The Death Knell

Chapter 2115 A lot of demands

The black mage closed the door and walked back to the holy land, turned left and right onto the well-proportioned covered bridge, and came to a Soviet-style garden amidst the sound of water flowing.

Kama Taj is also very beautiful at night. The gentle breeze creates light ripples on the pond water, and some carps swim leisurely around.

The flowers beside the pool are dazzling and fragrant. The flowers bloom in different seasons at the same time, just like a fairyland.

At a height of more than ten meters, an invisible shield blocked the snow blowing from the hillside. When I looked up, they were swirling in the wind and flying into the distance.

Only the pure white moonlight can pass through the protection and shine in the spacious courtyard, giving everyone a small moon in the wine in their cups.

Here, Daniel met the Sorcerer Supreme.

Deathstroke organized a banquet and watched the scenery with everyone next to the stream in the courtyard. The only place where the four great beauties could be combined at the same time was probably Kama Taj.

After returning from the negative space, he naturally brought a lot of things with him, including the corpses of real fairies, the corpses of Tyana people, some technological artifacts, and so on.

He handed over everything that could be related to the mysterious side to the members of the Sky Council today, and everyone discussed the issues they had faced recently.

Tony thinks he has a way to close the space rift next to Mars, and Doom also has a plan, but these are not the reasons why Deathstroke does not prepare additional plans. He will not put his hope on others.

Make a few backup plans first, so that if Tony and Doom both have hip problems, you can still save the earth.

After all, business still needs to be done.

It is obvious that those big lichs can only enjoy the scenery, but cannot enjoy the food and wine, but this is also the price of eternal life.

Gin leaned next to Deathstroke, taking out a barrel from the stream to pour wine for the man and himself, looking very happy.

"Is he enlightened? Daniel."

As soon as the mage turned the corner, Deathstroke asked a question without looking back.

Master Daniel saluted respectfully and walked quickly to the creek: "I heard him talking about smoking, drinking and perming his hair when he left. He seemed to have learned a lot."

"This is just the beginning. When he realizes that studying medicine cannot save the people on earth and is willing to serve Kama Taj for the rest of his life, that's when he comes in." Su Ming clinked glasses with the gin next to him and drank lightly. After taking a sip, he continued: "Ability is secondary, the key is loyalty."

Su Ming's plan was to take care of Staranci's food every day, and use his last hope of healing his hands as bait to develop Stockholm Syndrome in him and make him dependent on Kama Taj.

Otherwise, why would someone else deliver food to him?

It is to make the other party ignore the role of different individuals and regard the benefactor as Kama Taj as a whole.

On the other hand, wizards and Western medicine are indeed two professions that conflict with each other. They do not need to rise to the level of technology and magic. The 'cost' alone is very unfriendly to surgeons.

Take Monaco as an example. He was feeding rabbits at home, and suddenly the devil took out a piece of his stomach. He suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

But when he got up, he still didn't delay raising rabbits.

But what about Strange? He opened the patient's head and was trying to pick out the nerves inside. Suddenly, he fell unconscious while casting a spell, and the scalpel plunged into the patient's brain.

He got up, but could the man on the operating table be saved?

As long as Strange learns magic and casts even a small spell, even if his hands recover, he will basically say goodbye to the precision work of neurosurgery in this life.

"You are right, Master." Daniel also sat down cross-legged, picked up a watermelon from the stream and cut it: "But I still don't understand, student. What does loyalty have to do with smoking, drinking, and perming your hair?"

Su Ming looked at the moon and raised the wine glass, swaying the liquid inside, and said calmly:

"You don't understand. There once was a man in a certain world. He was willing to smoke, drink, and perm his hair for his good friends for generations. He was unspeakably loyal..."

The black mage showed an unclear expression, and he nodded slowly, as if there was some cosmic truth contained in the words of the Supreme Mage.

In fact, Master Deathstroke has indeed proposed a cosmic truth that can promote the development of the entire magical world over the years, and that is the Law of True Fragrance. People will always accept things they rejected in the past at some point. This is a law that directly points to the concept of 'reality' Avenue.

"Well, Master, I will go to New York to take over the Holy of Holies in a few days. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Deathstroke's eyes fell from the wine glass to Daniel's dark face, and he nodded slowly:

"Master White wants to go to another world to learn other systems of magic. I have agreed to his application. You are strong enough to serve as the resident archmage. I have nothing to say in this regard. Everything will be fine as usual. It's just that you enter Kamal Taj has been living in Egypt before, so she may not know much about the situation in the United States. In short, don’t always go online to read news about American police, as that will affect your state of mind.”

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The days passed quickly, and as the space rift in space grew larger day by day, Strange's knees also wore out calluses.

a week has passed.

Every night at twelve o'clock, he was like a pet waiting for food, holding a cigarette and a drink, looking at the red door with bright eyes.

Kama Taj's food is so delicious, and the magicians there are all talented and well-spoken. He really likes it here.

Kneel down every day to show your sincerity. It is impossible to work all day long. My hands are shaking so much that I can't even do the business of digging out corns for others. I can only make ends meet by kneeling outside the door of this mansion every day and waiting for dinner to be served that day. You deserve life like this.

It's just that these days, every time the wizard comes out, he says that the Supreme Mage doesn't accept him, but always asks some weird questions.

For example, ask him if he can sing Xintianyou, if he has ever raised a pony, if he has ever worn a back-to-back...

There are no duplicate questions every day.

Strange knew that these were hidden tests, and the little money he earned from working was basically used to achieve these goals.

If you’re not good at singing Chinese, you can find someone to learn it. If you can’t afford a pony, you can work as a free herdsman. For Beibeijia, you can shop online.

So today, with the help of Beibeijia, Strange knelt in front of the door with his back straight. He wanted the Supreme Mage to see that not only had his pink XXXL size arrived, but he was also wearing it!

When the clock struck midnight and the door creaked open again, the doctor showed what he thought was the most perfect gesture.

He smoked in his left hand and drank in his right hand. There was a plate of large intestine sashimi in front of him. He was shirtless and wearing a back jacket. He knelt next to the borrowed pony, flipping his permed curly hair while singing Xintianyou in allegro.

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