Chapter 186 Strange's Happy Life (Part 2)

Schiller sat in his office, flipping through reports while dialing a number on his cell phone. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear. The phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up. There was a series of explosions on the other end, then a sound like 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 yet?"

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

He pulled off the silk ribbon wrapped around his face, looked at the person on the other end 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: "Forgot?! You have forgotten four times this week! The three medical records I asked for yesterday, you just said you forgot, I gave you so much salary, can you..."

Just when Strange was about to explain, the silk ribbon flying in the air slapped his face again, making him scream, and the wizard king on the other side said: "You have to concentrate, otherwise the magic power will not listen to your orders."

"I want to concentrate too!" Strange shouted, he said to the person on the phone The head said: "There is nothing to see in the medical records of the patient in Room 2! Didn't I tell you yesterday? His symptoms are completely made up by him in order to seduce the female nurse named Fenna..."

Strange dodged to the left, holding the phone and said quickly: "I have some trouble here, oh, damn it! Dodge..."

As he said, he bent down again to avoid the silk ribbon that swept over, then changed the phone to another hand, and used the free right hand to cover his face, saying: "I will give you the two medical records when I go back tonight, I have to..."

As he said, he swung his arm fiercely and finally caught the flying silk ribbon. He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "... Solve some troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silk ribbon in his hand "whooshed" out of his palm, circled the chandelier, and then took off with a catapult, dragging the chandelier and smashing it towards Strange.

Strange screamed and flew backwards holding his head. When the phone fell to the ground, Schiller's threatening voice came from it: "Listen, I don't care how bad your study in the interest class is, you have to complete the work on time, otherwise 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 drop out of school now, okay?"

He lay on the ground and said with despair: "This thing is not something that people can learn at all. How can I explain it to a ribbon and make it listen to me?"

The wizard king opposite still said calmly: "The power of magic lies in belief, you must learn to persist."

The next afternoon, Strange was writing something, and Schiller walked in from outside with a cup of coffee and said: "You have been in class for a week, how are you learning?"

S Strange said nothing, but sighed deeply. He looked up and looked Schiller up and down several times. Schiller looked at himself and said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"You can do magic, right? Can I ask how long you have been learning?"

"Who told you that I was doing magic?" Schiller asked back. He saw Strange staring at him. Schiller said, "I am a mutant. This ability is innate and I don't need to learn it."

Strange's eyes widened. He was shocked and angry and said, "Then 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 an ordinary person and a mutant. Anyway, the two parties cannot confess to each other.

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

"Can you believe it? I have been fighting with a floating ribbon this week!"

Strange was so angry that he laughed. He said, "I am really grateful to that damn ribbon. It makes me feel that the patients here are actually easy to deal with!"

"Ribbon?" Schiller said a little puzzled, "Didn't they teach you to draw circles or something like that?"

"Draw a circle? What is that?"

"It's a magic portal."

Strange sneered and said, "I don't know how long it will take. I am now being beaten unilaterally by that ribbon. Let alone controlling it, I can't even catch it. It's difficult."

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

"Why?"

"So that you can throw the completed medical records directly to me through the portal."

Strange rolled his eyes, and then said: "The fat wizard said that the Supreme Sorcerer thought I was very talented. It's really damned. I don't know what kind of talent is needed to fight with a ribbon..."

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

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

"So you plan to waste time with it like this? With a ribbon?"

"What else can I do? Wang told me that all beginner wizards who want to practice concentration must go through this level."

Strange continued to pick up the pen and began to write, saying as he wrote: "According to him, magic is not created out of thin air, but with the help of some higher-level power, so every wizard apprentice must first practice control when he gets started, so as not to lose control of the borrowed power."

"What is the principle of that silk ribbon?"

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

"In fact, I have been thinking that since this ability can be learned, it proves that it is no different from the medical knowledge I learned before, and it should be possible to summarize, summarize and refine it..."

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

Gu Yi is also very accurate in judging people. Strange's talent lies in his excellent learning ability and high acceptance of magic. He quickly accepted his identity as a magic apprentice and planned to make progress in his magic career.

Schiller propped his chin with his hand and said, "In that case, have you ever considered a more convenient way?"

"A more convenient way? What do you mean?"

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

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

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

"For example?"

"For example, this." Schiller took out a blue gun from the drawer.

The next day, the fat wizard king stood aside, watching Strange roll up his sleeves, holding a strange-looking blue pistol in one hand, and slowly said to a ribbon that was frozen into an ice stick: "Listen, if you are still so irritable, it is not worth the price at all..."

