A certain sword soul's infinite journey

"..."

Strange opened his mouth, and just when he was about to answer 'Supreme Mage', he suddenly remembered that Ancient One was dead, and as the new Supreme Mage, he had not yet reached the height of Ancient One. The ignorant Strange didn't know if there was a mage stronger than himself.

So, he had no choice but to honestly say that he didn't know.

Sol chuckled, and said unsurprisingly: "Her name is Gu Yi, a supreme mage who is famous in the nine worlds. Speaking of which, you are Midgards—little mage, don't you even know the name of the supreme mage?" Haven't heard of it?"

"I've heard of it." Strange nodded and said seriously, "I am the Supreme Mage."

"Back then, I followed my father to Midgard, in Hima... Eh? What did you say?!"

Sol suddenly reacted, his eyes widened, and he stared at Strange opposite him in astonishment.

"I said, I am the supreme mage." Strange said it again with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Sol looked at Strange with disbelief and said, "Just you? You're lying, I really think I've never seen the Supreme Sorcerer? She's obviously a woman, and she has a bald head!"

"Cough cough!"

Strange coughed twice quickly, apologized to the late Gu Yi in his heart, and then explained with a serious expression: "Prince, you are talking about my teacher, the previous supreme mage Gu Yi, now, Gu Yi The mage has passed away, and the current supreme mage is me, Stephen Strange, you can also call me Doctor Strange directly."

"The supreme mage... is dead?"

Sol frowned tightly, his heart shaking violently like an earthquake.

Strange looked at Sol quietly, and after he had digested the news, he continued: "The master passed away not long ago, and after some time, Asgard should have gotten the news."

"Oh, is that so? Father and the others already know about it?"

Thor came back to his senses, temporarily suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked at Strange and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, s...uh, Doctor Strange, I accidentally brought up your sadness."

"It doesn't matter." Strange shook his head and said calmly, "For mages, death is just another beginning..."

Sol got a headache when he heard such mysterious remarks, and quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this—by the way, what were you watching just now?"

"A group of alien gods."

Strange turned his head, looked at the backs of Diana and Clark and said

Sol raised his eyebrows, and said with interest: "Exotic gods?"

"That's right, and it's quite a powerful foreign god." Strange looked at Sol and said with a slight smile, "How about it, Your Highness, after the wedding, would you like to come with me to say hello?"

"I wish for it!" Saul laughed, and agreed without hesitation.

At this moment, a shadow enveloped the table. Strange and Solziqi turned their heads and found an old man with a white beard in a white robe and holding a staff standing beside him, smiling slightly into their eyes.

"Excuse me, is this table 221B?"

"Yes." Strange nodded, and then asked in confusion, "You are?"

"Great!" The old man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief, then stuffed the two-meter-long battle staff into his sleeve robe, then sat down, looked at Strange whose mouth was twitching and smiled, "Call me Baipao Gan Dofu is fine! If I guess correctly, you should be the supreme mage Lin Yi mentioned, right?"

"Well, I am indeed the supreme mage, but I think it is not me that Your Excellency the Juggernaut mentioned to you."

Gandalf was slightly taken aback: "Who is that?"

Strange sighed: "It's the previous Supreme Mage—unfortunately, not long before the wedding ceremony, the previous Supreme Mage abandoned his body and wandered away..."

"Really?" said Gandalf with a face full of regret. "What a pity, if only I had come a few days sooner!"

Strange couldn't help asking, "Are you a mage too?"

Gandalf stroked his gray beard with a smile, and said with a light smile, "Hehe, I'm not talented, and I barely have the title of a white-robed wizard in Middle-earth..."

"White robe wizard?"

Strange didn't know the gold content of this title, but someone knew it very well.

"Gandalf, I know you have been promoted to the White-robed Wizard, but there is no need to show off in front of this group of people. They don't know what the White-robed Wizard represents, not to mention, the title of Supreme Wizard is more powerful than the White-robed Wizard. too much!"

A clear voice came from not far away. Gandalf smiled on his old face. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a handsome elf in a suit and leather shoes striding forward. Followed by a few equally youthful teenagers and girls.

