Warlock of the Marvel Universe

"Just like this, I pointed my backhand, and the Destroyer from Asgard was banished to the sub-dimensional space by me, and his body turned into a semi-nihilistic state." Evanson was now beaming and seemed to be very interested, while gesticulating While talking about his glorious deeds, "It's a pity that Thor, the God of Thunder, didn't notice this. He fell from the sky and passed directly through the body of the Destroyer, and plunged into the soil. You didn't see him crawling out of the pit in such a mess, I almost thought Thor was a country dog."

"Hahaha" As soon as Evanson finished saying it, Malik and Stephanie immediately started laughing.It doesn't matter whether the joke is funny or not. The key is that someone has already told it, so just give it a try and laugh at it.

As mentioned earlier, Malik asked Evanson to talk in detail, but you can't just sit on the sofa and talk, you have to do some activities.But what activities are appropriate?

Playing golf is a good choice. Malik has negotiated many things on his private golf course in the past.But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that this was very inappropriate.

Because the sport of golf is somewhat class-based, and everyone knows that Evanson’s class is almost the exploited class. He should have never been exposed to this sport, so if he is forced to drag him onto the golf course, , it might be counterproductive and offend others.

Malik didn't think it would be suitable for target practice. After all, Evanson was the kind of person who would throw this fireball casually like a rocket launcher. He probably didn't need this activity to find excitement.

So Malick chose a universal activity that is suitable for all ages, eating.

And this cooking is actually very particular. First of all, no expensive ingredients are used.Because Malik believes that if you treat Evanson to a meal and serve him small portions of delicacies such as Swedish black truffles, French foie gras, Russian caviar, Chicago veal, etc., the key is not to mention whether they are enough for him to eat. People may not even know that this is a good thing. That is a complete waste of emotions.

So he arranged this meal in advance, and all the dishes were served with loud and loud names.

Those are really animals in the mountains, geese in the clouds, cattle and sheep on land, fresh food from the sea, monkey heads, bird's nests, shark fins, bear paws, scallops and deer tail tips.

This arrangement really made Evanson very satisfied. The food was like the water of the Yangtze River, like the wind and the remaining clouds.In order to maintain his grace, Evanson used his knife and fork so fast, just like a professional StarCraft player who drank bloodthirst and drank a haste potion.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Evanson took a napkin and wiped his mouth, picked up a wine glass and greeted Malik and Stephanie, "Thank you very much for the hospitality."

The father and daughter were stunned for a while before they raised their glasses and said stiffly, "You're welcome."Could this guy have been brought up by a starving ghost? Or he has never eaten such good food in his life, but it doesn't matter. It's easier to win over people like this who have never seen anything good.

The servant waiting aside, even after everyone put down their knives and forks, removed the empty dinner plates with a wink, and took the others out of the place. Now there are only three father and daughter, Evanson and Malik. People.

Next, Stephanie really acted like an older girl who was curious about magic, smiling and asking questions at Evanson.

Evenson was also very personable and told her one or two interesting stories that he had experienced.But there was something I didn't understand during his explanation. Why did the atmosphere become more cheerful and enthusiastic when he spoke, and the chill in his back became more pressing, as if there were two voices saying to him in the dark, Look, your death star is shining

Could it be that the father and daughter really wanted to do something wrong? Evanson and his wine glass used the action of drinking as a cover to secretly observe them, but did not find anything abnormal.An illusion, definitely another illusion.Evenson shook his head and put down his glass and started chatting with Stephanie again.

Gideon Malik, an old fox, was smiling apologetically and watching with cold eyes. Finally, he saw that the atmosphere was about to end, and felt that Stephanie and Evanson had become somewhat quiet, so he suddenly intervened and raised an expectation of Evanson. A long-standing request: "What you have learned is really interesting. In fact, I am also very interested in magic. In my spare time, I have collected items with magical power in historical legends. Can you help me appreciate them?" "

Evanson's pupils shrank slightly, and here comes the dirty trick. The so-called "help me appreciate and appreciate" is that you can also help me collect the collection, and then help me sell it off. "I'm happy to help."

Malik was immediately overjoyed. He took out a small box from a cabinet behind him, took out the contents and placed them on the table.

"Not bad, it looks very good." Evanson looked at the five things placed on the table and picked up a gold mask. The things here seemed to be the most expensive. "It's made of pure gold, and the style looks a bit... Like um”

"Maya" Stephanie asked from the side.

"Well, that's Maya. This thing should be very valuable, it should be valuable, but I don't feel any magical atmosphere from it." Evanson put the mask in his hand and turned it over, but he But he didn't notice a look of disappointment flashing through Heke's eyes.

Malik's disappointment was not that he found that the mask had no magical effect, because this mask was simply made and worn by someone a few days ago.Several other items on the table also came from this.

This can be regarded as a small test to see if Evanson is really worthy of showing him that vital thing.

Although Evanson conjured up this mask first and it had no magical effect, he obviously had no historical knowledge, because this mask was not Mayan, but African indigenous style.His performance was very different from the kind of knowledgeable magician Malik imagined who knew all history.

"This gun is a bit interesting." Evanson picked up another revolver from the table. The style of this revolver looked very ancient, with various runes and flower carvings engraved on it. Well, I remember this style of gun is called this name."

"Curt," Malik said, "The name of this gun is said to have been made by an old cowboy with magic skills in the West. Legend has it that this gun can kill anything, even the devil."

"It's an exaggeration." Evanson put down the pistol. "There is indeed some magic in this gun. It is indeed possible to kill some little devils with it, but it is useless against those powerful beings."

"But Mr. Malik," Evanson looked down at the things on the table and asked boredly, "Are these really the only things you let me see?"

"Yeah" Malik seemed a little confused.

"Humph." Evanson smiled and waved without saying anything. The door of the cabinet just opened automatically, and something inside flew into Evanson's hand, a cubic box sealed by tempered glass. Inside is a dark stone with no visible material. "That stone is the most interesting thing, very interesting."