Seeing Strange like a gangster collecting protection fees, the wizard king was speechless. He began to dissuade him: "Stephen, the concentration of a wizard is very important. You can't do this..."

Before he finished speaking, Ancient One appeared behind him. Ancient One's tone was quite light, even a little surprised. She said: "It seems that he is more talented than I thought."

The king widened his eyes, and Ancient One touched his chin and said: "I was worried that his temper was a little too good, which might cause Kamar-Taj and the earth to suffer, but now it seems that it is not bad."

The king stared at the Supreme Sorcerer, and Ancient One smiled and said: "Concentration is indeed very important, faith It is also very important, but that is all later. Before you can control magic, you have to get magic first. This is the true meaning of magic. "

After watching Strange play shooting games with the freezing gun and the ribbon for several hours, Gu Yi was more satisfied. She said: "It seems that he has good patience. Sometimes it is like this. Some stingy people are very difficult to deal with. If you don't have enough patience, it is difficult to make them take the bait."

When the ribbon finally compromised and the two parties began to negotiate, Gu Yi felt that she had not made a mistake. She said: "Obviously, he is experienced. Whether it is a moderate price increase or a retreat, he is very skilled..."

Indeed, Strange's social activities during this period were not in vain. He dealt with big figures from all over the world every day, talked and laughed with them on various occasions, and reached some deals without making a sound. Even when Stark negotiated with other major forces, he was present.

The major mysterious forces in the universe have different personalities. Most of them are evil, but evil is evil. When it comes to intrigue, it ultimately depends on humans.

As a person who has participated in the top-level human negotiation, Strange has never eaten pork, but has only seen pigs run, which is enough for him to deal with this kind of primary scene.

The king next to him sighed. He always felt that the style of the next Supreme Sorcerer would definitely go off the track.

After subduing the running novice ribbon with the freezing gun, Strange's way of thinking changed. He suddenly realized that magic is not superior to technology, but just two different routes.

There are some intersections between these two routes. For example, the freezing gun and freezing magic can freeze an object, but sometimes they restrain or complement each other. For example, the freezing gun can subdue the disobedient ribbon, and the freezing magic can replenish the energy of the freezing gun and the freezing generator out of thin air.

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

In the laboratory of Stark Building, Stark looked Strange up and down and said sarcastically: "Guess what is the most unwelcome profession in my laboratory?"

Strange didn't care at all. He waved his hand and a ribbon flew out directly, circling Stark and almost making him fall.

"Shit, what is this?" Stark turned his head and looked at the ribbon running around on the ceiling.

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

"Haha." Stark gave him a fake smile, then stretched out his hand, and a mecha instantly covered his whole body. The movement was so fast that Strange didn't react. A fist stopped between his eyes, and Stark's voice came from the mecha:

"See? This is my fist."

Strange flicked his wrist, turned his head away, and said, "Listen, I have a plan. The thing is, a man who calls himself the Supreme Sorcerer came to me and asked me to learn magic from him, but I found that magic is actually..."

Half an hour later, the two stood in front of the experimental table. Stark crossed his arms and said, "You mean, "You plan to let me use the power of magic to transform the mecha, and then in turn create a mecha that restrains magic, so that I can borrow more magic?"

"It's equivalent to..." Stark put his hand on his philtrum, touched his nose with his index finger and said, "If I understand correctly, you plan to borrow money from others, and then use the money to buy a gun, and finally point the gun at the creditor to force him to lend you more money?"

"Let's not talk about whether it works on the technical level, aren't you a bit unethical?"

"So it works on the technical level?"

Stark turned around, flipped through a stack of information from the side and said, "It's actually very strange, the power of this ribbon It 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..."

Stark frowned and thought for a while and said, "According to your theory, this power is borrowed from others. Since he can project the power on a ribbon, can he also project it on my mecha?"

Strange shrugged and said, "In theory, it is possible, but this 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 stared at Strange, and Strange stared at him. After a while, Strange said, "Well, actually I use a freezing gun..."

"Use technology to subdue magic, and then use magic to transform technology?" Stark touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "You said, I set a trap, that is, let him project his power on my mecha, and then refuse to pay back the money, and keep the power for yourself, how about it?"

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

The two looked at each other, and Stark looked at Strange and said disdainfully, "You are too wicked."

"Then will you do it?"

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