[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Chapter 41

New Mexico is a state with the richest reserves of mineral resources in the United States.

Before receiving the field request from S.H.I.E.L.D., Alphonse's impression of this place was that the output of uranium mines ranked first in the country, and the local wines were quite distinctive.As a gem dealer resident in Edelfelt Jewelry Store, he often needs to receive work to help the temple in New York. Most of the time, Alphonse’s own activities are often limited to Brooklyn, and even Queens. I seldom go there.

Having been in the United States for so long, I really seldom appreciate the customs and customs of other places.Alphonse pulled out a blindfold from the glass coffee table, folded his hands on his chest, and lay crookedly on the lazy sofa, wanting to put the blindfold on his head and take a nap for a few hours—after all, he was from New York There is a nearly five-hour flight to New Mexico Airport (Albuquerque), so far he still maintains the simple habit of "sleeping as soon as he gets in the car" on long-distance transportation.

But obviously, someone didn't intend to let the time go to waste.

An agent in a suit and leather shoes was sitting beside the alchemist, forced by the sight pressure that he could feel even wearing a blindfold, Alphonse sat up from the lazy sofa again, and asked: "Do you still have any information?" What's up?"

"For the first time, I'm Agent Duggan."

A tall man with vicious eyes bowed slightly to Alphonse: "In addition to Philip, I was sent to take over the mysterious affairs related to you."

Alphonse was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood: "It's not the 'Magic Dress of New Mexico', but the 'mysterious affairs related to Edfelt'?"

"If you want to understand it that way."

The attitude of the other party can be called polite: "At the same time, I will also take over the incident in New Mexico. I have prepared some relevant materials. I hope you can read them before the plane lands... Even if you know Mr. Alphonse, you are in the mysterious field. The strength is well known, but I believe that you will definitely not want to miss these materials."

On the top of the transparent coffee table, there is a thin stack of paper documents.Alphonse didn't go to get the stack of documents first, but raised his head, carefully re-identified the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in front of him, and his eyes gradually glowed with blue-green magic power.

Agent Dugan didn't give in at all. He stood there with a dignified expression, accepting the alchemist's searching gaze frankly.After checking up and down, Alphonse hesitated and came to a conclusion: "Your soul and body don't seem to fit well, and there are traces of alchemy assistance on your body."

But there is no doubt that the person in front of him is absolutely impossible to be a magician, let alone an alchemist.

"Very keen observation ability, worthy of the magic eye."

Agent Dugan glanced at the blond jeweler appreciatively, and said slowly: "Let me re-introduce me, I am Timothy Dugan, but my former teammates like to call me 'Dum Dan Dugan'... Now The me you see in front of me is Agent Duggan's who knows how many clones."

He slowed down his tone, with a bit of nostalgia in his voice: "I was once a member of the Roaring Commando, and you should still know my very famous teammate."

Alphonse knew it well. He had also searched for Steve Rogers’ personal information based on his interests. The 70 years of frozen experience made his soul not so suitable for this era, but what the person in front of him brought was completely different. Another feeling that is different—he must have survived from the era of the Roaring Commandos all the way to the present day.

You must know that an overly long life will actually destroy a person's will. 500 years is enough to make Maqili Zorgen a monster who only knows how to pursue a longer life, and every supreme mage is not a strong-willed person Incompetent, in short, chose a longer time scale than the original limit drawn by human beings. The price that needs to be paid and the pressure that needs to be borne are loads that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"Countless clones stored in the memory cloud, every time a 'me' life activity is terminated, the next clone will be released to take over my job."

Damm Dugan bent down and picked up the information on the coffee table, and handed it directly to Alphonse's arms: "I borrowed a little bit of your occult knowledge about soul transfer and memory storage, but I think it's helpful for you It's not a big deal, and the topic isn't very interesting, Mr. Alphonse, you'd better focus on the work at hand."

