The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The Holy of Holies is still busy today. Strange finished his day's work, but he is still talking with clients on his mobile phone.

He was walking out while making a phone call, and just opened the door of his office when he saw Schiller outside the door who was about to knock in. Strange looked him up and down, and hurriedly said to the other end of the phone: After a few words, I hung up the phone.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Strange asked.

But he saw that Schiller took a few steps back and looked him up and down. The indifferent and focused gaze made Strange break out in a cold sweat.

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

"You don't seem like someone who can notice this problem right away." Schiller's tone was very slow, and the initial and final sounds of each word were clearly pronounced, without a bit of fast-paced fuss, as slow as just now. Press the play button on the record player.

Strange was taken aback for a moment, he felt as if he had been scolded, but he couldn't be sure, he turned his head to the side and coughed twice and said, "No matter which Schiller you are, what do you want me to do?"

"I heard you run a magic school, can I visit it?"

"Kama Taj?" Strange frowned, and asked with some doubts: "Aren't you not very interested in that? Master Ancient One invited you to visit our construction results several times and you didn't go, saying Delay your money."

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

"Well, it's not impossible, are you going now? Or wait until I'm done..."

"Right now."

Strange took a step back. This Schiller's temperament really made him a little shy. In order to ease the serious atmosphere, he had to open the portal while looking at Schiller and saying.

"I didn't expect a dark suit to suit you. Why haven't I seen you wearing it before?"

"It's just that you didn't see it."

Schiller's answer was concise and to the point, as if he didn't want to start any topic for chatting at all. After the portal opened, Strange led him into the portal, and after landing, he came to the main hall of Kama Taj.

Strange saw Schiller looking left and right, but only his head moved, his neck and shoulders remained motionless, appearing very cautious, 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 to his destination by now, but the Schiller in black suit in front of him seemed to be very leisurely and elegant, and most importantly, he looked very free.

Strange never thought that Schiller would be free. Schiller usually only had two states, either he was busy with one thing or another. If he seemed to be busy with nothing, it would prove that other people would be busy soon. I have to be busy.

Schiller walked slowly to the pillars supporting the Karma Taj Hall, and carefully observed the patterns on it. Strange stood behind him and stomped his feet, and couldn't help asking: "Well, what are we doing now? Are you going to school?"

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

Strange strode towards the exit of the hall, followed by Schiller. Two figures in suits walked in the magic temple. This scene was so strange.

Soon, the two of them came to the Karma Taj Academy of Magic. This is an academy built inside Karma Taj. It only occupies one building, but there is magic that expands the space inside. There are eleven floors in total, and the students have More than 200 people were divided into ten groups, each group ranging from 25 to [-] people.

The vast majority of them are the disciples that Kama Taj has found around the world, mostly between seven and 12 years old, and there are also some adopted orphans, between three and five years old, usually the former will become magicians, and the latter will become magicians if It is true that he has no magical talent, so he will go to the village at the foot of Kama Taj Mountain to find a job when he grows up, and occasionally come up to the mountain to help with work.

"This model has been passed down for thousands of years." Strange introduced: "Magic is an education that belongs to geniuses. If we carry out universal education like ordinary people, it will not only waste resources, but also destroy ordinary people. life, so even if we build larger schools, there are only a very limited number of students.”

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

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

"We have special mages 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 magic tools to detect this kind of people. Traces in the soul."

"The vast majority of people who have access to magic before the age of seven are very inspired and relatively focused. They are good seedlings of mages. We will try our best to convince them, and then take them up the mountain and let them participate in the development of the earth." Magic defense work is coming."

Schiller nodded, this time more vigorously than last time, obviously agreeing with this method, and then he asked: "So you brought the students here one-on-one?"

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

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

"Mages can open the portal under any circumstances." Strange shrugged his shoulders, and said in a firm tone, "This is the housekeeping skill of human mages...well, I have indeed encountered that kind of magic weapon. In the case of responding but no one can be found, we will choose to send him a letter with the magic of finding people..."

"Do you know this kind of people-finding magic?"

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

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

"Of course it's magic for combat." Strange pushed open a classroom door and said, "Big fists are the last word. You can't make them obediently sign contracts that are beneficial to any demon gods before you fight with them." Your contract, so we mainly teach them to fight."

Schiller nodded more vigorously, looking very satisfied, then he stood by 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 Gu Yi. As the Supreme Master, I am already very busy. I don't have time to take care of school affairs, but I will come back to teach them occasionally."

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

"Uh, some common sense about demon gods and the skills of dealing with them." Strange's tone was a little guilty, but he still explained: "After all, we have to sit down and talk after the fight. Negotiation skills are essential."

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

"I sometimes lead meditation classes." Strange didn't seem to care about this, he put one hand on the podium and said, "You know, I'm a surgeon, and most of the achievements I've made in the surgical field are It comes from my focus."

"Concentration is also very important in magic. I will teach students some calm, focused and sublimated skills. Although this mainly depends on their accumulated practice, some skills in the novice period can help them enter the state faster."

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

"Not very good at it, but I have dabbled in it." Strange tapped the podium with his fingertips, and then he turned his head to look at Schiller on the other side of the podium and said, "You are not here to visit the school." ?"

"It's a good school," Schiller replied, and he gave Strange the same look that sent chills down his back.

After a full half a minute, Schiller looked away and said, "During the time you went to the kingdom of death, the sanctuary and Karma Taj were working well, right?"

"Well, nothing major happened, but why are you asking that?"

"It's nothing. Are you free to come to the Arkham Sanatorium tonight? I have something to talk to you about."

"Is there anything we can't talk about now?"

"You'll know then."

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

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

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

"What is this?" Strange took a few steps forward curiously, stood on 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 behind him, and at some point a black umbrella appeared in his hand.

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

"As you can see, it's a trap."

"This is a trap..."

"Swoosh-bang!"

Swinging the black umbrella vigorously, he slammed his hand hard on the back of Strange's head. In an instant, he lost his center of gravity and fell into the big hole in front of him waving his hands.

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

And Strange, who fell down the big hole, could only feel that he kept 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 concentration far surpassed that of ordinary people concentrated his mind, his feet fell to the ground, and then he found that he could not control his body and could not wake up.

His vision, hearing, and sense of smell were gradually recovering, and it seemed like a few years later. When Strange fully regained consciousness again, he saw a strange ceiling, and then a figure approached.

His vision blurred for a moment, and he gradually focused. A blue-eyed, black-haired young man appeared in Strange's field of vision. explain.

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

Strange blinked vigorously, struggling to get up from the ground, when suddenly the tip of a black umbrella touched his chest, making him lie on the ground again.

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

Strange took a deep breath and shouted, "Schiller! Why are you so vengeful! Where did you get me?!"

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

"This is Gotham... welcome to Gotham."

Great!