Designing weapons and developing new technologies is very time-consuming. Stark sold a large number of weapons production lines, and the remaining production lines had to be modified to produce what Salomon wanted, and the output was not high. . Salomon gave Asgard's centurion sword to Stark as part of the reward. Although the sword was bent by the cursed warrior, the energy field energy generator on it was intact. .
He wants Stark to copy this energy field generator, and Salomon will also join it as a research and development participant. It is precisely because of this that Asgard's melee weapons are indestructible.
Asgardians don't like long-range weapons (although they are also equipped with them). They believe that a good battle is only when the enemy's blood spurts on themselves. Only powerful enough melee weapons can allow those Asgardian men who are strong enough to engage in interstellar gang battles to enjoy the battle. The empire with the most martial arts in the universe is not in vain - although the emperor of this empire is now eating in the Finnish countryside. Eating a healthy salad and letting go of his burden, Odin did not hide his picky eater at all. A diet that can cause high blood pressure and high blood lipids in humans is not a big deal to the Asirs. Queen Frigga just doesn't like Odin's beer belly.
His Majesty's vision of making Earth as powerful as Asgard still has a long way to go.
This is the first step, starting with analyzing the weapons of the Asgardians.
"I assure you, the Asgardian energy field generator is 100% technological creation, without any magic." Salomon blinked. Although he also liked the smell of the cutting machine after it was started, he wanted to avoid the blue metal smoke that filled the air and rushed down his nose into his brain. He took a few steps back, pointed to the golden sword pattern of the Centurion's fine sword, and said, "This is your strength, Stark."
"I know, I know." Stark stood up, bumped aside angrily, and put on his favorite armor with a pinging sound. He couldn't wait to see the inner structure of the energy generator, but it had no screws. The excellent alloy blunted the blade of the cutting machine, and the blue smoke rose, choking Salomon to cough. This made Stark both angry and happy. He was angry because he had done useless work, and he was happy because it proved that this sword had many technologies that could be explored.
The sword was not forged by dwarves, who were responsible for forging only the weapons and armor of the royal family.
There was no suitable equipment here, so Stark resorted to cutting by hand using a laser generator mounted on his suit's arm. As a senior fitter, he was confident that he would not damage the internal structure. "I can judge the thickness of the alloy by snooping, and then estimate the appropriate laser power based on parameters such as hardness." He raised his head proudly, like a kindergarten boy showing off his toys to his friends. "Most of this is due to It all comes from my wealth of experience.”
"Of course, sir." Jarvis offered his flattery in a timely manner. "Would you like a Coke, Mr. Damonette?"
"Of course, thank you very much." Salomon took the cup from the dull robot arm, and the cold liquid soothed his alcohol-burned stomach. He felt that the hot breath he exhaled was full of alcohol, and the laser might ignite the air later. "I often wonder, Stark. Will you have a sudden idea to transform your body into a machine one day?"
Stark did not put on his helmet, and his eyes seemed to say that Salomon's idea was ridiculous. "I'm not crazy enough, kid," he said. "I don't want to turn into a bunch of metal and pipes. That's crazy."
"That's good. This way I can pay less royalties."
"Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Stark changed the subject. "Pepper will definitely welcome your arrival. Your trick of conjuring flowers last time was very good, but it didn't take long for those flowers to disappear. Disappeared from the vase and I watched them disintegrate into the air. Pepper wants some magic bouquets, can you do that?"
"Of course, but I still can't stay for dinner." Salomon said, "I didn't eat lunch, and I relied on black tea to support myself. My girlfriend doesn't like the dishes cooked by the android maid. I think I Gotta go back to New York and get ready for dinner."
"Look at you, Salomon, look at you." Stark waved his hands and said in a hateful tone that was very easy to spit, "Master of magic, master of swordsmanship, silver knight, scholar. . Can’t you see that we are doing extremely important work right now? Could a dinner with my girlfriend be more important than this?”
"Whether he is a master of magic, a master of swordsmanship, or a silver knight, the erudite has to eat, poop, and sleep, Stark." Salomon said with a smile, "You also have to wash dishes and laundry, although these tasks are now By my maids, but before that, these things were done by my own hands, with magic. This is human, and I enjoy doing these things just because I have to remind myself that I am human. This is important, for all of us. It’s all very important.”
"I don't understand what you're talking about, but one more thing...you really don't need to send your Aston Martin here for modifications? Let's be honest, all my cars have been modified , as a man you have to learn this craft."
"Ah, forget it. I don't like the feeling of greasy hands. This is American craftsmanship, not British, and certainly not Jewish."
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"You should have a good sleep, my dear. Reading too much about magic will make you exhausted. I can almost hear the sound of your joints rubbing." Bayonetta stuffed toasted croutons into her mouth and looked at Then Salomon sat at the dining table under the service of the maid. She reached out and pinched Salomon's face, then brought it up to her nose and smelled it. "Very good, at least no one kissed your face today." She raised her lips happily and said, "You get a reward tonight."
"You'd better let him have a good sleep, Ceresa." Joan of Arc fiddled with the knife and fork dissatisfied, waiting for the android maid to bring the dinner. "Yesterday you were sleeping in the middle, and I heard your little moves in the middle of the night." The witch with long white hair glared at Salomon who was smiling stupidly, "I even heard him reciting spells! You guys do that kind of thing Do you have to use magic all the time?"
"What's the problem? We are witches and he is a wizard." Bayonetta made a bold counterattack. She put the crouton under the curious Cheshire Cat's nose, then scooped her familiar into her arms before the cat jumped off the table in disgust. "I have to say, those magics gave me a good experience. It would be great if all the magics could make me so comfortable."
"Celesa!"
"Meow!"
"Okay, okay, you shy little cutie~" Bayonetta smacked her lips and whispered a few words in Salomon's ear. Of course, Salomon still couldn't take his eyes away from Bayonetta for a second. This woman was too tempting for him. "And you, my little sweetheart, do you want a reward?"
"What do you think?"
The witch stuck out her pink tongue, and the tongue with mucus was exposed to the air. "You can use your tongue today~"
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