the end of the heavens

Russell nodded: "Here are a few things for you. They are the relics of Master Ancient One. As his disciple, you should inherit these props."

Master leads the door to practice on the individual, everyone has their own path, Russell will not interfere with Strange's choice, after all...

That's something Gu Yi should worry about.

In fact, in Russell's view, there was nothing wrong with Strange's choice.

The magic in the Marvel world is mainly divided into white magic and black magic, which are created by countless mages or demon gods. After registering a trademark, it spreads in the world, and latecomers pay a certain copyright fee to borrow and display it.

In other words, casting magic requires a price, and if you don't pay any benefits, your eyes will see and your brain will learn, but your hands and feet will still not be able to perform it.

But magic manifests in reality, and it will be manifested in the form of superpowers, such as illusion, flight, defense, teleportation, etc., which are very different from the magic imagined by ordinary people.

Whether it is directly used for attack and defense, or buffs such as halo curse, casting magic requires a price. For latecomers, this is no longer called magic, but paying to buy power.

Strange's use of magic props shows that he has seen through the essence of magic and has a strong desire to survive, which is a good thing.

"Supreme Master, can you tell me what it is?"

Strange raised his eyebrows, if it wasn't something he was interested in, he would rather go back and read.

"Things are placed on the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion. It used to be the site of the ancient one, but now it is my site. You look through the utility room. If there are any magic books or props that respond to you, that's it."

Strange: "..."

As a mature Karma Taj sorcerer, he didn't hear a word of what he shouldn't hear. He only knew that there were magic books and props left by Gu Yi on the third floor.

Strange left in a hurry, and successfully entered the private domain of the supreme mages of all ages because of the authorization.

Pushing open the door, there is a huge bust of Russell hanging on the opposite wall.

Even though it was a sketch, Strange actually saw artistic processing techniques such as polishing, skin smoothing, face thinning, and big eyes on it. His heart was shocked and he didn't recover for a long time.

"Calm down, the king said that the supreme mages are like this..."

Strange took two deep breaths, and began to search for the so-called utility room in the house. After a while, he found the second portrait, the ancient one mage of the white bearded old man.

It has also undergone artistic processing, but this portrait has been processed by someone who has added indescribable secondary processing such as wrinkles, smoking poop, and bastards with a marker.

Strange silently put away the palm-sized portrait. He didn't see anything, and he didn't know the dirty things between the two generations of supreme mages.

Finally, he dug out a few cardboard boxes in the storage room that was suspected of remodeling the bathroom.

"Hey, this wand looks very old, it should be a good magic item."

"The suspension cloak, I like it, but... the red cloak, isn't it too ostentatious?"

"The magic book collected by Mage Ancient One, and the notes..."

"..."

"The Ax of Angalomus and the Dragon Tooth Sword are so ferocious. The Ancient One Mage also used them to fight?"

"This is... the eye of Agamotto? Could it be that the owner of this magic weapon is Agamotto, one of the Trinity Visandi, the legendary sorcerer who was the first to understand the mysteries of the universe?"

"..."

"The orb of Agamotto! The prophecy crystal ball has the ability to peek into the future... it was sealed, who did it?"

"..."

It took Strange a total of two hours to sort out a series of precious magic props and books, and at the same time he felt that he was worthy of being a supreme mage.

The collections of the first generation of supreme mages are very precious, and ordinary mages can't collect one or two even if they spend their entire lives.

The second generation of supreme mages is even more powerful, because they are simply displeased with the previous generation, and abandon their precious collections, just find a few broken boxes and throw them in the corner, and it's over.

"Uh, do I know too much?"

Strange took a peek at the portrait on the wall, put the Eye of Agamotto around his neck, and used the levitation cloak to support the rest of the boxes, and carried them back to his lair.

……

On the other side, Russell watched as Strange dragged the treasure into the door for retreat, went to the main hall as usual, and put three sticks of incense on Gu Yi's black and white photo.

Some rules and etiquette can be omitted, and some cannot.

For example, when offering incense, the dead are the most important, so there should be no slack in the slightest!

So as long as he is in Karma Taj, he must burn incense three times a day to express his respect for Master Gu Yi.

"Master Ancient One, according to your last wish, Strange has made clear arrangements for him."

"Time is a bit tight, but it doesn't matter, I still have a quick solution, so I won't gossip, you don't need to miss it, go at ease!"

After burning three sticks of incense, Russell hummed a little tune and left, entered the dark dimension, and started to arrange his own plan to throw the pot away.

First of all, he needs a villain and a boy.

Erwuzi has Casillas playing the role in his true colors, with zero pay and on call, so the problem is not very big.

The key is the villain...

There are a lot of roles in the play, and Russell really wants to be a guest star, but he has self-knowledge, playing the villain lacks core temperament, and no matter how he acts, he gives people a sense of undercover justice that has entered the villain's camp.

So, he would just ruin the script by being the villain.

Uld walked into the dark temple, bowed and said, "My lord, what are your orders?"

"It's just in time, I'm missing you..."

Russell's eyes lit up, and he looked Ould up and down a few times. Seeing that the latter was extremely insecure, he handed over a stack of A4 papers: "Here, your script, remember to memorize the lines."

Uld was in a daze, not knowing what kind of muscle his boss had...

Cough!

She took the script with a serious face, and when she saw the shameful lines between the lines, she was in a bad mood.

"This, this is...my lord, is there something wrong?"

"That's right, you play the villain!"

Uld: "..."

I play the villain, so what does the villain play?

Chapter 942 A Senior Who Repeatedly Jumps Horizontally