In Nick Fury's office, Phil Coulson sat quietly.

Unlike before, he wore a light brown training suit that Kama Taj standard, and his beard, eyebrows, and hair were all shaved clean.

The exposed skin was covered with intricate, lilac stripe tattoos that gave him an awkward sense of seduction.

"That's what you're getting?"

Nick Fury looked carefully at the man he hadn't seen in a few days, his eyes inquiring.

"It's not a gain," Coulson explained, shaking his head, "just an option." ”

"Tell me more!"

Nick Fury asked, a reproachful tone.

"I'm sorry, Director. ”

Phil Coulson smiled awkwardly, and then realized that he was not in Kama Taj now, nor was he communicating with those god-like mages.

Then, he adjusted his mood and told Nick Fury about his experience at Kama Taj:

That day, he dissuaded Steve from going to New York on Nick Fury's orders, only to change his stance during a conversation with the captain.

After Steve changed into his battle suit, the two went to the courtyard where Gu Yi usually meditated and rested, but was stopped by Wang who had recovered from his injuries under the starlight halfway.

He informed the two of the Ancients' absence from Kama Taj and granted Steve Rogers' request to teleport him to the battlefield where the Avengers were fought on the Three Sides.

Phil Coulson wanted to come with him and fight alongside his childhood idol, but instead of teleporting him along, the king blocked him from the portal.

Looking at the golden portal slowly dissipating in front of him, Coulson looked at the king with extremely dissatisfied eyes.

"I understand your persistence, and I believe that you are not afraid of death," Wang patted Coulson on the shoulder and said, "But before you decide to give up your life, think about whether you are really as great as you imagined!"

"Master Wang, what do you mean?"

Despite his anger, Coulson still used honorifics in his words.

After all, this mage, who didn't seem much older than him on the surface, had saved his life more than once.

"Do you know how many times the Ancient One Master went through near death to survive in order to fight against Dormammu, or to protect the Earth?"

The king's expression was very serious, and his tone of voice was as hard as an angular stone: "Why didn't we participate in the battle between the Ancient One Master and Dormammu? Is it because the mages of Kama Taj are a bunch of people who are afraid of death?"

"Master, I think I understand what you mean," Coulson's expression was a little ashamed, but more unwilling: "But ...... Is that all I have to look at?"

"Our choice is your choice!"

Wang pointed to Coulson's training clothes and replied.

"Master," Coulson shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm so talented in magic......"

"You don't need to be discouraged by this at all," Wang originally wanted to tell Coulson that his current progress was very normal, and magic was not something that could be achieved quickly in two or three days, but seeing Coulson's eagerness and knowing that it was difficult for him to have the patience to spend years of precipitation, Wang changed his words and said: "When the master comes back, I'll help you ask!"

......

"This is the method of the Ancient One?"

Nick Fury asked, pointing to Coulson's tattoo.

"Yes!" Coulson nodded, introducing, "Tattooing the magic circuit on my body allows me to perceive the free spell energy more keenly, so that I can manipulate and use it according to my own ideas." ”

According to the Ancient One, this is more like an awakening ritual, each person has different talents, and the means of manipulating the magic energy are also different, in other words, different people have different magical abilities after inscribed this magic circuit. ”

"So, you went from being a learner to a pure user?"

"Director," Coulson smiled sheepishly, "I really don't have much talent for spell learning......

"No, Coulson, I'm not blaming you. ”

Nick Fury waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to be nervous.

"By the way, what is its effect?"

"It hasn't been long since the Ancient One Master helped me complete the inscription of the magic circuit, and I am still not proficient in the perception and use of spell energy, but I can do some things. ”

At the mention of this, Coulson's emotions were a little excited, and he showed his ability without asking his own director.

An index finger was raised, and orange flames appeared on the fingertips.

"Not bad—"

Nick Fury nodded approvingly, although he had seen a thousand strange and powerful abilities, and there were still many mutants and mutants in the prisons of S.H.I.E.L.D., but he still felt a sense of relief to be able to see another power other than this technology from his familiar subordinates.

"What else?"

Seeing Coulson stupidly holding the flame, Nick Fury reminded him.

"It's gone!"

“.......”

Nick Fury looked at the flame that could be blown out with a sneeze, and then at the excited, uncontrollable face, and didn't know what to say.

"Oh, by the way," said Phil Coulson, who suddenly remembered something, "this flame I released...... Belch...... The flame is not as simple as it seems. ”

"Oh?" said Nick Fury, "does it have special effects?"

"Director, do you have any cigarettes?"

Coulson asked mysteriously.

Nick opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a plain-looking lighter.

Coulson got up and pulled a cigarette out of the case, then placed it on the outer flame of the fingertip flame and burned it.

"You don't mean to tell me he can use it to light a cigarette, do you?"

Nick Fury asked, with a grimace on his face, as soon as Coulson admitted that he took a pistol out of a drawer and shot him in the head.

"Of course not!"

As he spoke, Coulson picked up the cigarette and showed it to his chief: the section that had been burned by the flames showed no trace, as if it had just been taken out of the cigarette case.

"It's ......"

"This is the magical ability that I awakened after the spell circuit inscription," Coulson explained to a bewildered Nick Fury, "a magical energy in the form of flame, which I call 'Virtual Flame'. ”

“......”

Glancing at the fake flames coming out of his subordinates' fingertips again, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who felt a little panicked in his chest, took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and bit it into his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it.

White smoke poured out of his mouth and nose, and Nick Fury let out a wordless sigh in his heart.

This natural ability ...... It's not as useful as a lighter!

"Director-"

"Come in!"

"Bang-"

Maria Hill pushed the door in, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room: "Director, the Ancient One Master is here!"