In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 185: The Happy Life of Strange (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller was sitting in the office, flipping through the report, and dialing with his mobile phone. After dialing the number, he put the mobile phone to his ear. The sound of an explosion, and then the sound of something falling, followed by Strange's exclamation.

"Hello? Stephen, what are you doing? Why haven't the two medical records I asked for last night been delivered?"

"Oh, wait! I forgot!" Before Strange finished speaking, he yelled in pain: "Oh!"

He tore off the ribbon wrapped around his face, looked at the person opposite and said, "Wang, I said wait a minute, I want to answer the phone, I..."

Before he finished explaining, Schiller's roar came from the other end of the phone: "Forget?! You have forgotten four times this week! The three medical records I asked for yesterday, you just say you Forget, I paid you so much salary, can you..."

Just as Strange was about to explain, the silk ribbon flying in mid-air slapped his face again, making him scream, and the mage king on the opposite side said: "You have to concentrate, or the power of magic won't listen Your order."

"I want to concentrate too!" Strange yelled, and he said to the other end of the phone: "The patient's medical record in room 2 has nothing to look at! Didn't I tell you yesterday? He His symptoms were all made up by him, in order to pick up on that female nurse named Fenna..."

Strange dodged to the left, holding the phone and quickly said: "I'm in trouble here, oh, **** it! Get out of the way..."

Speaking, he bent down again, dodging the sweeping ribbon, then changed the phone, covered his face with the free right hand, and said, "I'll give you the two medical records when I go back tonight." , I now have to..."

As he spoke, he waved his arm fiercely, and finally caught the flying silk ribbon, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "...solve some trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silk ribbon in his hand flew out of his palm with a "swish", making a big loop around the chandelier, and then a catapult started, dragging the chandelier and smashing it towards Strange .

Strange screamed and flew out with his head in his arms. When the phone fell to the ground, Schiller's threatening voice came from inside: "Listen, I don't care how bad your studies in the interest class are." Good luck, you have to finish the work on time, or I will deduct your salary!"

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Strange covered his eyes helplessly and said, "I regret it, I want to quit school now, okay?"

Lying on the ground, he said unrequitedly: "This thing is simply not something that humans can learn. How can I explain it to a silk ribbon and make it listen to me?"

The mage king on the opposite side still said calmly: "The power of magic lies in belief, you must learn to persevere."

In the afternoon of the second day, when Strange was immersed in writing, Schiller came in from the outside with a cup of coffee and said, "You have been in class for a week, how are you doing?"

Strange didn't say anything, first sighed deeply, raised his head, looked Schiller up and down several times with his eyes, Schiller looked at himself following his eyes, and said, "Why? Already? Do I have a question?"

"You can also do magic, right? Can I ask how long you have learned?"

"Who told you I was magic?" Schiller asked back, he saw Strange staring at him, Schiller said: "I'm a mutant, this ability is born learn."

Strange's eyes widened, and he said in shock and anger: "Then you let me learn magic! You actually... you damn..."

Schiller shrugged, this is what he has always said, facing ordinary people and mutants, he is a magician, facing magicians, he is ordinary people and mutants, anyway, the two sides are impossible Confessions to each other.

Strange covered his forehead and said, "I should have thought a long time ago, how could such a powerful ability be so easy to learn?"

"Can you believe it? I've been wrestling with a floating ribbon this week!"

Strange laughed angrily, he said: "I really thank you for that damned ribbon, it made me think that the patients here are quite easy to deal with!"

"Silk ribbon?" Schiller said a bit puzzled, "Didn't they teach you how to draw circles?"

"Circle? What's that?"

"It's the magic portal."

Strange scoffed, and he said, "Then I don't know how many years it will be, I am being beaten unilaterally by that ribbon now, let alone control it, grab it It's all difficult."

"I really hope you can quickly learn the technology of that magic portal."

"Why?"

"In this way, you can directly throw the finished medical record to me through the portal."

Strange rolled his eyes, and he continued: "The fat mage said, the Supreme Mage thinks I'm very talented, what the hell, I don't know what kind of talent it takes to fight with a ribbon..."

"Didn't he tell you some skills? For example, calm down and concentrate on controlling..."

"Of course I taught, but I can't calm down when a ribbon slaps me twice every second. Is it still my fault?"

"Then you plan to spend it like this? With a ribbon?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do? Wang told me that if an entry-level mage wants to exercise his concentration, he must go through this level."

Strange continued to pick up the pen and started writing, saying while writing: "According to him, magic is not produced out of thin air, but with the help of some higher-level power, so every mage apprentice You must exercise your control first, lest the borrowed power get out of control.”

"What is the principle of that ribbon?"

Strange's pen paused for a moment, and he said: "I heard that it is also a borrowed power, but it is relatively weak, and it is specially used for beginners to exercise."

"Actually, I have been thinking that since this ability can be learned, it proves that there is no difference between him and the medical knowledge I have learned before. It should be possible to use induction, summary and refinement methods..."

There is no doubt that Strange is a top student. After a few days of suffering, he has already begun to think about ways to improve his efficiency.

Ancient people are also very accurate. Strange's talent lies in his excellent learning ability and high acceptance of magic. He quickly accepted his status as a magic apprentice and planned to Made progress in his magical career.

Schiller put his hand on his chin and said: "In this case, have you considered a more convenient way?"

"Easier way? What do you mean?"

"Since this power is borrowed, you can have a good talk with your creditor and let him not be so irritable."

