No one knew where Kamar-Taj was.
To be precise, those who didn't know didn't know, and those who knew didn't know how to describe it. It was as if it was just there, in a corner of the world, waiting for you to walk into it. But in fact, not everyone could walk into it. It had its own consciousness, and it wouldn't accept everyone so generously.
And now, the biggest problem for Seiber and Strange was how were they going to make Kamar-Taj accept them?
Just like how we describe the sword of a peerless swordsman, we would always describe it as a heavenly steed soaring across the sky, or an antelope hanging its horns. It was the same now, especially when they drove into the last city near the snowy mountain.
This was a small town. It was so small that it would only take more than an hour to walk a complete circle around the town. However, there were many people here. Standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, one could see the crowds of people walking back and forth on the street. It was absolutely crowded.
Most of them were Asians, but there were also Caucasians and African Americans. There were four temples in the small town, and each temple was filled with incense. Those who could come here were the most sincere believers. Therefore, the air of the small town was filled with the aroma of incense. There was also the smoke, and the sound of prayer flags being stirred could be heard everywhere. There were also the red strips of cloth wrapped around the town.
This place was filled with a strange and special atmosphere. It was like a religious zone.
"I hate this place, really."
Saber looked at the strange dishes on the table with a conflicted expression. In the end, he didn't have the courage to eat. He just picked up the wine glass next to him. The drinks in this place were very special. Anyway, after drinking this glass of wine, Saber's expression became even weirder.
As for Strange, who was sitting on the other side, this poor and destitute fellow had suffered a lot along the way. Now that he was faced with a hot dish, he had long abandoned his etiquette and useless persistence. Only after truly walking through a desperate situation would one know how weak they were.
So, we often say that pain changes a person. The principle is like this. Remove all the clothes of civilization and live in the purest state.
"Uh, I kind of agree with you. This taste … is indeed a little weird."
Strange used the spoon to taste the strange meat in front of him with some difficulty. He smacked his lips, put down the spoon, and began to focus on the food in front of him.
Seiber's gaze scanned the crowd below. In the end, he decided to lean against the window and observe the pedestrians below with interest. After Strange finished his meal, he patted his stomach and moaned in satisfaction. He stood up and walked to Seiber, who was smoking by the window, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?
"Are you looking for something?"
"Of course!"
Saber pursed his lips, "Ancient One probably doesn't need to eat to live, but other people definitely don't... I have a friend, um... He lived in Kamar-Taj for two years before. He told me that the place was no different from an ordinary temple manor. That is to say, there are still people who make fires and cook. Although it is not ruled out that they do all this with magic, what method do you think is more convenient to transport daily necessities?"
Strange's eyes were also a little bright. He scratched his terrible beard.
"You mean, buy it locally?"
"Yeah!"
Saber nodded and then breathed a sigh of relief, "But I didn't find anyone special. There are too many people here... This method still needs time to verify, so we need to act separately!"
Strange stood up straight and looked at Seiber who seemed to be deep in thought.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll go to the grain store in this city to check out the situation, you... you go and ask!"
Saber moved his wrist, "You go and ask on the street, just find someone to ask Kamar-Taj. Isn't that what you planned to do before? It's like a guy who is in despair but doesn't know what to do. "
"But is this really going to work?"
Strange was a little confused. Although he hadn't been in contact with Saber for a long time, he was already familiar with Saber's style. This guy didn't seem like someone who would do such a useless thing. Saber glared at him.
"Of course it's not going to work... But let your rusty brain work, Doctor Strange! Did the sudden poverty really limit your imagination? "
The surgeon scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He sat aside and began to think about Saber's words. This guy was able to become a world-renowned doctor, which proved that he was not an idiot. So he quickly understood Saber's intention. But at this time, Saber's figure had disappeared from the restaurant.
The surgeon let out a sigh of relief. He carried his dusty, weather-beaten bag on his back. When he walked out of the restaurant, he deliberately adjusted his expression and messed up his already messy hair even more to make himself look more miserable and in need of help.
He squeezed into the crowd with a frightened and disappointed expression. From time to time, he would grab someone's shoulder and ask in a stuttering local dialect.
"Kamar-Taj?"
Usually, he would get a confused face or a straightforward "I don't know."
He followed the flow of the crowd and moved forward. The expression on his face showed that he had no idea where he was going. Like a person who was forced to go with the flow, the fear and disappointment in his eyes could not be hidden from others.
He tried so clumsily and stayed in the crowd for a full two hours. He went around the small town and finally returned to the starting point. He was like a desperate and tired person, sitting on the edge of the street, holding his head with both hands and grabbing his hair with both hands. If one did not look at his face, which was still secretly and vigilantly looking around, one would definitely think that he had broken down.
This kind of thing could not be hidden from the observant, especially those who had been silently observing him for a long time.
