[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Chapter 53

"Actually, you can also use such magic."

Under the light, the white-haired Maris Billy Animsfia's expression flickered: "As the contemporary origin of the Animsfia magic system, I have handed over this spell to you, according to the 'Lord of Jewerly ' magic, you should be able to compress them into gems."

"I don't have many of these rare and expensive gems in stock."

Alphonse looked straight into those golden eyes and smiled nonchalantly: "And I also want to see how your side is going."

"Worried I'm 'crossing the line'?"

One of Animsfia's hands brushed against the cold metal tabletop: "Are you worried that I will kill seven magicians and grab the magic eye again?"

Speaking of this, the other party even smiled lightly, and his inorganic eyes suddenly swept over the little shop assistant who was watching from the sidelines: "Al, you have compromised a lot for human beings."

No, what, murder... The little clerk shouted silently in his heart, as if he had the feeling of being stared at by Crowley's golden snake eyes at the beginning.Maris Billy's attitude has always been polite, and getting along with him is like a spring breeze. If he didn't take the initiative to mention it, no one would have thought that the other party would use such a calm attitude to tell that he had been with him for many years. Killed seven magicians with magic eyes before.

Magicians are all monsters, and he remembered that his immediate boss once told him with a serious expression, never to regard them as human beings who are equal to him.Even his boss would occasionally say this jokingly, but the time spent with Alphonse gradually made him feel that the boss just doesn't deal with others. Luvia will also come to New York to visit her brother , his boss will even stand up for that Tony Stark under the spotlight, and everything is moving in a good direction. No matter from what point of view, his favor for the magician is following the relationship with Alphonse. All the way up.

But the man named Maris Billy in front of him easily defeated the delusion he had built up during this period.

"I'm worried that you took a detour."

Alphonse was unmoved: "I am working hard to solve the money problem. If it is a technical problem, it is enough for Animusfia and Barthomello to use a card that can make the Atlas Academy A ticket for technical support."

"Then, the magic power remains at the key point."

Maris Billy's eyes were as real as he looked up and down at the alchemist standing in front of him: "You can't accept the draining of the entire world's leylines, and the Magic Association will never allow me to do so, so you have to use the first Do you use the second method to power the entire spell? As far as I know, if it is your second method that provides such a huge amount of magic power, your will as a human will completely disappear."

The other party told the terrible content in calm words: "At that time, you can only become a biological machine soaked in the nutrient solution and use the second method to extract magic power."

"...!!"

The little detective immediately looked at Animsfia with horrified eyes, and then his eyes wandered back and forth between the two magicians, and found that neither of them seemed to waver in the slightest.

Alphonse bluntly zoomed in on Gotham City's territory, and frowned: "...As expected, I read it correctly before, it seems that it is indeed necessary to go to Gotham."

Little detective: "...??"

etc?boss?Just now this person said something very unreasonable to you, eh?

"First solve the problem of money, and in terms of magic power, I'll think about whether there is a god-made weapon with a similar effect. If it doesn't work, your proposal is not impossible."

After looking at the leylines of Gotham, Alphonse turned decisively and planned to go down the mountain: "Then, see you next time, Maris Billy."

"See you next time, Al."

Animsfia waved his hand, and the magnificent ball of magic light scattered into hail and flew away in the wind in the night.

"boss!"

The little clerk made a shocking and unbelievable complaint: "That guy just threatened you like that!"

Alphonse was very confused: "Why did he threaten me?"

"The part where he just said about the supply of magic power..."

"Ah, that, he's not threatening me."

The alchemist replied very calmly: "That is indeed an alternative solution. We have carefully analyzed the feasibility before."

Clerk: "..."

No, another crazy one.

Now he looks a little anxious and wants to tell someone about this matter, but after counting the people he knows, he finds that there is no one to tell.The officers of S.H.I.E.L.D. may feel sorry for losing a bridge that can properly communicate with the magic side, but judging from his current understanding, the Barthemero family can certainly support other magicians to take up this position .

Ed Felt's family lineage was handed over to his younger sister, and his sister was originally born as his brother had died unexpectedly. As far as Felt is concerned, it is not a big loss.

