"The topic… Do you want something from me?"
"Yes, I want to know if you really can do magic. Please tell me seriously; don't deceive me."
"I have never deceived you, and I have always been telling the truth. I am a mage and can use magic. These are all real. Otherwise, do you think there are technological products on Earth that you cannot understand? Especially using a small wooden stick to emit so many kinds of energy rays that cannot be explained by current science. Do you think it is possible to create this kind of technology with Earth technology?"
"Well, you are right. Unless you are an alien using alien technology, but this possibility is completely nonexistent. I'm pretty sure you are the son of Ms. Terea… Oh, that's it. I want to say that Ms. Terea is charming, especially when she cooks; she has a kind of attractive charm."
"So you said these things to make me hang up and curse you?"
"Okay, okay, my fault. This is my fault. Let's talk about it seriously… Well, cough, then Mr. Mage, since you use magic, can you solve the problem of human poisoning?"
Hearing this, Abel knew that the meat show was coming. Although he understood what Tony meant, he still pretended not to know. "Mr. Stark, are you poisoned?"
"Tony, you can call me Tony directly. As for the poisoned person, um, of course it is not me; it is a friend of mine, a good friend. Modern medicine cannot save him temporarily, so I suddenly remembered you. I thought of contacting you to see if it's possible…"
With a curved grin, Abel glanced at the half-open door, waved his hand, and pushed it gently, closing the door behind him. Then he got up and looked outside through the window of his room, saying, "Tony, what kind of poison? Listening to you, it doesn't sound like a strong poison, but rather a slow-onset toxin."
"Do you know that palladium metal can cause poisoning? You can understand it as heavy metal poisoning. I… that friend of mine was exposed to this kind of thing, and for some reason, he might continue to be in contact with this metal."
"With my current magical ability, I can't do anything about this poisoning symptom…" As soon as these words fell, Abel clearly heard Tony's disappointed sigh on the other side of the phone, which made him chuckle silently. He didn't wait for Tony to speak again and said, "But I have a potion that is specific to your situation. It's just that many of the materials recorded in the prescription of that potion are ancient materials that have become extinct in modern times, so I need some time to find replacement materials. It will also take some time to conduct the necessary research and experiments."
There was silence for a while, and Tony sighed, stammering, "Hu… Mr. Magician, this habit of talking and panting is terrifying."
"Tony, how long can you hold on?"
"I still… my friend still…"
Before Tony could talk about his friend again, Abel interrupted him, saying, "Tony, maybe you're good at lying to women, but you're not good at lying to men. I know very well that the poisoned person is you, so don't give me excuses like your friends. In fact, you shouldn't be ashamed of being poisoned. I don't think you have any need to hide or cover up."
"Well, you are really a clever magician. I admit that the person is me. As for my time… there are probably two or three months left."
"Two or three months…"
For the first time, Abel's face showed a solemn look. This time frame was much shorter than he had imagined. It's no wonder the original Tony behaved as he did during this time. People who are dying can behave like Tony. It's actually very self-controlled.
"Is there not enough time…?"
"I will try my best to finish the potion during this time. You don't need to worry."
As soon as the voice fell, Abel could hear Tony on the opposite side taking a deep breath. After about three or five breaths, Tony spoke again: "Don't worry; I will wait for you. Complete the potion… Of course, the faster, the better. In addition, at the Stark Industry Expo the day after tomorrow, I hope you can come and have a talk when we meet after the expo?"
"Yes, it just so happens that I also have something I want to discuss with you. Then see you the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Magician, thank you for your help… really."
"Oh, Tony, call me Abel. Besides, you're really not suitable for thanking someone; it's too blunt."
"Hahaha, except for you, I really haven't thanked anyone."
"See you the day after tomorrow, Tony."
"Goodbye!"
Hanging up the phone, Abel did not move but continued to look at the scenery outside the window and think about the problem.
Originally, Abel decided to postpone the supply of potions as far as possible. But now it seems that there is no need to postpone it; two or three months is already very tight.
Another issue is that Abel is considering whether he can combine modern technology to streamline the process of recovering the potion prescription and free himself from the manufacturing process.
If he could use a powerful computer to assist in data calculation and deduction, it could simplify many unnecessary processes and directly yield the best material substitution plan and ratio.
If this can be realized, then it would be very necessary for Abel to deepen his relationship with Tony and get his help.
At least that kind of high-tech artificial intelligence is not something that other people can easily produce.
Meanwhile, Tony sat in his studio, the look on his face not much more relaxed. In fact, Abel's potion was just his life-saving straw, or perhaps it could be said to be his last hope.
Tony's reasoning told him that, even if Abel's potion worked, there was no guarantee that Abel could prepare it on time. Otherwise, everything would be empty talk.
In other words, Tony knew very well that while Abel's potions might be useful for him, there was a greater chance they would be useless, or there would simply be no time to prepare before his death. His condition still had not improved much.
Pouring himself a cup of a special dark green concoction, Tony endured the unpleasant taste and drank it down. The day after tomorrow was the new Stark Industry Expo, the first since he became Iron Man, or perhaps the last one in his lifetime. Tony wanted to hold a grand event that would be unforgettable for everyone, enough to ensure he would be remembered for holding this expo!