"Is that so? I understand. Thank you, Modu, for conveying my gratitude to Victor for me."
After saying this, Noah hung up the phone. He held his head with one hand and fell into thinking involuntarily.
The person Noah just called was Modu. Now Kama Taj is basically under the management of Modu. Ancient Master rarely participates in management matters.
It seems that under her deliberate guidance, all the magicians know that the real master of Kama Taj is the future supreme mage Noah.
Since Noah has not officially taken office yet, and Noah is still an Englishman, it is normal for him to stay in the London Temple.
The manager of Kama Taj is now Modu, and Modu is a person with no ambition.
Coupled with the close relationship between Noah and Mordo, the two of them were magicians at the same time and were true brothers.
This is tantamount to telling all magicians that the person in charge now is Noah, the future Supreme Mage, and if you need anything, just come to him.
Of course, the premise is that you go to Modu when he can't handle it, and ordinary matters will naturally be left in Modu's hands.
Therefore, Modu would know relatively more things, so it would be appropriate to approach him if you have any questions.
Noah just checked with Modu to confirm some things, and the results Noah got made him a little wary.
Casillas is normal now and he is still living his life step by step.
But this guy seems to be recruiting more and more apprentices, including some fifth-level or even sixth-level magicians, and these apprentices often leave Kama Taj.
At first, Modu would send people to follow him, but the amount of the task was really too much.
Although there are many magicians in Karma Taj, and all of them are good masters, the problem is that these magicians do not do anything.
Does Kamal Taj University need someone to manage and teach it?
Does the Karma Taj Magic Awards need someone to arrange and check the information?
As time passed, Mordo reluctantly gave up the idea of continuing to track it, and he could not talk to the Ministry of Magic about this kind of thing.
The internal affairs of Kamal Taj are naturally handled internally by Kamal Taj, not to mention what will happen even if the Ministry of Magic of each country is informed?
Not to mention the Ministry of Magic, even telling the magic organizations hidden in various areas would not work, so Mordo could only focus on Casillas.
Noah could only sigh helplessly to express his understanding of Modu's words. Kama Taj would not restrict personal freedom.
Therefore, there is really nothing that can be done about these guys running around, but Noah is 100% sure that the magician William Moore asked Nagini to tell him is definitely Casillas' apprentice.
"What's wrong, Noah?" Seeing Noah's frown, Nagini couldn't help but curiously asked: "Have you encountered any trouble?"
"Trouble?" Noah calmed down: "Although I want to say it is quite troublesome, but when I think about it carefully, I feel that it is not that troublesome. I am just a little sad that the paranoia turned from belief is just because
Certain incentives lead to depravity, without any regard for the past."
I have been watching Casillas's fallen Noah. It can be said that this guy has changed from a magician who misses his former family to a gloomy magician who is disappointed with everything.
Until the end, he became an evil magician who believed in Dormammu's ideas and tried to destroy everything.
To be honest, Noah also tried to guide him, but in the end Noah found that this guy really couldn't be saved.
As for killing him directly?
Well, Noah wants to do it but can’t do it. As for whether to stop him?
In fact, Noah planned to stop it before, but now Noah thinks it's better to forget it.
Now that Noah has reached the ninth level, at this stage of strength, Noah really doesn't think he will worry about Dormammu coming from afar.
Of course, this is under the premise that we have the Time Stone to rely on. As for whether we should learn from Strange and use it?
Noah touched his chin. Noah himself was not sure about this kind of thing yet.
Noah has no idea what kind of fighting method Dormammu has and how much combat power he has when he comes from across latitudes. Therefore, Noah must be cautious.
Shaking his head, Noah stood up and looked at Nagini: "Let's go, it seems we need to go to the Ministry of Magic."
"Going to the Ministry of Magic?" Nagini tilted her head and asked curiously: "It seems that things are really not simple this time."
"Okay, actually everything is still under control." Noah spread his hands: "I will not be so stupid and passive. I have already started to prepare when I find a little sign."
"Aren't you always like this?" Nagini nodded: "Let me go with you. We have developed so smoothly under the care of the Ministry of Magic in the past few years. It just so happens that I can go and thank you."
