Kathmandu is the most prosperous city in Nepal, but the huge temperature difference between day and night, violence against foreigners and a series of crimes caused by poverty have made this city except for a few tourist spots where foreign tourists gather.
The regional security environment and living environment are quite bad, and the quality of the water source can even make people suffer from diseases. The facade of Kama Taj is located on the edge of the Hindu temple complex in the southeast of Kathmandu, and the mystics go out to clean it from time to time, so the environment
It's relatively clean, and gangs composed of local poor people don't dare to come here to disturb it out of blind respect for religion.
For Stephen Strange, every corner of Kathmandu was terrible. The dust cyclones that blew through the city during the approaching dry season filled his cold-weather clothes. Every night when he returned to the hotel, he had to use a crippled
He worked hard to clean his hands to ensure that he could wear it the next day. As for the messy hair and beard, he just rinsed it with water to maintain his last dignity. For several days in a row, he wandered aimlessly in the temple complex, occasionally catching
A passerby who could understand English had nothing to gain from asking about Kama Taj, and his belongings were stolen several times by local children who gathered around him who were looking for foreign tourists. If he had not already paid for the accommodation, then he probably would have
I would sleep on the streets on the second day after arriving in Kathmandu.
Although before he came here, he had made up his mind to knock on every door in Kathmandu until he found Kamal Taj, but now this situation made him more and more desperate. He had very little money left and arrived from New York.
The air ticket to Kathmandu was also Christine's last gift. If she wanted to return to New York, she would have to ask the embassy for help. "I don't even know if there is a US embassy here." He complained as he dragged his tired legs along the abandoned
Walking forward to the religious buildings, "I'm afraid I'm going to die here."
"Why do you keep standing here?" asked Sherlock Holmes.
After he woke up, he only saw the Supreme Mage once, and then the Supreme Master arranged for him to have Modu as his mentor. In half a month, he didn't see any magic at all. His daily life was either reading books or learning various kinds of magic.
Lost text. Modu's strange behavior today made him curious. He had never seen Modu not instructing him to clean the square or wipe the tables and chairs for a day. Instead, he stood at the door of the temple, looking like he was waiting for someone.
.Sherlock Holmes stated the results of his observation, "The blood on your knuckles can tell you that you went out to beat someone up, but you are definitely not waiting for the unlucky guy to be beaten up by you."
"Very smart. I taught a few gangsters a lesson." Modu said with a cold face, "I hope they can complete their work."
"You still haven't said who you are waiting for." Sherlock Holmes leaned on the broom.
His learning progress was rapid. When the Supreme Mage asked him to look directly into the outer dimension, he regarded it as a dream. Even though the dream caused him to have an epileptic seizure and had to lie in bed to recuperate, Sherlock Holmes still remained skeptical.
.Sherlock Holmes would have escaped long ago if the tracking files on contraband belonging to the cult were not sent regularly from Latvinia.
It's not that he hasn't tried, but every time he would return to his room inexplicably, and by the time he found out, it was time for morning classes the next day. Modu didn't care if he was wearing Kama Taj the night before.
The robe was running around in Kathmandu, and he would only ask Sherlock Holmes to continue completing his morning tasks. After a few times, Sherlock Holmes, who was sleep deprived, gave up blindly escaping because he fell asleep uncontrollably after dinner.
"A new apprentice." Modu replied. He opened the door and looked outside a few more times, then closed one eye. "Damn it, he's gone further and further away! Those gangsters didn't follow him at all!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Sherlock Holmes. "Are you using a drone?"
"Stupid!" When he thought that there were two such stupid apprentices, Mordo became more and more angry. However, he still took a deep breath and used the scriptures and prayers he had learned for many years to stabilize his emotions. Salomon was Kama
Taj is the most powerful mystic in history, but before becoming a mystic, he was also the most noisy apprentice in the history of Kama Taj. Although Mordo could not control him very well in the past, he had to deal with two stubborn and stupid apprentices.
It's more than enough. "You wait here. If someone knocks on the door, just come and open the door. Do you understand?"
"Where are you going? Why did you bring a pistol?"
"It's none of your business!" Modu became angry. In order to avoid showing his magic in front of ordinary people, a pistol is a good choice. Before pushing the door and leaving, he still said, "Wait here!"
Sherlock Holmes shrugged and continued to sweep the endless granite square with his head down.
The result of vague instructions was getting lost. Stephen Strange didn't know how far he had deviated from the route pointed by passers-by. To be precise, the passers-by who showed him the way didn't know where his destination was. Kathmandu was not
Not many people have heard of Kama Taj. After all, it is just a facade that never holds activities and does not welcome tourists. Stephen Strange knew that today would also be a fruitless day, and he had already prepared himself mentally.
Prepare to return empty-handed - However, after living in the wealthy areas of New York for too long, Stephen Strange's subconscious has thought that all places in the world are as safe as the wealthy areas. Whether it is the abandoned buildings that are far away from tourist attractions
, or the fewer and fewer foreign tourists are showing that Stephen Strange has gradually penetrated into the civilian living areas of Kathmandu. The lack of public infrastructure, poverty, lack of education, police corruption and other reasons have led to the crime and ignorance of this place.
Like gutter mud, stubbornly clinging to the city's glossy tourist areas, Stephen Strange stands out as a foreign tourist, but he doesn't realize it.
It wasn't until he squeezed through the bustling crowd that he realized someone was following him.
There were four people in total, one of them blocked him, and the other three surrounded him, blocking the way he came.
"I have no money." Stephen Strange raised his hands helplessly, "Not a penny."
"Watch." The person in front of him said. At least they were speaking English, which made Stephen Strange feel a little indescribable. However, he would rather he did not understand this sentence. One of them had already
He took out a broken and small dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with fake jewelry made of plastic. It was exactly the same as the so-called souvenirs sold by roadside vendors. "Bring me the watch." The man stepped forward and repeated, "
Give me!"
"No, please, this is the only thing I have left."
But these gangsters didn't care about his pleading. Stephen Strange could only stretch his hand to his wrist, as if preparing to take off his watch. However, at this moment, some uncontrollable emotion surged from the bottom of his heart to his throat.
The despair he encountered in New York, the confusion he encountered in Kathmandu, and the gloomy future all screamed in his throat, urging him to resist. Anger fell from the sky, and Stephen Strange chose to obey. He would not be stupid like the tourist underground.
It seemed like he was being robbed in a dark alley. Just when the gangster reached out to take away the watch hanging on his finger, Stephen Strange punched the man in the face.
Not only did this punch have no effect, his hand also hurt terribly. The finger bones that were barely fixed together immediately staggered. The pain that rushed to his brain instantly made him unable to care about anything. The little gangster who was slapped responded angrily.
With color, he kicked Stephen Strange hard in the stomach, who was lying on the ground in uncontrollable pain. Other gangsters also surrounded him, took away the watch that had fallen aside, and then surrounded him.
They punched and kicked him, and one of them even kicked him on the chin.
Until the man wearing a black and green hooded cloak appeared. He dodged all the attacks just like what was shown in the movie. During the fight, he smashed his fists and elbows on the gangster's skinny body. At that moment, he lay on the ground.
Stephen Strange, who was severely beaten, was shocked far more than any moment in his past barren and boring life. The gangsters who robbed him were smashed to the ground one by one, wailing incessantly.
The man picked up something from the ground and stood in front of Stephen Strange. He could only see the uppers of the man's shoes. Then his eyes began to rise, and the man used his irresistible force to lift him up.
He stood up. "Are you looking for Karma Taj?" the man asked in an accent he couldn't recognize, "Really?"