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"Oh, the trouble in your mage's mouth—hey, ma'am, that thing can't be touched!"

Kara retracted her hand carefully, showing an apologetic smile, and at the same time put down the statue in her hand without a trace. Tony turned around and continued.

"Where did I just say? Oh... the trouble in your mage's mouth is quite incomprehensible, king. So what is this time? Hell invasion? Heaven invasion? Another world dimension demon invasion? A large group of tentacles Blame it on eating people on New York Avenue?"

Wang shook his head.

"Neither, Tony," he said quietly. "More trouble than that."

He raised his hands, holding them up in front of Tony. The two stared at each other for five minutes, and Tony didn't see any problem. He asked uncertainly, "Well, you didn't cut your nails?"

"...I really seem to have forgotten to cut." As soon as the words came out, Wang realized that he had been led astray.

He clasped his hands together angrily, and clapped his hands heavily: "No! No! It's not about cutting or not cutting your nails! It's my magic that has disappeared! The magic of all Kama Taj's mages has disappeared, and we still have magic in our bodies. , but spells?"

Wang made a gesture, and even added the sound effect of "Hugh": "—No more!"

Tony didn't say anything, just touched his chin.

"Um... Jarvis, what time is it today?"

"It's not April 1st anyway, sir."

"So today is not April Fool's Day."

"Yes, sir, it's not April Fool's Day."

Wang's face gradually became a little dark, it was the kind of standard black face. His appearance was quite intimidating when he made this expression, at least Tony immediately raised his hands and gave a French military salute on the spot.

"I get it, I get it—no joke, okay? Where's Strange?"

"He maintains the power supply in the Holy of Holies. The magic is gone, but the magic is still there. He must maintain the enchantment all over the world at all times." Wang waved his arm firmly. "This is the responsibility of the Supreme Mage, so I came to you - and of course, thank you Ms. Kara."

"Ah... ah? Did someone call me just now?"

"Yes,

I'm calling you, Ms. Carla. Thanks for bringing me here. "

Kara showed an embarrassed smile: "It's alright, it's a trivial matter. Actually, I also miss flying. Although it feels good to play games every day, I always feel an inexplicable sense of guilt..."

Tony glanced at her, then at the king again, and suddenly laughed again: "Don't tell me you were really caught flying by her all the way."

"Tony Stark!"

"Okay, okay, okay. No kidding—ahem, get down to business."

Tony's expression became serious: "So, Strange doesn't know where he went?"

"The Supreme Master knows." The king said blankly. "He went to another dimension to deal with the connection between dimensions and has not come back - but we can't let go of any small possibility. It is possible that he came back, but did not go to the Holy of Holies, So I came to ask you."

"Then why didn't you give me a call?" Tony asked in confusion. "Or you don't have a cell phone?"

"..."

Wang didn't speak, just turned his head and faced Tony with his profile. After a while, he whispered: "We used to use the magic lake to get it without paying the phone bill. But now there's a problem, so we can't reach you."

The scene became a little embarrassing for a while - a very embarrassing kind of embarrassment, even Tony, his eyes moved up, looked at the ceiling of his house, and after a minute he said: "Hey, the ceiling of my house looks like Not bad, right?"

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Strange screamed in pain.

Can't blame him, I mean, every mage mostly makes the same noise when they're suffering this way. He is now floating in the air, a huge amount of magic power pouring out of the pores all over his body. Just looking at the description, you may think it's nothing, but in fact the problem is very big.

When wizards cast spells, magic comes out naturally—as naturally as you breathe, drink, and eat. There is no pain for them to use magic in this way.

But this way of Strange, it was as if the hairs in all the pores on the whole body had swelled back up, and they were still being pulled out continuously at the same time.

The Spirit of the Holy of Holies floated beside him, looking at him worriedly. She tried to cast spells, but the mysterious power that wiped out all spells in the world apparently didn't let her go. The Spirit of the Holy of Holies still exists, but it can no longer cast any magic.

Strange screamed again, longer this time, sweating all over him, converging into little streams on the ground.

After a while, he gasped and asked, "How far is the enchantment's energy supply?"

The Spirit of the Sanctuary flew to the side in a hurry, picked up a book with a simple style, opened the first page and glanced at it: "...I'm afraid it's still a lot worse, Supreme Mage."

Strange squeezed out a groan from his throat: "...Excuse me, Guardian. I have a cell phone in the right pocket of my coat on the sofa, can you get it? I want to make a call. ."

The Spirit of the Sanctuary complied, and Strange raised his right hand with great effort to unlock the phone, then dialed his wife's number: "Hey, it's me, Kristen. Listen, I've got to do a magic trick. A meeting of the world, yes, what? Drewyn? Well, they're there too. What's wrong?"

"You want talking cats as pets...? Okay, okay. I'll talk to the Drewyns after the meeting, but this meeting may be going on for a while, so I probably have one Can't get home in a week or so, okay? Yes, the place is magically protected, and I can't make calls. Okay, okay, love you, bye."

After the call ended, he immediately put down his hand, and the phone slammed onto the floor, but Strange couldn't care less, his whole body twitched, and a huge amount of magic power was drawn out again. The underground supply of magical webs gives great endings all over the world.

The pain is indescribable.

Even Strange's eyes were gray, he was floating in the air, his muscles spasmed, his stomach was protesting to him. Tears poured out involuntarily, and he suffered too much pain, and his body ushered in collapse before his will.

"Guardian...do me a favor."

Strange said with difficulty, "Bring me a blanket, please? I'm so cold. Oh, there's nothing in the books that says you'll feel cold if you use too much magic at once. Damn, I'll have to add this to the textbook later. Go... do we have that stuff?"

He was already distracted by talking to himself, and the Spirit of the Sanctuary couldn't do anything but nod.

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