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Chapter 219 Assembly of the assembly

"Ha, you must have never imagined how surprised Nick Fury's expression was!" Tony Stark sat on the sofa and patted his thighs and laughed wildly. Stark has been waiting for this day since Salomon killed the transformed alien. When Nick Fury suddenly appeared at the headquarters of Sanquyi for three days after disappearing for three days and found an excuse to fool Alexander Pierce, Tony Stark immediately put on his steel suit and rushed to him, telling him about the Skuru people.

Just when shock flashed across Nick Fury's face, Tony Stark felt that he could not care about Nick Fury's break into Stark Building. The petty billionaire felt that he had finally gotten avenge. He finally defeated Nick Fury in intelligence - he found on the Sky Carrier that the second phase plan was nothing at all, but that was far from enough. After returning to the villa, Tony Stark couldn't wait to call Salomon, and he really wanted to share his happiness with everyone.

Even the dogs on the roadside must know this!

He had said to Pepper Potz, and when Salomon opened the portal to his residence, he said again without any trouble. Pepper Potz sat on the sofa next to him, smiling helplessly - before she finished the redecoration plan of Stark Building and returned to the residence, Tony Stark had already told the story to his bodyguard, Hapi, who told her the story again. So when

When Tony Stark was excited to tell stories again, in order to take care of Stark's childish self-esteem, she could only perform appropriate surprises to set off the atmosphere. But when Salomon arrived, Tony Stark's mouth no longer had the intention of stopping, and Pepper Potz decided not to waste time. She stood up and greeted Salomon with a smile on her face, "I still have a job." She said, "I won't disturb the party of you boys."

Then Miss Pots turned around, the smile on her face quickly disappeared, and then she threw the sofa pillow on Stark's face impatiently. "Woman." Stark took off her pillow from her face in shock. He looked at Pepper Pots who ran upstairs with high heels "thump" and complained in a low voice, "Women are really difficult to understand, why did I not have such an understanding before?"

"I think this is a punishment for your past promiscuous afflictions." The Secret Master whispered, "Women are extremely revengeful. Although they don't say it, it does not mean they don't remember it."

"Why do you know so well?" Stark's eyes widened in surprise.

"Because..." Salomon took a deep breath and recalled what happened the night before. Last night, after Joan of Arc impulsively asked for a gift but was so embarrassed that he pulled out his gun, the atmosphere in the apartment was extremely awkward. The witch was so arrogant and competitive, but in front of Behonita, Joan of Arc was always unable to become strong. When she was hesitant and didn't know what to say, she even wanted to shoot herself. Fortunately, Behonita hugged Joan of Arc in time. The witch who was both enemies and friends reached a consensus at that moment, and the innocent Salomon became the target of public criticism. Of course, this was Behonita's eyes that Salomon cooperated. In the face of the witch's request, Salomon could not refuse. So last night he was sleeping in Kama Taj's bedroom, holding the Cheshire Cat and Phoenix.

There is nothing wrong with this. Phoenix can sing, so he doesn't need a witch!

"Please be sure to skip this topic."

"Okay. According to the drawings you sent, I have processed the parts and those things are placed in the basement." Stark only mentioned the serious matter after he finished telling the story. He looked behind the Secret Master and found that there was nothing more there, and he was extremely disappointed. "I promised that I could see the birth of the magic robot." He said, "As a result, I have not seen it after you brought the metal skeleton back. Why don't you bring it here, but instead let me use metal to process some weird gears and levers?"

"That alchemy skeleton needs to be filled with an alchemy soul. That's not a simple matter. It would be artificial intelligence in the true sense. Have you heard of Homonculus? That's my artificial human, an alchemy doll created by me giving a part of my own life. It's my assistant in alchemy, but the artificial human is not entirely made of flesh and blood, but various magical materials." Salomon said so excited Stark. He couldn't wait to think

To see the mechanical maid after completion, the Secret Master's next words broke his fantasy. "Now it's time to put the alchemy skeleton into the Petri dish, you will never see it. If possible, I need you to customize some specific costumes for me - those you see on the blueprint. You must make sure no one knows this! Otherwise, you will definitely not see my maid! It's a hell, Agent Romanov seems to know my little hobby."

"Although I don't want to point fingers at your hobbies, I suggest you...well, I promise that unless a spy steals the information, others will never know about it." Stark swore quickly, and asked again, "What are you here for this time? Those parts don't look like they can be assembled into human-shaped machinery. In fact, the machinery made of gears and clockwork cannot move at all, or is your magic able to solve the problem?"

"You guessed it was just using magic to solve the problem. Man-made people need to protect themselves, while attacking the enemy requires other components. I can't fight with weapons or fists every time, that's too far from my job. I hope you haven't assembled those parts, otherwise I'll have to disassemble them again."

"Can I watch?" Stark shrugged, "at least I hope I can see you use clockwork to move those robots."

"The scientific name is the construct." The Secret Master stood up from the sofa. Assembling these constructs is much cheaper than making golems. Although this construct is not as powerful as the flesh-and-blood golem (the challenge level is only 2), it is not as smart as his alchemy artificial life body mechanical maid. He can only execute commands rigidly, but it is better because it is cheap and easy to use, and the manufacturing time is short (long or short rest periods). In the case of parts, Salomon can complete the assembly of two to three constructs today and make them move.

After his alchemy soul is completed and stuffed into the body of the constructed maid, these constructs will be commanded by his mechanical maid and act as his army. At that time, he will be able to happily cast spells in the rear, truly exerting the abilities a caster should have.

"I don't know that you are so passionate about steampunk culture, and your aesthetic is still good." Stark watched Salomon as he assembled the parts with brassy light, and kept chanting spells when assembling. After the assembly was completed, he did not see Salomon install energy for these robots. The gears were exposed, and the robot with a total of 2.5 high stood up by himself, and followed Salomon's instructions to stand aside. Due to the personal interesting problems of the Secret Mage, this robot had no hands. It was originally the position of the arm that only had two narrow, long and sharp blades, and even the legs were sharp blades. In order to save trouble, Salomon did not work hard on the face of the construct, but directly and roughly took out several extremely bright light bulbs from Stark's inventory and installed them into a barrel head. A layer of round glass outside the light bulb was perfunctory.

Even though Jarvis recorded the spells that Salomon recited, Stark was unable to speak out the sound he had just remembered when he tried to recite the spells to his steel suit. "That's the case?" he asked curiously, "Why do those robots move? Why can't I speak the spell?"

"Because I injected magic (infused magic) when assembling it." The secret mage replied without raising his head. Thanks to the experience of assembling Bandai Gundam, his assembly speed is extremely fast and he is now assembling the second assembly. He explained casually, "And magic is not just a spell. If you don't understand magic, just recite the correct spell, you will suffer the backlash of magic - you should be glad that you don't have magic, otherwise with your recklessness just now, I'm afraid I can only see a pile of minced meat."

"Okay." Stark felt that Salomon might be bluffing, but he had no evidence and could only skeptical that he would not make random attempts. "There is another question," he said, "Does your robot use electricity? I don't think that using magic alone can light up the light bulb. Shit! Can you let it not turn around? I can't open my eyes. Please turn off the light!"

"Of course it uses electricity, but the power supply may not be the same as you." Salomon instructed the construct to turn off the lights and then turned on the chest cavity of the construct, "This is the power supply."

"What is this?" Stark pointed at the small wooden stick. He saw the small wooden stick between two things that looked like electrodes. "Is this a wooden battery?"
Chapter completed!
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