Chapter 1646 No Time to Die (Part 9)

The Sanctum Sanctorum was still busy today. Strange finished his day's work, but he was still talking to clients on his phone.

He walked out while talking on the phone. As soon as he opened the door of his office, he saw Schiller who was about to knock on the door. Strange looked him up and down, said a few words to the other end of the phone in a hurry, and then hung up the phone.

"What's wrong? Is there anything?" Strange asked.

But he saw that Schiller took a few steps back and looked him up and down. The cold and focused look made Strange sweat.

"You are not a doctor, who are you?"

"You don't look like someone who can notice this problem immediately." Schiller's tone was very slow, and the first and last sounds of each word were very clear, without any fast-paced rush, as slow as a record player that just pressed the play button.

Strange was stunned. He felt like he was being scolded, but he was not sure. He turned his head to one side and coughed twice and said, "No matter which Schiller you are, what do you want to see me for?"

"I heard that you opened a magic school. Can I visit it?"

"Kama-Taj?" Strange frowned and asked in confusion, "Aren't you not very interested in it? Master Gu Yi invited you to visit our construction results several times, but you didn't go, saying that it would delay your making money."

"I changed my mind." Schiller said in a steady tone, without any unnaturalness or embarrassment.

"Well, it's not impossible. Do you want to go now? Or wait until I'm done..."

"Right now."

Strange took a step back. The temperament of this Schiller really made him retreat. In order to ease the serious atmosphere, he had to open the portal while looking at Schiller and said.

"I didn't expect that dark suits suit you well. Why haven't I seen you wearing them before?"

"You just didn't see it."

Schiller's answer was brief and to the point, as if he didn't want to start any small talk. After the portal opened, Strange led him into the portal, and after landing, they came to the main hall of Kamar-Taj.

Strange saw Schiller looking around, but only his head moved, his neck and shoulders remained motionless, looking very cautious, and yet with a kind of steady elegance.

He knew that if it was the original doctor, he might have rushed out of the hall and headed straight for the destination, but the Schiller in front of him in a black suit seemed to be very leisurely and elegant, and most importantly, he looked very free.

Strange never thought that Schiller would be free. Schiller usually had only two states, either busy with this or busy with that. If he didn't seem to be busy with anything, it proved that others would be busy soon.

Schiller walked slowly to the pillars supporting the Kamar-Taj Hall and carefully observed the patterns on them. Strange stood behind him and stamped his feet. He couldn't help but ask, "Well, are we going to school now?"

"Lead the way." Schiller nodded at him and said.

Strange strode to the exit of the hall, followed by Schiller. Two figures in suits strolled in the magic temple. This scene was strange no matter how you looked at it.

Soon, the two of them came to the Kamar-Taj School of Magic, which was an academy built inside Kamar-Taj. It only occupied one building, but there was space expansion magic inside. There were eleven floors in total, and more than two hundred students were divided into ten groups, with eighteen to twenty-five people in each group.

Most of them are disciples that Kamar-Taj has found all over the world, aged between seven and twelve, and some are adopted orphans aged between three and five. Usually the former will become magicians, and if the latter do not have magical talent, they will go to the village at the foot of Kamar-Taj to find a job after they become adults, and occasionally come up the mountain to help with work.

"This model has been passed down for thousands of years." Strange introduced: "Magic is an education for geniuses. If we carry out universal education like ordinary people, it will not only be a waste of resources, but also destroy the lives of ordinary people. Therefore, even if we build a larger school, we will only recruit a very limited number of students."

Schiller nodded, indicating that he understood, and then he asked: "What if there are many geniuses?"

"The number is usually constant." Strange and Schiller walked into the teaching building and said: "The number of geniuses who can become magicians in each generation is certain. Except for a very small number of people who do not want to practice magic at all, most of them will learn about the existence of magic at the right age. If they don't learn about it, it means they are not suitable."

"We have special wizards who search for similar geniuses all over the world. We usually use the soul trace detection method. As long as a person has been exposed to magic, the energy will definitely leave traces on the soul. We have special instruments to detect the traces in the soul of such people."

"Most people who can be exposed to magic before the age of seven have very high inspiration and are relatively focused. They are good seedlings for wizards. We will try our best to persuade them, and then bring them to the mountain to let them participate in the magic defense of the earth."

Schiller nodded, this time with more force than last time, obviously in favor of this method, and then he asked: "So you bring students here one by one?"

"Yes, because we have a portal, so it's very simple, go to the designated location, use the magic weapon to find the target, open the portal and send it back."

"Then what if there is no portal? I mean, what if there is a place where the portal is not convenient to open?"

