Shortly after Laura left, a black mage entered with a long-faced, bearded man who looked like a vagabond.

If Laura had been here, she would have recognized the homeless creature as Strange with a curly face, and the black man who ushered him in was Mage Mordo.

"King, this guy is new here, you register him,"

Unlike Strange, who looked around and was too curious about anything along the way, Mordo seemed a little preoccupied.

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

Lao Wang, who was sorting out the classics, turned around as he spoke, and looked the man behind Mo Du up and down with puzzled eyes.

Messy hair, obviously ungroomed beard, tattered clothes, trembling hands, and a long face that the exuberant hair couldn't hide.

This image, no matter how you look at it, does not look like the mage apprentices who were carefully selected by the various branches in previous years, and from the outside, they look at least energetic.

"Hmm... When I went shopping, I came across it, and it was a bit of fate, so I brought it back. By the way, why did you put on your glasses? ”

Mordo was a little indifferent to the topic of Strange, but it was the big black-rimmed glasses on Wang's nose that caught his interest.

"This, someone else gave it, it seems that after bringing it, it looks a lot clearer."

Lao Wang replied casually as he looked at Strange again.

The reason is naturally because of the sentence "a little fate" in Mordo's mouth.

As the mainstay of the defense against the enemies of the wizarding world, Kama Taj's apprenticeship selection system is extremely strict, generally requiring good physical fitness and good mental state.

After all, unlike mages like Oro the Storm Girl, who rely on their own bloodlines and abilities, their Kama Taj mages rely on borrowing the power of the major demon gods, and whether it is borrowing power from the god of white magic or from the god of black arts, Sithorne, there is a certain price to pay.

With the exception of the Supreme Mage Ancient One and a few high-ranking mages including Wang and Mordo, most of the Kama Taj mages use their own bodies to bear the cost of casting spells, so a healthy body is a must for almost everyone.

And the guy in front of him who was "a little fateful" had scars and trembling on his hands, and his whole mental condition looked like a patient who was in the process of withdrawal reaction, which obviously did not meet their criteria for selecting an apprentice.

However, since Mo Du mentioned the word "fate", it means that this guy is actually a relation, and it is very likely that Mo Du can personally pick up people, and it is very likely that he is a mage apprentice appointed by the ancient one.

"Name."

After a long silence, Lao Wang spoke.

Strange, who was looking around, apparently didn't realize he was talking to him, and it wasn't until Wang knocked on the table that he caught the guy's attention.

"That big face, your name!"

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

Looking at Strange, who was acting in a panic, Lao Wang's brows were about to wrinkle together.

How did such an unstable guy, with a disability on his hands, and his physical and mental state not looking very good, be favored by the Supreme Mage?

"Stephen Strange? It's a strange name, it's registered, you take him to arrange a place to stay, I'll have to check these books. ”

"Okay, I'm tired."

Mordo nodded at the old king, and left with Strange.

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

If what Laura said is true, then the new apprentice has come at a bad time, and we can only hope that he will have the life to survive this crisis.

Strange, confused, was led by Mordo to an antique house.

What he saw and heard along the way simply subverted his worldview, especially the scene where a large number of people practiced martial arts in the platform square, and Strange now seriously doubted that he had come to the territory of the mage. Shouldn't a mage be holding a wand to cast spells like in film and television works, and usually practice fireball and fire explosion or something? Why do these people look like they are comparing one move at a time like in an Oriental martial arts movie?

"This is where you'll be staying for the next few months, the bathroom is right next to it, the bed and quilt are ready-made, clean up, take a shower, you smell like a dead rat in a stinking gutter."

Mordo introduced Strange into the room and handed him a note, and then prepared to leave, firstly because Strange didn't smell good, and secondly, he found that many apprentices had signs of falling injuries on the way, so Mordo was ready to ask what was going on.

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

“Shamba？ What is this? Any introductory mantra I'm going to chant? ”

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

Coupled with the fact that his current place is a gathering place for mages in the foothills of the Himalayas, Strange inevitably begins to think divergently about the word.

"Shamba is our WiFi password here."

Mordo turned his head as he spoke, just in time to meet Strange's stunned gaze.

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

"What's that look on your face? Is it weird to have WiFi? We are not barbarians. ”

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

After a long time, Strange finally came to his senses and sat down on the edge of the bed, took out his mobile phone and opened the WN settings, found a hotspot with the name "", typed "Shamba" and clicked to connect.

The phone was quickly connected to the Internet, and two chat windows popped up.

Strange clicked open with trembling fingers and looked:

One is the dozens of messages sent by Christine, which are roughly to comfort him not to be sad, not to be discouraged, and how he is doing recently, where are people, and whether he needs help.

The second was an email from the biopharmaceutical division of the Crawford Group, signed Maya Hansen.

Strange immediately came to his senses, and with excitement, clicked on the email with a trembling hand.

Unfortunately, his hopes were soon 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 tissues had been shaped, it was finally determined that the repair agents did not have the desired recovery effect for Strange.