In front of the New York Temple, Strange and Wang were wrestling. Strange wanted to go in, but Wang refused to let him in. The two of them pushed and closed the door with all their strength.
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"Hmph~~~"
"Ha~~~"
Wang Yi's body fat is not in vain. You can tell from his body shape that although he has a big belly, his arms and legs are also meaty. He has a standard size of shoulders, a round waist and a thick neck.
He's not called fat, he's called strong!
Hulk-backed and bear-waisted, all strong men have this kind of body shape!
In comparison, Strange is tall, has long legs, has an elegant and handsome face, and is no match for him in terms of strength.
Seeing that the door was about to be closed, he raised his foot and passed it over, blocking the crack in the door.
All mages who have worked in Kama Taj know that the door cannot be opened and closed casually, because the next time you open it, the scenery on the other side of the door will be completely new.
"Stephen, give up, I won't let you in." Wang raised his foot and stepped on Strange's toes, crushing them hard a few times, hoping to make him retreat in pain.
"King, if we are brothers, you can't just die without saving us!"
Strange was playing the emotional card. He didn't want to leave the New York Temple. It had been three days since Russell's instructions. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His intuition told him that leaving Kama Taj would be bad luck.
Karma Taj has the Supreme Mage at his command, and the evil ways cannot threaten his life, but the Supreme Mage will not let him stay, so the New York Temple is his last hope.
The desire to survive is very strong!
"It's my duty, but I can't bear to obey my orders!"
Wang Dayi was awe-inspiring, unmoved by personal relationships: "Also, who is your brother? I am the assistant of the Supreme Master. As long as the Supreme Master orders, I will have no brothers!"
The Supreme Mage personally ordered the people to be expelled, and good brothers became superficial brothers. This is very realistic.
As he spoke, Wang raised his big foot and trampled hard on Strange's toes, causing Strange to grin and subconsciously pull out his foot.
Looking back, the door to the New York Temple was firmly closed.
Strange jumped around holding his feet, secretly thinking that this matter is not over yet. If one day he turns over and becomes the Supreme Mage by luck, he will definitely look good to the king.
Click!
The door opened, and Strange saw Wang who opened the door. He put aside his resentment and said movedly: "Wang, good brother, I knew you were a loyal person."
Snapped!
The suitcase hit Strange in the face, and Wang Maliao closed the door, not giving Strange any extra time to stir up emotions.
Strange felt sad when he encountered an unkind person. He rubbed his red nose and walked on the streets of New York dragging his suitcase.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar metropolis, he suddenly felt out of place. He no longer belonged here.
The reason he left New York before was to find Karma Taj, treat his disabled hands, and vowed to return to the top of the medical world, surprising those 'friends' who had refused to save him.
Now that his hand is cured, he has no interest in returning to the pinnacle of medicine. Entering the magic palace, he can explore the infinite mysteries of the universe. Countless knowledge is waiting for him to explore, such as studying medicine...
Can it save the world?
Strange does not seek to save the world, but only seeks someone to save himself. After all, the Supreme Mage himself said that the chances of surviving a bloody disaster and narrow escape from death are very slim.
"Is it just like what the Supreme Master said, eat well, drink well, have fun, and don't leave any regrets in life?"
Strange took out the credit card in his arms and muttered: "Kama Taj is really rich, especially the Supreme Mage. Just give him a credit card for 10 million US dollars, uh..."
"Isn't it also magic?"
In view of the Supreme Mage's unreliability, Strange decided to check it out so that he wouldn't be thrown into a single room because his credit card was invalid.
After the bank confirmed it, the credit card was authentic. Not only that, the cardholder's information was his own, and he had a monthly limit of 10 million U.S. dollars. No matter how much he spent, it would be repaid automatically without him having to pay a penny.
“You’re so fucking rich!”
Strange was filled with emotion, and then walked to the hotel next door with his suitcase. Since someone had reimbursed him, there was no need for him to be frugal.
According to the Supreme Master, he doesn't have much time left, so it's only right to seize the time to be free and happy.
…
"Stephen, I have thought about countless possibilities of meeting again, but this one...maybe my imagination is not rich enough."
In a high-end restaurant in New York, Strange and a lady were sitting across from each other. The restaurant was private, and there was no one else but them.
Female doctor Christine Palmer!
After Strange lost his hand, he was the only person who was willing to sincerely help him and lend him money when he was down and out.
Strange took his credit card, trying to find the cool feeling of spending money lavishly in the past, but ended up spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on it, and after changing his clothes, he felt that it was boring.
It's boring, this kind of life is too boring and no fun at all!
Looking at the credit card in his hand, Strange suddenly understood why the Master Supreme casually threw out 10 million US dollars.
The Supreme Mage is really rich!
This is not the point. The point is that he experienced changes in himself, changes in his spiritual realm, indulgence in wealth and knowledge, and he chose the latter.
It cannot be said that he is detached from the world, but that his spiritual realm is satisfied. No matter how much money he spends, his happiness cannot be bought. 10 million US dollars is just a number.