"The wizard can open the portal in any situation." Strange shrugged, and said in a very firm tone: "This is the specialty of human wizards... Well, we have indeed encountered the situation where the magic weapon reacts but can't find the person, we will choose to use the search magic for him Send a letter..."

"Do you know this kind of magic to find people?"

"Of course, this is not a very difficult magic, it can even be said to be very simple."

"So what do students learn here? What is the difficult magic you mentioned?"

"Of course it is magic used for fighting." Strange pushed open the door of a classroom and said, "The bigger the fist, the harder the truth. You can't make them sign a contract that is beneficial to you before fighting any demons, so we mainly teach them to fight."

Schiller nodded more vigorously, looking very satisfied, then he stood beside the podium in the empty classroom and looked at Strange and said, "Are you the principal of this school?"

"Of course not, the principal is Master Ancient One , I am already very busy as the Supreme Sorcerer. I don't have time to take care of the school, but I will come back to teach them occasionally. "

Schiller raised his eyebrows with some interest and asked, "What do you teach?"

"Well, some common sense about demons and skills to deal with them." Strange's tone was a little guilty, but he still explained, "After all, we always have to sit down and talk after the fight, and negotiation skills are indispensable."

Schiller seemed a little disappointed and asked, "Is there nothing else?"

"I sometimes teach meditation classes." Strange didn't seem to care about this. He put one hand on the podium and said, "You know, I am a surgeon, and most of my achievements in the field of surgery are It comes from my concentration. "

"Concentration is also very important in magic. I will teach students some skills to calm down and concentrate. Although this mainly depends on their daily training, some skills in the novice period can help them get into the state faster. "

Schiller nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What about zoology and botany in magic?"

"I'm not good at it, but I have some knowledge of it." Strange's fingertips tapped the podium lightly, and then he turned his head to look at Schiller on the other side of the podium and said, "Aren't you here to visit the school?"

"The school is good." Schiller replied, and then he stared at him with a look that made Strange's back cold.

Schiller looked away for a full half minute and said, "During the time when you went to the Kingdom of the Dead, the Sanctum Sanctorum and Kamar-Taj were running well, right?"

"I guess so. There was no big trouble, but why are you asking this?"

"Nothing. Are you free to come to Arkham Sanatorium tonight? I have something to talk to you about."

"What can't we talk about now?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

Looking at Schiller's back, Strange was a little puzzled, but at night, he still came to Arkham Sanatorium, mainly because he was a little curious about what Schiller wanted to talk to him about.

As soon as he arrived at Schiller's office, Strange saw a big black hole in the middle of the originally smooth and tidy floor.

This hole occupied about one-third of the floor. The interior was not completely black, but more like a starry sky, with dark blue as the background, and there were faint light spots in between.

"What is this?" Strange walked forward a few steps with some curiosity, stood at the edge of the hole and looked down.

He was so focused on observing that he didn't notice that Schiller had walked from his side to his back, and that a black umbrella appeared in his hand.

Schiller slowly turned the umbrella in his hand, pinched the umbrella with both hands, and pointed the handle of the umbrella downward like playing golf.

"As you can see, this is a trap."

"This is a trap..."

"Swoosh-bang!"

The black umbrella swung hard and hit the back of Strange's head hard. In an instant, he lost his center of gravity and fell into the big hole in front of him with his hands open.

Schiller stood sideways at the edge of the hole, turned his head and glanced down, and the figure of Annihilation appeared beside him. Annihilation sighed, looking very tired, and looked at Schiller and said: "I tried my best. No matter what, don't bother me again!"

Strange, who fell into the big hole, only felt that he was falling in the endless void until the sense of time and space completely disappeared. After an unknown amount of time, he keenly felt that he had broken through some kind of barrier.

He tried to concentrate, and the moment his mind was focused by his extraordinary concentration, his feet landed on the ground, and then he found that he could not control his body, nor could he wake up.

His vision, hearing, and smell were gradually recovering, and it seemed like a few years had passed. When Strange regained consciousness again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and then a figure approaching.

His vision was dazed for a moment, and gradually focused. A young man with blue eyes and black hair appeared in Strange's field of vision. He looked at Strange with a look that was almost the same as Schiller's, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice.

"... Is this the new magic professor?"

Strange blinked hard and struggled to get up from the ground. Suddenly, the tip of a black umbrella pressed against his chest, making him lie on the ground again.

Schiller half-knelt down slowly, tilted his head to look at Strange, his eyes first fell on his arm, then turned to his face, Schiller said: "Self-harm, huh?"

Strange took a deep breath and roared: "Schiller! Do you really have to bear a grudge? Where did you get me?!!"

Schiller stood up slowly again holding the umbrella, still looking down at Strange with that slightly cold look, then he slightly opened his arms and said.

"This is Gotham... Welcome to Gotham."

Great!