Who is Alphonse?

He is one of the magicians of the clock tower, one of the disciples of Gem Weng, one of the representatives of Barthumello, the eldest son of Edelfelt who was once regarded as dead, and a gem dealer in New York who lives reclusively in the city.

That was his boss, his little store manager, his mission target, but who else could he be?

He was ready to die for some unknown magic, even worse than death, that preparation was so calm, as if he was talking about his pre-determined end.The little clerk thought sadly that he had long known that in order for the magician to pursue the root, nothing else was important. The lives of others and his own could be turned into chips and stepping stones on the road to the root. ...

It's just that, that's not what Alphonse Barthemelo Edfeldt looks like.

"boss……"

The clerk, who was still obviously green on his face, muttered, but fell silent in the next second.A gunship hovers over the top of Mauna Kea, its headlights stand out in the night sky, the door of the plane opens, and the Dark Knight of Gotham jumps off the helicopter silently, dragging his cape Landed beside Alphonse.

"We have to hurry up."

He said in Batman's characteristic low voice: "What happened over there in Gotham."

The three of them boarded the plane immediately.

The driver turned his head with a thick helmet and introduced himself to Alphonse: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alphonse, you can call me Alfred Pennyworth."

He lifted the steering wheel up: "Okay, let's go."

During the time on the plane, Alphonse learned what happened in Gotham City concisely through the news.The time in Gotham was five hours earlier than that in Hawaii. In the evening when Alphonse met with Maris Billy Animsfia, Gotham fell into a quiet night at this time, and several explosions occurred. Explosions in a sinful city full of disasters and disasters can be considered frequent, but this time the incident still has a weird atmosphere in all aspects.

"clown."

Alphonse recognized the grinning man in the video, "It was this guy who caused the explosion..."

Batman turned his head from the co-pilot's position and gave a brief explanation to Alphonse: "There is something strange about the video uploaded on the webpage."

"Here, and here, two explosions occurred almost at opposite ends of the city, and the time interval between the explosions was less than 2 minutes, but the clown appeared on the scene of the two explosion videos. One end of the city moves to the other."

There is no sign of processing in the video, and in the second video, the clown raised the corner of his mouth high and raised two fingers at the camera: "This is the second time tonight, everyone in Gotham City, are you enjoying Gotham City? What about the fireworks tonight? Hahahaha..."

He hadn't slept all day, and now on Batman's helicopter, the little clerk was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting up and down, but facing such a scene, he could only force himself: "Do you think the clown has borrowed the power of the mysterious field?"

"There are not many magicians who can jump in space. The most outstanding one is the space technique of Weishandi's origin, but it is impossible for the magicians in the New York Temple to help this kind of guy, and even if he betrayed the ancient sect Those people in this world will not simply do this kind of murder for the sake of the clown."

Alphonse frowned and guessed: "If it is a means to change the flow of time in a short time..."

That is also a technique that is close to magic. People who can do it like this really can't think of the other party's motivation to do such a thing for the clown.

"Boss, do you need S.H.I.E.L.D. to intervene?"

The little detective suddenly said: "Gotham has never had a branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. because of the city's underground snobbery, but if necessary, there is also a combat unit for the Mystery Division..."

In the co-pilot position, Batman said in a low voice: "No."

"Gotham will have our own protection."

After a short nap on the plane, it was just in time for a busy morning in Gotham.This troubled city ushered in four explosions overnight, which occurred in the four directions of the city, the southeast, the north, and the west. Each time, there was a clown's sharp voice and exaggerated smile as the background sound.The city's disaster response system fought all night to bring the flames from the explosion under control, extinguishing the blaze before the first morning buses started.

Alphonse and the little detective were taken to Wei Manor to sit down. Alfred, who took off the pilot's helmet, served the sandwiches he had prepared in advance for them. A pot of lemon black tea was bubbling and steaming on the electric water heater.

"Welcome to come here. If it wasn't an emergency, I wouldn't have entertained you with such simple food."

Alfred poured black tea for everyone: "But it seems that the clown has no plans to let you take a good rest."