Strange believes that the Supreme Mage has been in this state for many years. On the surface, he is careless, but in fact he has seen through the constraints of the world's rules and lived a free and unrestrained life.
Supreme Master: As long as I am happy, I don’t care what other people think. If this behavior makes you unhappy, then I will be even happier!
Strange thought that there was no fun in spending money, and there was no point in showing off in front of the group of 'friends' back then. After thinking about it, only the female doctor Christine Palmer was worthy of his friendship.
Of course, it would be better if we could cross the friendship line and do some physical and mental health exercises.
A friend in need is a friend indeed, and he thinks that Christine is a good woman, and if she misses it, she will never be seen again.
At the same time, he is still a little entangled, because there is not much time left, what is the difference between really wanting to have something happen with Kristen, and a scumbag who turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone after putting up his pants.
But if nothing happens and he leaves with regrets, he will feel quite unhappy.
After struggling for a long time, he booked a special car over the phone and picked him up from the hospital when he got off work.
This is a restaurant with a low reputation, only spread among the upper class. In the past, Strange could only enter by invitation, and people who took the initiative to order food would not pay attention to him.
Because of the close distance, he took the opportunity to give it a try, handed over his credit card and asked to book a window seat so that he could overlook the night view of New York.
There was no problem at first. The moment he saw the credit card, the restaurant manager's eyes lit up. But after the card was swiped for verification, the manager's behavior was a bit beyond Strange's expectations.
He immediately cleared the place, politely sent away all the dining guests, and changed into waiter's clothes to serve Strange personally.
When a group of celebrities left, they looked at Strange with meaningful eyes. Instead of being angry, they enthusiastically handed over their business cards.
At this point, Strange understood that the Master Supreme was not only rich, but also had a transcendent status in the world of ordinary people.
Although this position is invisible, although this person is very inconspicuous...
"Stephen, what are you thinking about?"
"Sorry, I was distracted just now, but you can't blame me..."
Strange smiled apologetically, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Christine: "You are very beautiful tonight, as if you have walked out of the painting. I am afraid that I will speak too loudly and disturb you to return to the painting."
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Kristen raised her glass and chuckled, her eyes passing over Strans' intact hands, the confusion in her eyes suddenly sobered up, and she was amazed: "Stephen, can you tell me about Kama Taj? The miracle that happened to you makes me so excited now."
I find it unbelievable, and you are... completely different from before. I believe you even if you say you are a different person."
"I am indeed a different person. What I received was not physical treatment, but mental treatment!"
As Strange was talking, the hand holding the knife was suddenly held by Christine. He just looked at it and stroked the back of the hand, the knuckles, and the palm prints repeatedly, making him feel a little embarrassed.
"Stephen, I suddenly became interested in magic. Can you show me a few magic spells?"
Kristen clasped her hands together, tilted her head slightly, and blinked with an expectant look on her face: "Please, Dr. Strange!"
Strange's blood tank dropped sharply, his mouth went dry, he straightened his collar, lowered his head slightly and whispered: "It's not appropriate to have too many people and many eyes."
Are there too many people with mixed eyesight?
Kristine looked around. Except for the band, there was no ghost in the restaurant. She raised her eyebrows slightly: "You mean..."
"There is no one in my hotel room, I can show you the magic there."
"No, it's just the two of us." Kristen hesitated, like Little Red Riding Hood who was bewitched by the big bad wolf.
Grandma Wolf smiled like a gentleman: "I promise, it's just a demonstration of magic, nothing else will happen."
"real?"
"real!"
…
"Liar, you said it was just a demonstration of magic and nothing else would happen."
Christine wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, picked up a pillow and hit Strange on the head, as if forgetting that a slap would not make a sound, and a fly would not bite a seamless egg.
Strange licked his face and leaned forward: "Yes, this is the magic of love!"
"You...are annoying!"
"As long as you like it."
"..."
Just when the couple were getting tired, the doorbell of the luxury suite rang. Strange's face changed slightly and he quickly put on his clothes.
"What's wrong, Stephen?" Kristen didn't know why and put on her clothes together.
"The Supreme Mage is here, right in the living room!"
"who?"
"Supreme Mage! The leader of all the mages of Karma Taj and the most powerful mage on earth...the legendary figure who led me to the halls of magic."
Strange helped Christine change her clothes and took her out of the bedroom, where he saw Russell in the living room.
In Christine's eyes, the Supreme Mage is dressed in a white robe and hood. The white mage robe is tattooed with mysterious and sacred golden patterns, and his face is covered by a gold mask, which makes him very mysterious.
Strange: "..."
What are you doing again?
"Strange, it seems that you are no longer worried. In this case, please leave with me now!" The eyes of the golden mask lit up with white light, and Russell's artistically processed voice came out.
"Now?"
Strange's eyes widened, wondering if he could be so efficient.
"Actually, we should have set off ten minutes ago, but I calculated that you don't need much time anyway, so we just have to wait."
Russell said, opening the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
"..."
Strange was unable to complain, and looked out the window with a look of shock.
Under the vast night, a pitch-black dimensional passage opened, and the final destination was the New York Temple.