Laura's Beautiful Journey

Shortly after Laura left, a black mage entered here with a man with a long face and beard like a tramp.

If Laura were still here, she would definitely recognize this homeless man as Strange with the curly face, and the black man who brought him in was Master Mordo.

"Wang, this guy is new. Please register him."

Unlike Strange, who was looking around and curious about everything along the way, Mordo seemed a little preoccupied.

"Huh? Why did you bring back a new person when you went out this time? I remember that Robert is now in charge of the selection and introduction of apprentices."

Lao Wang, who was sorting out the classics, turned around as he spoke, looking up and down at the man behind Modu with doubtful eyes.

Messy hair, an obviously unkempt beard, tattered clothes, trembling hands, and a long face that couldn't be covered by the thick hair.

This image, no matter how you look at it, does not look like the mage apprentices who were carefully selected by each branch in previous years. From the appearance, they at least look energetic.

"Well... I met him when I went shopping. It was a bit of fate, so I brought him back. By the way, why are you wearing glasses?"

Mordo seemed a little uninterested in the topic of Strange, but it was the pair of large black-rimmed glasses on Lao Wang's nose that aroused his interest.

"This is a gift from someone else. It seems like I can see things much more clearly after taking it with me."

Lao Wang answered casually while looking at Strange again.

The reason is naturally because of what Mo Du said, "a bit of fate."

As the mainstay in resisting enemies in the magical world, Kama Taj's apprentice selection system is extremely strict. Generally speaking, it requires passing physical fitness and being in good mental condition.

After all, unlike Storm Ororo, who relies on a combination of his own bloodline and supernatural abilities, the Kama Taj lineage mages rely on borrowing the power of the major demon gods, whether it is from the god of white magic, O Shutu. Whether you borrow power from Sithorn, the god of black magic, you need to pay a certain price.

Except for the Supreme Mage Ancient One and a few high-level mages including Wang and Mordu, most of the magicians of Kama Taj use their own bodies to bear the cost of casting spells, so a person with good health The body is a must-have for almost everyone.

The "somewhat fateful" guy in front of him had scars all over his hands and was trembling. His mental condition looked like that of a patient in the midst of a withdrawal reaction. He obviously did not meet their criteria for selecting an apprentice.

But since Modu mentioned the word "fate", it means that this guy is actually a well-connected person, and the person who can allow Modu to personally pick up people is most likely a mage apprentice hand-picked by Master Gu Yi.

"name."

After pondering for a long time, Lao Wang spoke.

Strange, who was looking around, obviously didn't realize that he was talking to him, until Lao Wang knocked on the table to attract this guy's attention.

"That long face, your name!"

"Huh? My name? Strange, Stephen Strange."

Seeing Strange acting in a panic, Lao Wang's brows almost knitted together.

How did such a guy with instability, hand disabilities, and poor physical and mental condition get noticed by the Supreme Mage?

"Stephen Strange? What a strange name. After registering it, you can take him to arrange a place to stay. I have to check out these classics."

"Okay, I'm done."

Modu nodded to Lao Wang and left with Strange.

Watching the two of them walk out of the door, Lao Wang let out a long sigh.

If what Laura said is true, then this new apprentice came at a really bad time, and we can only hope that he survives this crisis.

The confused Strange came to an antique house under the leadership of Modu.

What he saw and heard along the way simply overturned his world view, especially the scene where a lot of people were practicing martial arts in the platform square. Strange now seriously doubted that he was really on the mage's territory. Shouldn't a mage hold a wand to cast spells like in novels and movies, and usually practice fireball, pyroblast and other techniques? Why do these people all look like they are performing moves in Eastern martial arts movies?

"This is your residence for the next few months. The bathroom is right next to it. The bed and quilt are all ready. Clean it up and take a shower. You smell like a dead rat in a stinking ditch. .”

Mordo introduced Strange into the room and handed him a note, and then prepared to go out and leave. Firstly, the smell on Strange's body was not really good, and secondly, he found many apprentices on the way. There were signs of injuries from falling, so Modu was ready to ask what happened.

Strange took the note and glanced at it, only to see a string of characters.

"Shamballa? What is this? Is there some introductory spell I need to recite?"

"Shambhala" is the transliteration of Tibetan, also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "Ultimate Paradise". It is synonymous with a mysterious civilization in various legends from the East and the West.

In addition, his current location is a gathering place for mages at the foot of the Himalayas, and Strange inevitably begins to think divergently about this word.

"Shamballa is our WiFi password here."

Mordo turned around as he spoke, and met Strange's confused gaze.

So, the disciple of the Supreme Mage rolled his eyes helplessly and said:

"What's your expression? Is it weird to have WiFi? We are not barbarians."

After saying that, Mordo didn't bother to care about Strange's reaction, turned around and left the room.

After a long while, Strange finally came to his senses and walked to the bedside and sat down. He took out his mobile phone and opened the WLAN settings. He found a hotspot named "Kamar-Taj2.4G/5G", entered "Shamballa" and clicked connection.

The phone quickly completed the network connection, and two chat windows popped up at the same time.

Strange opened it with trembling fingers:

One is dozens of messages sent by Kristen. Basically, they are to comfort him not to be sad or discouraged, as well as how he is doing recently, where he is, whether he needs help, etc.

The second was an email signed by Maya Hansen from the biopharmaceutical division of Croft Group.

Strange immediately became energetic, and with excitement, he clicked on the email with trembling hands.

Unfortunately, his hopes were quickly dashed.

The general content of the email is:

After studying his medical records, Maya Hansen found that because he had undergone various repair surgeries after the car accident, and the wounds had healed, and the muscles and nerve tissue had been finalized, it was finally determined that the repair medicine was harmful to Stellan. Oddly speaking, it does not achieve the ideal recovery effect.