"Strange is here to see me?" Mordo was a little surprised. It had been a long time since he returned to Kamateki. Even when his teacher, Ancient One, accepted two new disciples, he did not return.
Since he had never met them, he could not say that he knew Strange and Dum. Since he did not know them, why did Strange come to see him?
Reminisce? No way. He had nothing to reminisce about with Strange. Visiting the London Sanctum? Come on, this guy had only been a disciple of Ancient One for a short while. How many spells did he learn? Being able to use the Teleportation Gate steadily was already an incredible feat. Why did he come to the Sanctum to visit?
Although Mordo did not know what Strange was here for, it did not stop him from meeting Strange. But this did not prevent him from receiving Strange, for he himself wondered why Strange had come to see him.
What kind of person was this person who could inherit the position of the Sorcerer Supreme? Mo Du felt an indescribable strange sensation in his heart.
He chose to meet with Strange in his room above the Sanctum. Although the London Sanctum did not look big from the outside, the space inside was several times larger than it looked.
Every inch of the ground was covered with a Space Expansion Spell. Baron Mordo's room was very luxurious. Rosewood from Myanmar was cut into small pieces to form the floor. Agarwood from the South Sea was placed in the northeast corner, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.
Soft velvet cushions were placed neatly in one corner of the room, and a Steinway grand piano was placed on the other side. There was even a bar in the room that served all kinds of alcohol. There were at least a thousand bottles of different alcohol stored in a wine cabinet on one side of the wall.
In order to match the alcohol, there was also a set of unique crystal glasses in the room. This made drinking a very ritualistic experience.
And all of this made Strange, who had just entered the room, feel very familiar and comfortable. XXX! Isn't this XXX a replica of my house?!
Strange was deeply moved by the comfort the room gave him. Because everything in the room was very much to his liking.
As one of the world's top neurosurgeons, Strange had always been highly valued. Tens of millions of dollars a year was not just for show.
The rich Strange loved all kinds of luxuries. Sports cars, luxury watches, red wine. All kinds of luxuries that could highlight one's identity were his favorites.
Because of various reasons, he finally chose to join Doctors Without Borders and gave up this kind of life. In the end, he was caught by someone and was sent to Ancient One as an apprentice, leading to a long period of poverty.
He even had to live curled up in a basement, taking drugs (washing his hair) every day to get by.
But Strange was still very familiar with these things. Strange even stopped to look at the paintings that Mordo had hung on the wall.
"Alexander the Great's expedition to the east. This looks even more realistic than the one in the collection of the Louvre," Strange couldn't help but say after carefully examining it.
"Alexander the Great's Expedition to the East. This looks more realistic than the one in the Louvre," Strange couldn't help but say after looking at it carefully. "Because it's real. The one in the Louvre is a fake." Mordo had somehow appeared behind Strange.
"It's me. Thank you for meeting me, Baron Mordo." Strange saluted Mordo.
Among the mages on Earth, the Supreme Mage had the highest status, followed by the three Sanctum Mages. After them were the Guardian Mages, and below them were the official mages.
Strange was currently at the bottom of this pyramid. He was only an apprentice mage. He needed to show his respect to the Sanctum Mages.
Mordo looked at Strange from head to toe. The man in front of him looked much more sophisticated than he had imagined. Well, in the eyes of Europeans, horse-faced was probably one of them.
And it seemed like he had studied oil paintings? For some reason, Mordo had a feeling that Strange was the same kind of person as himself.
"Are you my teacher's new apprentice?" Mordo nodded in return.
"Oh, yes. I think I am. I'm probably the youngest one. "Strange smiled.
Mordo said with the authority of a senior brother, "Sit down."
"Do I sit on a cushion?" Strange asked curiously. He didn't see any stools in the room. The only place he could sit on was the velvet cushion. He prepared to go closer.
Mordo glanced at Strange. "If you don't want trouble, you'd better not go there."
"What?" Strange was confused.
"I have a very fierce cat there. You might not be able to defeat it," Mordo said casually. Strange was weaker than a cat.
"Huh? Where's the cat? "Strange suddenly felt the urge to stroke the cat. He was weaker than a cat? What a joke!
"It's invisible. You can't see it." When Mordo said that, Strange lost the urge to stroke the cat. Well, if he couldn't see it, who knew if he was stroking the cat or not.
"Sit," Mordo said again. As soon as he said that, a stool appeared behind Strange.
Strange raised his eyebrows and sat down. Although he was initially very resistant to being forced to learn magic and whatnot, he was still a little reluctant. But after entering the ocean of magic, he became fascinated.
Magic could do all kinds of interesting things, like now.
Mordo asked again, "What would you like to drink? I only have alcohol here. "
Drinking in the day? Well, it wasn't impossible. He just needed to pay attention to the alcohol level. Strange replied, "Belgian beer."
As soon as he said that, a can of Belgian beer suddenly appeared in Strange's hand. Strange was really thirsty. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
But something strange happened. He had drunk almost half of the beer, but the alcohol in the glass didn't seem to decrease at all. Or rather, even if it did decrease, it was quickly filled up. It was as if there was an invisible servant constantly pouring the beer.
"How did you do that?!" Strange was full of curiosity.
Mordo smiled gently. "A little of this, a little of that. You'll learn later. I usually use this kind of trick to teach those ignorant foreign bumpkins a lesson. I bet with them to drink, but they'll find that the beer in the glass is never finished. "
Strange clapped his hands. "Good idea! Can you teach me this spell? "Strange thought of a way to deal with Alaska. A certain Thor loved to drink.
Mordo smiled but didn't say anything. He changed the subject. "These are all trivial matters. I don't think you came to me for such trivial matters. Tell me, what do you want? "
Strange sat upright and said in a serious tone, "Yes, Baron Mordo. I'm here to ask you about a very difficult and urgent matter. It's very important, even related to my future life! "
Mordo's heart skipped a beat when he heard Strange speak so seriously. Was he here to ask about the position of Sorcerer Supreme? Was he already determined to get the position?
Mordo unconsciously became serious. He braced himself and waited for Strange's next words.
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