Just as Strange sat there in silence for more than ten minutes, he picked up his bag again and prepared to move forward. A skinny white man dressed no different from the local pilgrims walked up to Strange and whispered to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Strange.
"Kamar-Taj, come with me …"
Strange's eyes lit up. He looked left and right, then picked up his bag and followed behind his skinny compatriot. They squeezed through the crowd and walked into the tangled alleys.
At this moment, the surgeon's heart was burning. He thought that he was only one step away from his dream land.
On the other side, Saber was also working hard in his own way.
"Bang!"
The rice shop owner was grabbed by the collar and was lifted from the ground. Saber, who was wearing a silver helmet, asked impatiently in Chinese.
"Do you have some guys who always come here to buy rice at a fixed time? And a lot of them? "
"Gulu gulu gulu"
The owner opened his mouth and said a series of words in the local dialect. Saber could not understand a single word, but it did not matter. His eyes under the helmet flashed with a hint of mockery.
"Stop fooling around. You know you can understand Chinese … You're from Cantonese, right?"
When the question came out, the owner's eyes widened.
"You … How did you know?"
"Next time, don't eat so much betel nut …"
Saber put him on the ground and reached out to pat the non-existent dust on his shoulder. He took off the helmet and revealed his very Asian face. His tone also became much gentler. "Do me a favor. I really do need to find those people."
The owner hesitated for a moment. This hesitation itself was an answer. Saber narrowed his eyes, took out a stack of green US dollars, and stuffed it into the owner's hand.
"You see, as long as I 'steal' your account book, you don't have to lie to others. I can see from your eyes that you are an honest person. I won't make it difficult for you."
The boss touched the cash in his hand, gritted his teeth, and looked at the third cabinet behind Seiber. Then, he closed his eyes and said in a low voice as if he was going to die for a good cause.
"Knock me out! I won't betray them! "
"Hahahaha, you're really an interesting person!"
Saber laughed and reached out to pinch the back of the owner's neck. The owner collapsed on his chair. Saber turned around and pulled the lock on the cabinet. With a gentle pinch, the old lock broke from the middle. He took out a thick account book and opened it. He flipped to the records of the recent month. When he saw a record from two days ago, Saber's eyes immediately narrowed.
'I missed this month … But it doesn't matter. They always come at a fixed time every month to buy enough rice for 100 people to eat for a month. That's enough.'
Sai Bo tore open the account book and kept the page in his pocket. Then, he threw the torn pieces of the account book all over the place. Since he was acting, he had to go all out.
He could afford to waste a month, so when he walked out of the rice shop, Saber's mood was very good. However, when he walked out of the door and was on his way back to the hotel, his nose suddenly twitched. In the thick sandalwood fragrance, he smelled a faint smell of blood. Most importantly, there was another smell mixed in with the blood.
He looked left and right, then ran into the alley beside him. He put on the silver mask and held the wooden box on his back in his hand. He ran in the direction of the smell of blood.
"No, why is it always me!"
Strange desperately ran for his life in the back alley. Behind him, there were four or five fierce-looking white men. At this time, these compatriots had already torn away their friendly disguise. They held daggers in their hands and chased after Strange.
Yes, there may be people in this world with heaven-defying luck, but definitely not this unlucky surgeon. He was tricked again. When he was being led by his compatriot through the crooked alley, he felt that something was wrong. But when he wanted to run, the road behind him was blocked. He could only throw away his bag full of clothes and run in another direction.
Behind him, the group of criminals did not give up until they found the money.
"Give us the money, buddy, we don't want your life!"
"Bastard! Stop! Or we'll kill you! "
"Shit, you're going to die, you piece of shit!"
Strange knew his own body well. Although he had often practiced self-defense before he was injured, his fists were now weak and powerless. There was no way for him to withstand the impact. In this situation, running away was the best option.
Behind him, a guy threw a dagger in his hand. The blade whistled through the air. Strange's ears twitched, and his whole body fell to the ground in an unsightly posture, almost perfectly dodging the dagger.
But what made him despair was that the skinny white man behind him pulled out a gun from his pocket. He faced him and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out at almost the speed of sound, and in less than a second, it would penetrate his body. At this moment, Strange felt that everything around him had quieted down. Even the speed of the bullet had decreased by a lot.
At the very least, it could be seen with his eyes. Everything around him, the entire world, was silent at this moment, yet it was also incomparably noisy, just like the bullet time ability in movies. In Strange's eyes, this second was at least three times full, giving him the time to hurriedly dodge.
"Poof!"
The bullet cut through his skin, splashing blood, but he miraculously dodged the fatal bullet. Yes, Strange was not a complete normal person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to achieve a 100% success rate in such a difficult spinal fusion surgery.
But perhaps he didn't know how special his innate ability was.
"Bang!"
A figure jumped down from the roof. He glanced at Strange, then turned his head to look at the criminals who were rushing over. He waved his hand, signaling them to attack. Under the black hood, his eyes flashed with a trace of savagery.
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