve of lapis lazuli is quite sufficient. After all, no one except you will use this. It is definitely because the raw material is cheap."

Cheap, dangerous and troublesome.

While complaining, Alphonse sketched out a huge formation, and the dozens of lapis lazuli around him glowed with azure blue light.

"Call Celestite."

The blond jeweler raised his hand, and the 12-yuan lapis lazuli turned into a flowing liquid, drawing arcs one after another on his fingertips.From the arms to the neck, the exposed skin is covered with light blue nicks.The magic power of the gemstone was injected into the magic circuit to emit radiance, and then poured into the bodies of the magicians along with the operation of the formation.

Modu's eyebrows were knit together, enduring the pain caused by the increase of the magic circuit. Alphonse in the center of the formation was still chanting something in a low voice. It was a magic system with a different origin and foundation from his. Focusing on dispelling the pain, he seized the time to join the army of suturing space.

The white robe was strong, and the sleeves were windless and automatic. The blond alchemist also suffered from the burn caused by the magic overload, but his wrist was raised straight, without the slightest wavering.

Barthumello, the family headed by the Clock Tower.To be engraved with this name means to dedicate one's life and soul to something, to dedicate one's life to magic, and to...

"Sir, it has been detected that your heart rate has increased abnormally."

A voice suddenly came out of his sleeve, which stunned the young man in the center of the formation, and his smooth chant almost got stuck.

... In this space where the speed of time flow is different from that of the outside world, will there still be a wireless network?

This was indeed Alphonse's immediate reaction.

"The link to the Stark Industries LAN is down, and emergency calls cannot be made automatically."

Friday said: "Sir, it is detected that your pain nerve is abnormally active. Switched to the emergency dial line, the network was interrupted, and the switch failed. Mr. Alphonse..."

"Mute, Friday."

He had to interrupt the recording of the chants to silence the chattering cufflinks, and the sweat trickled down his temples into his collar.

With everyone's efforts, the cracks in the space are like scars that are gradually being stitched up, and the lines made of magic power are bridged one after another.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

……

A residence of Tony Stark in New York.

When the well-known businessman opened the door of his room, he saw two strange and uninvited guys sitting on the sofa in his living room.

The clothes were black and white, and the one in black was wearing big black sunglasses, covering half of his face.

"mark……"

He was just about to summon his steel battle suit urgently, when he saw the man in white straighten his collar cautiously, and said first: "We are Alphonse's friends!"

"Only you are a friend, and he and I are in the relationship of customer and shopkeeper."

The other person in the black clothes immediately disregarded the relationship: "You and I are friends."

"Whatever you want to say about Crowley."

Aziraphale sat upright: "Anyway, Mr. Stark, we are also Mr. Alphonse's customers."

The mustache businessman did not let his guard down, but showed a slightly relaxed expression.

"So, Tony Stark, it's an honor to meet you. I don't think I need to introduce myself."

"Of course, the smartest mind in the entire continent is very valuable to tempt and degenerate."

Crowley took off his glasses, revealing a pair of vertical golden pupils.

"As you can see, I, the devil, Crowley."

He pointed to himself, and then pointed his thumb towards the man in white next to him: "There are also angels, Aziraphale."

"..."

Tony Stark pointed to himself: "I, Iron Man...does each of you have such a strange nickname?"

The author has something to say: Crowley: Nickname?No, I am the devil.