My Words Are Quite Effective

"I told you, I'm a sorcerer. Stop trying to explain me with your science," Feeney corrected, displeased.

Tony remained silent in the air. He hadn't been idle during this time, but no matter how much he investigated, he couldn't find anything wrong with Feeney.

He had even hacked into the hospital's system and checked Feeney's birth certificate, which proved he was a pure Earthling. This meant Feeney might be telling the truth.

But the concept of a sorcerer felt inexplicably absurd to him, a man who had spent years researching science.

He thought he was ready to atone for his past mistakes, but Feeney's appearance clearly showed that the world was more dangerous than he had imagined.

Watching Tony's new Mark II, which had bypassed the original Mark II and directly formed from the original Mark III, Feeney asked, "So, you called me just to let me know you can fly?"

Tony didn't want to speak. Although he did have that thought, he couldn't admit it now. There was another reason: he felt confident with his successful armor and wanted to probe Feeney's depths again, which was why he made the call.

But the current outcome was clearly the same as Feeney's initial attempt – it had gone a bit awry.

Serves him right, the guy can fly too!

"Want to race?" Tony tried to change the subject, looking provocatively at Feeney.

"We sorcerers open Portals. We don't chase speed!"

Feeney lifted his chin, his dismissive tone masking his nervousness. He silently resolved to practice flying and set a small goal: to surpass the Mark II first.

But Tony knew his own personality. Even if he couldn't sense Feeney's unease, he would still retort.

"Trickster Kid, it's obvious you don't understand the thrill of flight. You need speed for excitement, understand?"

As he spoke, Tony increased his energy output and accelerated, whizzing past Feeney with a 'whoosh' and disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, he returned, trailing a long exhaust plume, and boasted, "This is what speed is!"

"That's it!?"

Although Feeney was incredibly envious, he couldn't lose face. He replied in a flat tone, "It's not that fast. Just a bit faster than a Fighter Jet."

Hearing this, Tony, who had been excited, suddenly felt a bit deflated. He glanced at Feeney and said, "Want to talk down there?"

Feeney, who was about to say goodbye, paused slightly. Without thinking much, he nodded. He also wanted to understand if his involvement had brought about any changes in Tony.

The two began to descend together. The competitive Tony clearly had no intention of waiting, accelerating downwards with a long exhaust plume, almost making Feeney want to cheat with a Portal.

However, considering it wouldn't be a fair victory and Tony wouldn't be convinced, he eventually flew down slowly.

By then, Tony was already sitting in the villa's courtyard, legs crossed, holding a wine glass, his mask retracted, looking like a Big Shot.

"I almost thought you got lost. I was considering whether I should go look for you."

Tony continued his verbal 'attacks' on Feeney as usual, then pointed to the wine cabinet not far away. "Get yourself whatever you want to drink. I don't have a habit of pouring drinks for others."

Feeney didn't mind and walked directly to the cooler. After several encounters, he was starting to get used to Tony's personality.

He casually dispelled the 'Possessed by Evil Spirit' state, returning to his normal self. He looked into the cooler; it seemed to be filled with good brands of wine, though he didn't recognize most of them.

He randomly picked a bottle with a low alcohol content, took the bottle and a glass, and sat down next to Tony. He raised his glass to him, "To the Stark Armor! Cheers!?"

"I was thinking, you're still a minor. You shouldn't be drinking. I'll prepare some milk next time. Also, how do you dematerialize and store your armor?"

"..."

Feeney ignored him and took a sip. The rich aroma and spicy taste filled his mouth, making him slightly uncomfortable. He put down the glass and replied, "It's magic. You wouldn't understand. Mind Power, Mental Power. It's hard to explain to you at your level."

"Lend me the armor for a few days, and I promise I'll explain it clearly," Tony said, unwilling to back down, trying to provoke him.

"You're dreaming!"

Lending out 'Possessed by Evil Spirit' for research was even harder for Feeney than being researched himself.

"Stingy boy, girls must not like you," Tony said unhappily, drinking the wine in his glass. However, being in the armor state made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm the Campus Hunk at school! Who wouldn't like me!?"

"Last year, I slept with twelve months' worth of cover girls, including a pair of twins! What about you?"

Now it was Feeney's turn to be unhappy. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he was speechless and could only resentfully lift his wine glass and take a large gulp.

As the saying goes, true happiness is often built on the suffering of others. Seeing Feeney's dejected look, Tony laughed heartily, taking a sip of wine in celebration.

The two actually started chatting like this. Tony shared his experiences with changing girlfriends, and Feeney offered occasional comments.

In fact, Feeney didn't know that Tony was extremely lonely at this moment. A few months ago, he had lost a friend who had saved his life. After a difficult return, the first decision he made was to face the accusations and doubts of everyone.

Even when he wanted to invite his best friend to help him build the armor, the other person refused. Apart from Pepper Potts, his closest confidante, he had almost no one he trusted.

Pepper Potts couldn't understand his actions either; she simply tried to understand him for his sake.

Since Yinsen's death, Tony had believed that his purpose in life was to do something for the world. The Iron Man Armor gave him a goal and hope.

But just as he was about to make great strides, Feeney suddenly appeared.

His origins were mysterious, his abilities incomprehensible. Although his intentions seemed ill-intentioned at first, after his disguise was seen through, he apologized and offered friendship frankly.

Coupled with his relatively young age, his carefree personality, and his inexplicable understanding of Tony, Tony couldn't ignore his existence at all.

Therefore, after completing the armor, when his joy couldn't be contained, he made that call. Perhaps he hadn't even figured out what he wanted to say, he just wanted someone to know he had succeeded.

Tony didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but like his family tradition, he did it first and thought about it later. Even if he made a mistake, he felt he had the ability to correct it.

"Can you introduce me to your... uh... Magic Show Troupe!?"

After chatting for a while, Tony still couldn't fully relax. He held his wine glass and looked at Feeney, asking.

"We are Mystic Arts Mages, we're organized, and you should be careful with your words. Our boss is very powerful." Feeney saw Tony's disrespect for the mage profession and decided to give him a little warning.

"That is to say, my Teacher, known as the Sorcerer Supreme, masters Time Sorcery and can predict the future."

"So you can do it too!?" Tony clearly wouldn't believe it so easily, especially something like the future, which went against science. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Then predict this: what wine do I want to drink next?"

"I can't do that yet, but what I say is very effective."

Feeney took a sip of wine, thinking about how to mess with Tony.

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