Strange said helplessly: "The problem now is that I can't even grasp the ribbon. You have to get started first, control the ribbon to stop, and only then can you communicate with the power behind it. leeway."

"Then have you ever thought that there are actually many ways to stop that ribbon."

"Like?"

"Like this." Schiller took out a blue gun from a drawer.

The next day, the fat mage king stood aside, watching Strange roll up his sleeves, holding a strange blue pistol in one hand, and said slowly to a ribbon frozen into a popsicle: "Listen, if you're still this cranky, it's not worth the price..."

Looking at Strange like a gangster collecting protection fees, the Mage King was very speechless. He tried to dissuade him: "Stephen, the concentration of a mage is very important, you can't do this..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yi appeared behind him. Gu Yi's tone was quite brisk, and she was even a little surprised. She said, "It seems that he is more talented than I imagined."

Wang's eyes widened, and Gu Yi touched his chin and said, "I was worried that his temper was a bit too good, which might make Kama Taj and the earth suffer, but now it looks good."

Wang stared straight at the Supreme Mage, Gu Yi smiled and said: "Concentration is indeed very important, and belief is also very important, but that is the next link. Before you can control magic, you must first get magic. This is the essence of magic."

After watching Strange play the shooting game with the freezing gun and the ribbon for several hours, Gu Yi was more satisfied, and she said: "It seems that his patience is not bad, sometimes In this way, some cheapskates are very difficult to deal with, and if you don't have enough patience, it will be difficult to get them hooked."

And when the ribbon finally compromised and the two parties began to negotiate, Gu Yi felt that she had read the right person. She said: "Obviously, he has rich experience, whether it is a moderate price increase or a retreat. , very proficient in using..."

Indeed, Strange's entertainment during this time was not for nothing. He dealt with big shots all over the world every day, talked and laughed with them on various occasions, and reached some deals quietly. He was also present when Tucker was negotiating with other big forces.

The major mysterious forces in the universe have different personalities, and most of them are evil, but evil is evil. When it comes to intrigue, it depends on human beings in the end.

As Strange, who has already participated in the top human negotiation scene, he has never eaten pork, but has only seen pigs running, which is enough for him to deal with this elementary scene.

Wang next to him sighed, he always felt that the painting style of the next supreme mage would definitely deviate too much.

After subduing the flying novice ribbon with the freezing gun, Strange's way of thinking changed. He suddenly discovered that magic is not higher than technology, but two different routes.

These two routes intersect, for example, freezing an object with freezing gun and freezing magic, but sometimes they restrain or complement each other, for example, freezing gun can subdue disobedient ribbons, while freezing magic can give Freeze Gun and Freeze Generator replenish energy.

After observing human economics these days, a bold idea gradually formed in Strange's mind.

In the laboratory of Stark Tower, Stark looked Strange up and down, and said strangely: "Guess what is the most unpopular occupation in my laboratory?"

Strange didn't care at all. With a wave of his hand, a silk ribbon flew out, circling Stark in a circle, almost leading him into a somersault.

"Shit, what is this?" Stark turned his head, looking at the ribbon that was scurrying across the ceiling.

Strange spread his hands and said, "See? This is my magic."

"Hehe." Stark showed him a fake smile that could no longer be fake, and then stretched out his hand, a mecha instantly covered his whole body, the movement was so fast that Strange didn't even have time to react. A fist stopped between his eyes, and Stark's voice came from the mech:

"See? This is my fist."

Strange flicked his wrist, turned his head away, and said, "Listen, I have a plan, and here's what happened, a man who called himself the Sorcerer Supreme approached me and asked me to I learned magic from him, but I discovered that magic is actually..."

Half an hour later, the two stood in front of the test bench. Stark crossed his arms and said, "You mean: "You plan to let me use the power of magic to transform mechas, and then in turn create mechas that restrain magic , to borrow more magic?"

"That's equivalent to..." Stark put his hand on the middle of the crowd, touched his nose with his index finger and said, "If I understand correctly, you plan to ask others to borrow money, and then use the money to buy guns , and finally pointed the gun you bought at the creditor, forcing him to lend you more money?"

"Let's not talk about whether it works on a technical level~IndoMTL.com~Aren't you a bit wicked?"

"So is it technically feasible?"

Stark turned around, turned over a stack of documents from the side and said, "Actually, it's very strange. The power on this ribbon seems to be different from what Schiller showed me."

"I haven't cracked his power yet, so I can't fully apply it to my mecha, but this kind of..."

Stark frowned and thought for a while and said: "According to your theory, this kind of power is borrowed from others, so since he can project power on a ribbon, can he also project it? On my mecha?"

Strange shrugged and said: "In theory, it is possible, but this kind of power is difficult for ordinary people to control."

"Then how do you control it?"

"Because I'm not an ordinary person, I'm a genius."

Stark glared at Strange, and Strange glared at him. After a while, Strange said, "Well, I actually used a freezing gun..."

"Use technology to subdue magic, and then use magic to transform technology?" Stark rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "You said, I made a trap to let him project power on my mecha How about going up, then refusing to pay back the money, and keeping the power for yourself?"

"That's what I mean. After you use this part of your power for your own use and create a stronger mecha, I will provide people, you provide guns, and we will borrow more money..."

The two looked at each other, Stark looked at Strange and said with disgust: "You are so wicked."

"Are you going to do it?"

"It just so happens that I am also wicked, so I did it."