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"Master Mordo, please show this guest out." Master Ancient One said to Master Mordo and then put down the teacup without even looking at Stephen Strange who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Come on, Mr. Strange, the door is this way." Hearing Master Ancient One's order to leave, Master Mordo walked up to Stephen Strange and reminded him.

Stephen Strange stared blankly at the Ancient One, who was in a state of confusion, and seemed to have not yet reacted.

"Mr. Strange?" Master Mordo called out again, raising his voice a little.

Looking at Stephen Strange who had no reaction to his shouting, Master Mordo was also a little confused. The Ancient One had clearly sent his spirit back into his body, so why did he still react in such a dazed way?

Just a second after Master Mordo looked a little confused, Stephen Strange's slender body jumped up from the ground like a spring, and rushed towards Master Ancient One next to him.

He couldn't accept that after coming here with so much trouble and seeing the hope of healing his hands, he was refused treatment and had to go back in disgrace.

He would not allow hope to slip away from him again, nor could he accept that his hands would be riddled with holes and trembling for the rest of his life.

Master Mordo did not expect Stephen Strange's sudden jump like a spring, but he reacted quickly. He jumped lightly and crossed a distance of several meters, pressing down Stephen Strange's shoulder to stop his behavior.

"This is very impolite, Mr. Strange." Master Mordo grabbed Stephen Strange's collar with a serious face and forced him to the other side of the door.

"No! Give me a chance, I don't want to leave! Please! Give me a chance!"

"I apologize for my impoliteness and recklessness just now, please don't drive me away, this is my only hope to heal my hands, please!"

Stephen Strange shouted and struggled. He tried to hook his feet on the pillars or the table, but it was useless. The pillars and the table were as slippery as butter and could not generate any friction at all.

This abnormality made him realize that it must be the damn magic at work again. He now believed in these things, but he was still being thrown out.

Master Mordo was very strong and he didn't feel any effort at all while dragging the tall Stephen Strange.

It didn't take him long to pull Stephen Strange to the door.

These two quaint wooden doors seemed to have their own consciousness and opened automatically when Master Modor approached.

Looking at the open door, Master Modo also

Stephen Strange threw it out like a bag of garbage.

Stephen Strange rolled twice on the ground at the door, then hurriedly got up, wanting to run in before the door closed.

But just as he was about to cross the threshold, the two quaint wooden doors suddenly closed, and the force just hit the tip of his nose, making his nose sore, and he squatted down, covering his nose.

After this, Stephen Strange also understood that even the two wooden doors of Kamar-Taj were magical objects with their own ideas.

The reason why he came to this conclusion was that the timing and force of closing the two wooden doors were so ingenious. Closing them one second earlier or later would not have achieved such an effect. If the force was stronger, he would have been hit directly and had a nosebleed, and if the force was weaker, he would not have felt anything.

"You can't do this to me. I have nowhere to go. I have nothing." Stephen Strange leaned against the wooden door, holding his nose, and muttered in a lost voice.

Seeing the passers-by looking at him strangely, Stephen Strange turned around and lay down directly at the door of Kamar-Taj.

At this point he was no longer ashamed, and decided to implement this rogue-like strategy. As long as Kamar-Taj did not open the door for him and let him in, he would squat and lie at the door, refusing to go anywhere, and just stay there shamelessly.

After lying like this for a while, he would knock on the door again and shout a few words in a hoarse voice.

Just like a set alarm clock, he would remind the people inside of his existence over and over again.

"Open the door, please open the door," Stephen Strange knocked on the wooden door again and shouted.

After shouting a few words, he put his hands down again and continued to close his eyes and rest.

In a few minutes he would do it again, and as long as he was on that day he would never stop.

Four or five hours later, Stephen Strange had slept at the door and woke up again. He was banging his knees against the door, and he was still shouting soullessly: "Open the door, let me in, please let me in."

He was a little tired of knocking with his hands, so he changed and used his knees instead. Anyway, as long as he could make some noise, he would use his butt instead.

The people on this street seemed to have accepted his presence in the past few hours, knowing that he would stay here forever, and then they made strange shouts in an incomprehensible language.

Some enthusiastic people felt sorry for him because he was shouting so hard that his voice was hoarse, so they gave him a bowl of water.

There were also children who ran over to take a look out of curiosity, as if they had never seen a man with such an untidy beard and unkempt hair like him. They even brought him a few dry and hard steamed buns for him to eat.

After he got into trouble, those who had flattered him before and seemed to have a good relationship with him had gradually turned against him, making him fully realize the fickleness of human nature.

The enthusiastic actions of these people not only warmed Stephen Strange's heart, but also replenished his energy, allowing him to continue shouting and banging on the wooden door.

In the tea room, Stephen Strange's voice could not be heard at all, and the Ancient One was still drinking tea with Home and Wanda.

"Do we really not need to care about him?" Wanda asked curiously. She had just seen the look in Stephen Strange's eyes. She was very familiar with that kind of stubborn emotion, so she knew that the other party would definitely not give up.

Holm did not say anything after hearing this, but just looked at Master Gu Yi, who put down his teacup, smiled and said, "Everything is arranged by fate, don't worry."

After hearing what the Ancient One said, Holm knew what the Ancient One was thinking. It seemed that it was the same as in his memory. Stephen Strange would enter Kamar-Taj and begin to learn magic.