Stark eventually gave up, because no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to cast magic, even the simplest magic.

In this regard, Nick is also quite helpless, and it stands to reason that it shouldn't be.

In the comics, Stark can even explore magic on his own, so that the power of magic can be used on the suit, but why can't this Stark in front of him, or is it just a comic after all, which is different from reality?

Nick couldn't think of a rough idea, there was no way, he could only give up like Stark, the two of them were busy all day, the previous few days of staying up late and high-intensity work did not make Stark and Nick feel so tired, but this day's magic training alone was about to collapse the two of them.

"No, it stands to reason that such a simple magic should be learned by grabbing any child on the road."

Nick, who was lying in his chair, was still thinking about this question, and Stark was tired from a day and spoke at this time.

"Could it be that you don't know how to teach this thing at all? In fact, there is no problem with magic itself, so why change your thinking, you have always had problems? Or are you just fooling me and never thinking about actually teaching me magic in the first place? ”

Stark, who suddenly came to his senses, got up from the recliner and looked at Nick, who was also lying on the chaise longue, with questioning eyes.

At this time, Nick looked tired, obviously not having much energy to quarrel with Stark.

"It shouldn't be, there's no problem with what I teach, there's no problem with what you learn, even the steps to cast this magic, I came step by step, for fear of missing something."

Nick recalls in his mind the whole process of teaching Stark magic before, and even almost deducts the background from the picture little by little.

But after Nick recalled it more than ten times, he didn't find the slightest problem.

Or is it really Stark's fault that the problem is himself?

Nick touched his nose, but he was really teaching Stark well, he could even swear in any name that he had always been teaching Stark well, but no matter how he tried to teach Stark, Stark couldn't learn at all.

It's not that you can't learn it, it's just that you can divide a magic into two parts, form and meaning.

In terms of form, Stark has learned at least twelve points, but if it is meaningful, it is the same as owing a few points, and it is difficult to grasp it, and Nick is also very distressed about this.

"Forget it, maybe you don't have the talent for it."

Nick sighed and got up from his recliner.

"Then what should I do, if I can't learn this magic, then there won't be a way to use the nano suit?" Stark asked.

"Then what else can I do, or you can just finish this." Nick said, gesturing to the Ark reactor on the table.

"Anyway, sooner or later, you will have to replenish the nanoworms inside, with the current technology, it is already very good to be able to do this step, you don't want to keep improving, it's almost enough, just think about building a convenient suit? Anyway, it's much more convenient than your previous suitcase, right? Nick tried to persuade Stark.

But Stark looked dissatisfied, shook his head, and said: "There is no such thing in Tony Stark's dictionary, if I want to do it, I have to do my best." ”

Stark said with certainty.

"So what do you do? Mr. Stark? Nick asked helplessly.

"I don't know, it may take a while to develop, after all, perfecting nanotechnology is a very heavy project, and it will take at least a few months for me alone, after all, I am still just getting into this field, and it is already very good to be able to do this."

"You know it's good to do that." Nick stepped forward and looked thoughtfully at the Ark reactor.

"What? Don't tell me you have a way again, I even have my work arrangements in mind. ”

Stark noticed Nick's eyes, and whenever this guy showed such a look, he either had a bad idea or a good idea, and it was always the same, so Stark could see it at a glance.

"Yes, I have one last way, I just don't know if it will work."

Nick spoke with a solemn face.

"Or magic?" Stark asked tentatively.

"That's right, it's magic."

Nick nodded.

......

The Infinite Universe, the flagship ship of the Templars.

Sanos, sitting on the Eternal Throne, looked thoughtfully at his palm.

And kneeling down was the Dead Blade General, one of his four proudest subordinates.

"Your Majesty, Ebony Throat and Black Dwarf have set off for Midgard." The Dead Blade General's voice was hoarse, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power, so that no one who heard it could forget it.

The years have left a lot of things on his body, but they are not old, but countless scars left in the perennial battle.

In particular, the lines on his face are like knives cut, which were injured by the rebels at that time when they invaded a planet thousands of years ago.

A thousand years later, the knife wound still remained on his face, but the Dead Blade General didn't care about it at all.

For him, the knife wound was more like a medal, representing his exploits for Sanos over the years.

"Hmm."

On the throne, the pensive Thanos didn't seem interested in the Dead Blade General's speech, but nodded slightly and continued to look at his palm.

On the purple palm, there are some strange lines, which can only be possessed by the Titans, representing the former race of Sanos.

But now, race and everything don't matter to Sanos.

"Ebony Throat never disappoints me, that is, there seems to be something wrong with Loki's side, I just tried to use the energy of the Mind Gem to contact him, but I can only sense his existence, but there is no way to contact him."

"Could it be that Loki is being controlled by someone? Or must he have sensed His Majesty's call and made another decision, pretending not to see? ”

The Deathblade General knelt on the ground and spoke, just like Ebony Throat, who looked at Loki with the same displeasure.

Why can such a second or fifth boy, as soon as he comes to Sanos, he can obtain a status similar to his own?

"Maybe."

Sanos spoke, with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

"But he'd better be prepared to face the wrath of the King of the Universe."