.......
Strange and Everett arrived at Ellie Comia's residence together, and next door to them was the house of the person Comia had entrusted Strange to investigate.
They live together in a community, which is obviously a wealthy area.
Strange looked at the surrounding environment and had to say that the security work here was really good, and the environment here was also very good.
There was just one thing that made Strange feel uncomfortable, because he really felt the smell of blood spreading in the air.
This taste is very light, so light that almost everyone can forget it.
Probably the only ones who can smell this smell immediately are those who are completely sensitive to the smell of blood.
For example, vampires, such as the bat demon that Strange dealt with last time, and of course werewolves.
"It seems that this time, the monster is really causing trouble." Strange sighed and whispered to Everett beside him.
"Oh? What did you discover?" Everett glanced at Strange strangely: "Tell me, did you find anything new?"
"The smell of blood. After I got off the car, I used a magic on myself to enhance my sense of smell. I am very sensitive to the smell of blood because...forget it, I smelled it the first time I got off the car.
It has a very light smell.”
"Really? Can you tell what it is?"
"Not sure, but it might really be a werewolf or a vampire or something. God knows, the most important thing now is to find out what happened, and see if we can find the body by the way."
"Well, it seems we have work to do."
Strange nodded, agreeing with Everett's statement. Indeed, they now have work to do.
After taking a look at Comia in front of him, and then at the house opposite, Strange decided to go to Comia's house and have a look.
"John, have you brought all our things?" Following Ms. Comia's footsteps, Strange asked Everett in a low voice.
"Of course, Sherlock." Everett nodded: "Including those strange herbs of yours, what are they used for?"
"Things that can make people talk." Strange whispered: "You are right what you just said. Comia is indeed very strange. She probably wants to forget some things subconsciously, and I think these things may be very important."
"So you plan to let her say it?" Everett frowned: "This is too cruel, Sherlock. You have to think about it carefully, this may destroy her."
Strange did not answer, of course he knew that what he did was not very 'moral'.
But Strange can guarantee that Ms. Comia will never recall what she forcibly forgot.
In Everett's bag, there is more than just the 'truth truth potion' that makes people talk.
There is also a plant that can make people forget some things. This thing may be the original prototype of the 'Forgetting Curse', but it doesn't matter. Strange has better use this thing without fully mastering the curse.
.
As he walked into the house, Strange's brows deepened because Strange found that the smell of blood was the strongest in this house!
This couldn't help but give Strange a not-so-good idea. Could it be that Ms. Comia's friend was killed by herself?
"Sit down wherever you like, Mr. Holmes." Miss Comia said: "By the way, I have never had a chance to talk about my friend's situation. Her name is Mia, Mia Lester, she is a psychological
Scholar."
"Hmm, what else?" Strange and Everett sat on the sofa together. Everett carefully observed Comia's subtleties, and Strange asked: "She
What is the relationship with your relatives and friends? Please tell us in detail."
Comia nodded, and then began to talk about her friend in detail and earnestly.
Mia Lester, thirty-three years old, is a psychologist. She has a husband named Adam Lester, who is a manager of a financial company.
The two of them live a happy life and seem to be preparing to have a child. They have even prepared the child's clothes.
The interpersonal circles of the two of them are pretty good. At least neither of them have any enemies. There are indeed competitors, but they have not reached the point of being in dire straits.
Strange frowned. There seems to be no possibility of killing someone in this situation, right?
Touching his chin, Strange continued to ask: "So, have any strangers come in or out of your community recently?"
"Stranger?" Comia frowned: "It seems not. Oh, by the way, Mia also has a sister named Cathy. After Mia disappeared, she came to accompany Mia but failed to find a wife, and she was close to a mental breakdown.
Adam, she's a nice kid."
"Is that so?" Strange touched his chin, looking at Comia in front of him, Strange suddenly asked in a deep voice: "You are very sleepy, aren't you?"
"What?"
Comia didn't understand what Strange meant at all, but when she was about to ask again, she suddenly noticed that Strange's hands had a faint golden sheen...