Chapter 20: A Cry for Help from Jarvis
It was a pleasant evening in the Kamar-Taj library. Sherlock and Wang were not resting; they were both engrossed in their respective magic books, accompanied by coffee.
Wang held the first-year Transfiguration textbook Sherlock had given him, while Sherlock held what Wang had found for him: the legendary most powerful offensive magic of Kamar-Taj.
Like enlightened monks, they sipped coffee, chatted, and read their magic books, appearing exceptionally harmonious on the surface.
But in reality, both Wang and Sherlock's minds were filled with the classic Wang Baoqiang looking at his phone meme: What? What? What? What the hell is all this?
Even though they looked at the magic books in their hands, recognizing every word but not understanding them when put together, neither of them admitted they didn't understand due to saving face (the strange competitive drive between men).
Since they couldn't understand the magic books in their hands, they naturally focused more on their verbal sparring. Especially under that strange competitive drive, neither Wang nor Sherlock showed any signs of stopping.
Sherlock kept trying to convince Wang to get some late-night snacks from the Hong Kong temple, like grilled skewers, beer, char siu, crayfish, fish balls, and grilled seafood.
The reason was simple: after getting familiar with Wang, Wang had treated Sherlock once, and Sherlock had been unable to forget the familiar taste, constantly trying to persuade Wang to get another meal.
Faced with Sherlock's 'CPU' (i.e., manipulation), Wang naturally refused, especially after learning that Sherlock was much wealthier than him, making him even more resistant to Sherlock's 'CPU.'
After all, according to Sherlock's persuasion, Sherlock already owed Wang one 125mm howitzer, two twin anti-aircraft guns, two AR-series rifles, one HK-series rifle, three AK-series rifles, several pistols, one box of defensive grenades, and one box of nine-flashbang grenades.
Initially, Wang was immersed in Sherlock's 'CPU,' which claimed these things were much more useful than magic. After all, Wang's background meant he had very little exposure to Sherlock's muggle weapons.
But as time passed, Wang gradually came to his senses.
Damn it, I'm a Kamar-Taj magician! Others start with magic, with incredibly cool and budget-killing special effects.
Why should it be all cannons and firearms for me, focusing on pure firepower?
Moreover, if these things were truly useful, then Ancient One, the leader of Kamar-Taj, would definitely be in 'Angel of Weapons' mode, unleashing a barrage of fire at enemies first.
Then, various gun and cannon barrels would form steel wings behind Ancient One, who would smile and ask various invaders, 'Do you know you were wrong?'
Just thinking about such a situation was enough to make Wang break out in a cold sweat and repeatedly call it a sin.
What's more, Sherlock, this rich guy with U.S. dollars and a World's richest uncle, was trying to squeeze his meager monthly allowance?
Just thinking about it, Wang felt that if his uncle could tolerate this, his aunt couldn't.
Accompanying Sherlock's 'CPU,' Wang also developed a superb skill in evasion. Every time Sherlock 'CPU'd' him for a late-night snack, Wang would use this skill to get past it.
Today was no exception. Although under the influence of their competitive spirit, neither of them revealed the thought that the other might have given them a fake magic book to fool them.
But in reality, both of them had already concluded that the nonsensical book in their hands was definitely the result of the other's mischief.
Naturally, their verbal sparring didn't stop.
Just as they were going back and forth fiercely, Sherlock's phone rang very abruptly.
Looking at his phone with some confusion, Sherlock found that there was no caller information on his screen.
Generally speaking, such a situation would either be a call from a secret government department like the CIA or FBI, or a pure scam call.
Sherlock believed he absolutely did not have the ability to receive calls from secret departments, so he was very sure this was a scam call that would have a strong curry smell once answered.
Faced with such a scam call that interrupted his train of thought for verbal sparring, Sherlock naturally pressed the hang-up button without hesitation, having no intention of answering.
Just as Sherlock hung up the phone and was tidy ing his verbal sparring ideas to continue his debate with Wang, the phone rang again.
It was still the familiar call with no caller information. Sherlock frowned and answered the call impatiently.
"Loved. No date. Blue Sh*t. Save the big one. Save my mom. No regrets. Don't know this question. Busy tomorrow. Used to be thin. Not a Virgo. Not much money left. Homework not finished. Don't know Amway.
Lick the lid of yogurt. Don't lick fingers after eating chips. Don't know why pigeons are so big. Didn't buy insurance or express delivery. Not in the country, the money was spent by me, just bought a panda, already eaten, the meat is not tasty.
The force of that slap on your face was 32.2 Newtons. The damage I've caused to you right now has created a psychological shadow area of approximately 9 square centimeters.
Jumping from here only takes 2.7 seconds. The probability of dying is 92.4%, the probability of disability is 7.58%, and miraculous solutions to land unharmed include, but are not limited to: someone below cushions your fall, a strong wind blows you away.
Do you have anything else to say?"
Listening to Sherlock's rapid-fire speech, like reciting a menu, Wang, who was sitting opposite Sherlock, was a bit slow to react, especially to Sherlock's phrase 'blue shit,' which took Wang a long time to understand.
Faced with Sherlock's fluent monologue, which gave the other party no chance to speak, it wasn't just Wang who was silent; the person on the other end of the phone also seemed to fall silent for a moment.
After a long pause, Jarvis's electronic voice came through the receiver.
"I apologize, Mr. Sherlock, I don't understand what you are saying. I contacted you only because your uncle Tony is currently in danger and may require your rescue."
As Jarvis's voice fell, Sherlock instantly replayed Iron Man's plot in his mind, then seemed to realize something.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Jarvis, send me Tony's location, I'll be right there! Wang, please tell Sorcerer Ancient One for me, I'm sorry I can't say goodbye in person!"
Sherlock jumped up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. After seeing the location Jarvis sent him, he simply greeted Wang, then drew a portal and disappeared from the library.
Watching Sherlock leave in a hurry, Wang finally put down the Transfiguration textbook in his hand, rubbed his chubby cheeks, and sighed,
These young people really can stay up late.
Then he stood up and walked towards Ancient One's main hall.
After all, Sherlock seemed very anxious, and no matter what, this matter should be mentioned to Sorcerer Ancient One.