After finishing speaking, the agent who came here on his own left again without hesitation, as if he came to disturb other people's sleep, and it was really just to say hello and get to know each other.

After Agent Dugan left, the little clerk came out from nowhere and poked his head out, and found a newly opened box of cookies from the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane: "Boss, do you want to eat?"

Alphonse did not refuse, took a cookie out of the biscuit box, opened the file and read it with the little detective: "Well, a guy who claimed to be Saul appeared in New Mexico, and at the same time there were A hammer that no one can lift falls in the wilds of New Mexico and needs technical assistance... tsk."

In the not-so-clear picture, there is a short-handled hammer engraved with runes on the edge.As a family of Nordic magic who also inherited a small portion of runes, the Edelfelt family in Finland happened to know a little more about runes than other magicians. Therefore, Alphonse was very It can be easily judged that the rune rune on this hammer is indeed the real thing, and if it is further explained in detail, it may be the real original rune.

"boss?"

Seeing that the jeweler was engrossed, the clerk couldn't help but feel a little nervous. As we all know, once even Alphonse showed a serious expression, he needs to be vigilant, just like TV Tokyo finally stopped broadcasting food, tourism, customs, and began to broadcast in a serious manner. The situation is as serious as the important news: "This time is the real magic dress?"

"More than that, it may be more troublesome."

Alphonse pondered for a moment, and judged: "The superior existence of the magic dress, this kind of thing should not have appeared on the earth, and we on the mysterious side generally call such things the god-made armor."

"God-made Armor..."

The little clerk subconsciously wanted to write a report, and then realized belatedly that they are now on the special plane of S.H.I.E.L.D., and one of the leaders of this operation just showed up in front of Alphonse. On the surface, it must be to understand the situation of the problem: "Is this dangerous?"

"It depends on what kind of god it is, and what kind of god made the armor."

Alphonse swallowed the cookie in his mouth: "If it is the flaming sword Laevatein in the hands of the flame giant king Surtur, it is very possible to re-open up a piece of Sahara in the tropical rainforest, But if it's this..."

Alphonse thought for a while, and spread his hands: "Notify the scene to lower the alert level, evacuate ordinary people and only let professionals in, and don't need so many people with live ammunition to guard nearby."

Clerk: "Oh, good."

After a few more seconds, the clerk who suddenly reacted: "...?? Wait, boss, didn't you just say that this is a god-made weapon?"

So it should be a more dangerous existence than the magic dress.

Alphonse said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Mjolnir, with the Thor's Hammer protected by the original rune, almost no one except Thor himself would be able to pick up that thing, and it It looks like it's locked down now, which means you won't be able to use the cranes."

Clerk: "..."

Alphonse: "Similarly, even if there are other interested people who want to pick up the leak, it's impossible, but anyone with any evil intentions will not be qualified to take Mjolnir."

Although I don't quite understand how such a subjective thing as "evil thoughts" is defined, but the original rune blessed by the Nordic gods will definitely not make any big mistakes.

New Mexico.

After getting off the plane, he turned to the car. The interior of the seemingly unremarkable transport vehicle compartment was actually a well-decorated S.H.I.E.L.D. The micro-pulse missile launch pad, and several portable anti-tank guns (RPGs) hung on the wall. As a vehicle, it is really well-equipped.

And considering that the whole person is as exquisite as an alchemist who is like a jewel, the car is equipped with black tea and snacks, so during the afternoon tea time, Alphonse sat on the small tea table in the middle of the car with a complacent expression while drinking tea While eating snacks, the clerk was standing beside him with a jewel box, feeling that the small wooden box in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"...Boss, why do you happen to prepare the right gems in advance every time?"

The little clerk said curiously, "It's like being able to predict a prophet."

Alphonse took a sip of tea: "I can't."

Everyone in the carriage was surprised: "But you...?"

Alphonse: "I just bring most of my stock every time."

His attitude is so taken for granted that one begins to think that there is nothing wrong with it.