The clown's challenge letter was left at the scene of the fire.

——The Batman in Gotham City may be able to stop one of me, but there is only one Batman. How do you face the attack of multiple clowns?Tomorrow night will bring my second gift, please look forward to it.

This is blatantly provocative, and the sad thing is that they really don't know what to do about the situation.Batman was silent for a moment, then looked at Alphonse: "How likely do you think the Joker is, suddenly learned magic in Arkham Asylum?"

"If you're talking about that kind of professional and systematic study, it's almost impossible."

Alphonse shook his head: "I don't know if there is a magic circuit in his body, but most human bodies are not adaptable to magic power."

What's more, whether it is space movement or time acceleration can be regarded as advanced techniques, it is difficult for even a magician with ordinary talent to master this technique.

It's impossible for this lunatic to be a genius in the field of mysticism.

Gotham's leylines have been tampered with, there is no doubt about it, if this is the case, as a magician, he must also have some means of being a magician.Alphonse turned to look at Batman and Alfred: "I also want to use my own method to do some tests, can you provide me with some simple materials?"

"Of course no problem, thank you for your help to Gotham, Mr. Alphonse."

Alfred saluted deeply, and quickly collected all the materials that Alphonse needed.

A pot of quicksilver, a stack of ground cinnabar, a paper packet of similarly ground sulfur, and blood-stained soil collected from four crime scenes.The last material Batman used some of his personal connections in the police station, because this is a certain degree of damage to the scene, it took a little effort to get it - in the form of "Alphonse is a detective from New York" Weird disguise.

And the little detective himself is an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D. He showed his work certificate and identity certificate very calmly, and expressed to the police that he hopes that everyone can provide some basic assistance, and he will definitely help everyone to solve the problem as soon as possible. In this incident, he cooperated with the police to bring the clown to justice, and his attitude was so serious that he couldn't find fault, as if he was really a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even Alphonse looked a little surprised: "I didn't expect to bring you here this time to help a lot."

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D., as a higher-level unit, is still very convincing in the eyes of some senior police officers who know a lot. Almost as soon as the work permits were revealed, everyone hurriedly began to cooperate.

The little detective smiled and touched the back of his head, a little embarrassed: "It's good if I can help, I also want to solve this matter quickly."

Then go back to New York as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of Alphonse's inattention, he looked at the pair of blue-green eyes looking into the distance with some worry. If possible, he really hoped that the boss would be able to go smoothly and safely in the future, and continue to be the one who has never missed a hand. The color-changing jewel lord that all magicians talk about.

And what he did next made the housekeeper Alfred very unhappy.

Holding a compass, Alphonse dug shallow pits in six directions of the courtyard, then mixed mercury and cinnabar in different proportions, and poured them into the pits.

This is a good medium that can communicate magic power. In the field of Minerals (Gishua), in addition to gems that can store power, mercury and cinnabar are also mediums that can easily communicate magic power. Workshop, this is almost the fastest way.

In the field of vision invisible to the naked eye, every pit glowed upward with a luminescent light in the ultraviolet band.The alchemist held a pitch-black gem in his hand, and the transparent solid melted into liquid droplets, which fell into the soil and merged with the spiritual veins of the earth.

Meeting Batman's silent gaze, Alphonse smiled leisurely: "It's very similar to you, isn't it? One of the magical properties of obsidian is to anchor the leylines and lay the foundation."

"You can just dig holes on the lawn."

Alfred frowned, and his voice was a bit regretful: "The soil mixed with cinnabar sulfur and mercury will not grow plants for many years."

He felt a headache when he thought that the entire courtyard of Wayne Manor would be dug up, not to mention the potholes, and the restored lawn would still have a few abrupt scars like alopecia areata.

Batman was silent for a while: "...After that, dig out these pieces of soil and replace them."

"Follow your request."

The author has something to say: Although the former director has done a good thing to benefit the world, it does not mean that he is a purely good person or that magicians are not normal people...

The seven pairs of magic eyes is the plot of the novel, "being cut off the head and being forced to use the magic eyes constantly", only then came the conclusion of the Great Holy Grail of Fuyuki City.