The Wizard who Came to Marvel World

　　 "The topic... Do you have something to find me?"

　　 "Yes, I want to know, if you really can magic, please tell me seriously, don't deceive me."

"I have never deceived you, and I have always been telling the truth. I am a mage and I can use magic. These are all real. Otherwise, do you think there may be technological products on the earth that you cannot understand? ?

　　Especially using a small wooden stick to emit so many kinds of energy rays that cannot be explained by current science. Do you think it is possible to make this kind of technology product with cash earth technology? "

"Well, you are right, unless you are an alien and use alien technology, but this possibility is completely non-existent. I'm pretty sure you are the son of Ms. Theresa... Oh, that's it. I want to say that Ms. Theresa is really beautiful, especially when she cooks, she has a kind of attractive charm."

　　 "So you said these things to make me hang up and curse you?"

"Okay, okay, my fault, this is my fault, let's talk about it seriously... Well, cough, then Mr. Mage, since you use magic, can you solve the problem of human poisoning? ?"

　　 Hearing this, Abel knew that the meat show was coming. Although he knew what Tony meant in his heart, he still pretended not to say: "Mr. Stark, are you poisoned?"

"Tony, you can call me Tony directly. As for the poisoned person, um, of course it is not me, it is one of mine, a friend of mine, a good friend, modern medicine cannot save him temporarily, so I suddenly remembered You, I thought of contacting you to see if it's possible..."

With a curved grin, Abel glanced at the half-open door, waved his hand and pushed it gently, and the door closed on its own. Then he got up and looked outside through the window of the room, and said, "Tony, what happened? Poison? Listen to you, that's not a strong poison, but a slow-onset toxin."

　　"Do you know that palladium metal is poisoned?

　　 You can understand it as heavy metal poisoning. I... that friend's body was caught in this kind of thing, and for some reason he might continue to be in contact with this metal. "

"With my current magical ability, I can't do anything about this poisoning symptom..." As soon as these words fell, Abel clearly heard Tony's disappointed sigh on the other side of the phone and gave a silent chuckle. Abel did not wait for Tony to speak. Then he said again: "But I have a potion that is specific to your situation. It's just that many of the materials recorded in the prescription of that potion are ancient materials that have been extinct in modern times, so I need some time to find replacement materials. It also takes some time to carry out corresponding research and experiments."

　　 was silent for a while, and Tony sighed and stammered, "Hu...Mr. Magician, this habit of talking and panting is really scary."

　　 "Tony, how long can you hold on?"

　　 "I still...my friend still..."

Before Tony could talk about his friends again, Abel interrupted him and said, "Tony, maybe you are good at lying to women, but you are not good at lying to men. I know very well that the poisoned person is you, so Don’t give up excuses like your friends. In fact, you are not ashamed of being poisoned. I don’t think you have any need to hide or cover up."

　　 "Well, you are really a clever magician. I admit that that person is me. As for my time... there are probably two or three months left."

　　 "Two or three months..."

For the first time, Abel’s face showed a solemn look. This time was much shorter than what he had imagined. It’s no wonder that the original Tony would behave during this time. People who are dying can behave like Tony. It's actually very self-control.

　　 "Is there not enough time...?"

　　 "I will try my best to finish the potion during this time, you don't need to worry."

When the voice fell, Abel could hear Tony on the opposite side taking a deep breath. After about three or five breaths, Tony spoke again: "Don't worry, I won't even have this self-control. I will wait for you. Complete the potion...Of course, the faster the better.

　　 In addition, at the Stark Industry Fair the day after tomorrow, I hope you can go over and have a look. How about a good talk when we meet after the fair? "

　　 "Yes, it just so happens that I also have something I want to talk to you, then see you the day after tomorrow."

　　 "Okay, Mr. Magician, thank you for your help...really."

　　 "Oh, Tony call me Abel, besides, you are really not suitable for thanking someone, it is too blunt.

　　 "Hahaha, except you, I really haven't thanked anyone."

　　 "See you the day after tomorrow, Tony."

　　 "Goodbye!"

　　 hung up the phone, Abel did not move, but continued to look at the scenery outside the window and think about the problem.

　　 Originally, Abel decided to postpone the supply of potions as far as possible. But now it seems that there is no need to postpone the time for two or three months. Time is already very tight.

　　 Another problem is that Abel is thinking about whether he can combine modern technology to make the process of recovering the potion prescription as simple and fast as possible, and free himself from the process of recovery.

　　 If there is a powerful computer to assist in data calculation and deduction, can it simplify many unnecessary processes and directly get the best material substitution plan and ratio.

　　If this can be true, then it would be a very necessary thing for Abel to go deep into PY with Tony and get his help.

　　 At least that kind of high-tech artificial intelligence is not something that other people can easily take out.

　　 At the same time, Tony sits in his studio, the look on his face is not much relaxed. In fact, Abel's potion is just his life-saving straw, or it can be said to be the last hope.

　　 It’s just Tony’s reasoning telling himself that, let’s not say whether Abel’s potion works, even if it works, Abel can make the potion on time, otherwise everything is empty talk.

　　 In other words, Tony himself knows very well that Abel’s potions may be useful for him, but more of them may be useless, or there is no time to prepare before his death. His condition still has not improved much.

Pour himself a cup of special dark green concoction, Tony endured the unpleasant taste and drank the concoction. The day after tomorrow is the new Stark Industry Fair, and it is also the first since he became Iron Man. , Or perhaps the last one in his lifetime, so Tony wants to hold a grand one that will be unforgettable for everyone, enough to keep himself in people’s memory for holding this expo!