The little clerk looked at the gem box in his hand, which was not much bigger than a tin cookie box, and began to wonder whether the store manager's inventory was much less than he imagined... Could it be that this person made it as he needed it? eh, like some contemporary moonshine...

"There is a space extension technique in it, and it is not a problem to install things the size of several football fields."

Alphonse spread his hands: "After all, my master is that 'Wanhua Mirror'."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked complicated, not knowing whether to ask, "Is that filled with a few football fields?" or "Are all your magician's nicknames so exaggerated?"

Damm Dugan sat in the co-pilot's seat and answered a few calls calmly. After Alphonse finally drank a small pot of black tea slowly, he knocked on the rear compartment: "The irascible self-proclaimed Nordic The guy from God said he wants to see you. Do you go to see that person first, or go to see the hammer that is said to be unable to be lifted by a crane? By the way, these two places are quite close, only half a car ride away Hour."

Alphonse thought about it, and felt that it was more urgent that the god of Asgard came to the earth: "Let's go to Sol first, if it is really the god of thunder himself, Mjolnir who lost him may be What went wrong……"

If I remember correctly, Loki said before that this guy is about to inherit the throne of Asgard. Considering the age of a god that is often counted in thousands of years, he thought it should be several years later, Unexpectedly, within three months, the number one heir to the throne came to Earth in disgrace, and was even half an hour's drive away from his weapon.

Considering that Loki said before that "we need to add a head to Thor's enthronement ceremony", and refer to the "addition" he added to his amethyst... Alphonse suddenly felt like covering his face I was impulsive, thinking that he should try harder to persuade this trick god.

New Mexico, small town hospital.

Even if he has lost all his divine power, Sol himself is still a patient who makes everyone in the hospital feel headaches.

This person looks like he is manic. Anyone who approaches him wants to resist with all his strength. Disrespect", and most importantly, large doses of anesthetics have very limited effects on this person. The dose that can numb three people can only make this person shake slightly for a while. What's worse, The other party obviously misunderstood the effects of those few injections of anesthesia, and was so irritable that all the doctors couldn't get close.

"Director, why don't we borrow an anesthesia gun from the veterinary hospital next door."

The nurse wailed: "There is a zoo nearby, they must have anesthesia guns, I think the dose given to elephants is fine."

Saul's chief physician: "..."

He actually wanted to agree, but the human nature of a doctor made him shake his head, his voice was heavy: "Don't talk nonsense, giving that dose to humans will cause very serious sequelae."

At the same time, Thor roared angrily: "How dare you disrespect a god! You will bear the wrath of the God of Thunder!"

Chief Physician: "..."

He turned his head to look at the doctors and nurses around him. The manic blond man is locked in a tempered glass treatment room. Anyone who tries to enter will be beaten except him. What's worse, the whole hospital is locked up. There is no one who can subdue him.

As for Thor, who was facing the strange environment of Midgard for the first time, he also felt very confused, very angry and wronged.

The successful throne succession ceremony was interrupted by the attack of the Frost Giants; before he could take revenge in Jotunheim, he was deprived of his divine power by the Father God and sent to the courtyard, and even Mjolnir, who had been with him for hundreds of years, was nowhere to be found; In addition, when they came to the atrium, they were knocked down by an anesthesia gun. The people living in this land blessed by the gods are really unreasonable, rude and unfriendly!

Moreover, several tubes of unknown potions were injected into him, making him feel dizzy...

In a blink of an eye, the God of Thunder finally remembered. He still remembered the name of the only person in the atrium.

The atrium magician whom his younger brother had introduced to him with a reproachful attitude was proficient in a different magic power system than his younger brother, and was an invaluable friend of the number one mage in the Nine Realms.

"Alphonse!"

He shouted to everyone outside the glass: "Alphonse Edelfelt, I want to see this man!"

His brother's friends will surely help him out!