"Lord Seymour!"

Gandalf laughed and stood up, hugging the smiling Seymour tightly.

Seymour let go of Gandalf, turned to Strange and explained, "In Middle-earth, the white-robed wizard is the head of all wizards."

Strange's eyes lit up, and he said hastily, "I see, this needs to be discussed!"

Gandalf responded with a smile: "That's natural, as long as you don't give up, after the wedding, can I let the old man stay in your house for a few days?"

Strange agreed without hesitation: "No problem! The door of Karma Taj is open to you at any time, as long as you want, you can stay for as long as you want!"

Gandalf is very satisfied with Strange's attitude, and also looks forward to exchanging magic experience with Karma Taj.

Seymour stood aside and looked left and right, but he didn't find any old people except Gandalf.

Gandalf knew what he was looking for, so he sighed and said, "Don't look for it, Your Excellency Lin Yi only invited the old man."

Seymour sighed in disappointment: "So that's the case, I thought Little Leaf and the others would come too..."

Gandalf patted him on the shoulder, looked past Seymour's figure, and looked at the somewhat cautious boys and girls, and relieved them with a slight smile.

"Seymour, won't you introduce us?"

Chapter 883 Wedding

"Oh, almost forgot!"

Seymour quickly stepped aside and waved to the boys and girls behind him: "Come here!"

Hermione, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't wait. She took the lead and sat down next to Gandalf, extending her small hand towards Gandalf and Strange, the two masters of magic from different worlds.

"Hi, seniors! My name is Hermione Granger, and I am a seventh-year student who is about to graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft. It is a pleasure to meet you two at the wedding of Your Excellency the Juggernaut!"

Hermione introduced herself crisply, with a youthful smile on her palm-sized face set off by the thick curly hair.

Seeing this scene, the tall young man with flaming red hair pouted in the crowd, then sighed and sat upright beside Hermione.

"Ron Weasley, also a seventh year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"……Hello!"

After the initial surprise, Gandalf shook hands with Hermione and Ron with a smile, and then looked like a kind grandfather and looked at the shy boys and girls behind him.

"You are also students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Yes, Mr. Gandalf." Harry Potter smiled, "My name is Harry Potter, and I am a seventh-year student at Hogwarts. These two are Hannah Abbott, who are younger than us. First Class Luna Lovegood, nice to meet you all!"

"Hannah, Luna, they are all nice names, please sit down!"

Gandalf smiled and greeted the three boys and girls to sit around Hermione and Ron.

He has already seen that these three children are not really shy. The girl named Luna just has a quiet personality and a little erratic temperament. She should be the type who is not good at socializing.

As for the remaining two children, Hannah and Harry, who seemed to be more popular in school, the reason why they were a step behind Hermione and Ron should be to take care of Luna's feelings...

Well, they are all good children who have empathy and can empathize with others!

Gandalf stroked his gray beard with a smile, and made a conclusion for several people in his heart.

After chatting for a while, Hermione couldn't wait to exchange magic knowledge of different worlds with Gandalf, not knowing that this kind and gentle old mage grandfather in her eyes had already figured out their characters in a few words.

Strange also reacted, looking at the joyful communication atmosphere in front of him with a strange expression.

But soon, he became interested in the magic knowledge of the two different worlds, and immediately joined the exchange with everyone. At the same time, he wondered whether he should keep pace with the times and establish a school similar to Hogwarts magic school.

Naturally, Ron didn't like this kind of exchange of magical knowledge.

So he turned to chat with Hannah, who was also not interested in this topic.

After just a few words, Ron noticed Hermione's unfriendly eyes, and immediately changed the subject, asking about Hannah's brother Danas quite naturally.

"By the way, Hannah, where's your brother?"

"Brother accompanied Dodo to find His Excellency the Juggernaut, and it may take a while before he comes back—you ask him what he is doing, my brother is a standard Ravenclaw, even if he comes back, he will only chat with Hermione and Luna The heat is in full swing, how can I care about you, an idler with no knowledge and skills!"

Ron was bored, turned his head helplessly, and began to pretend to be listening, but stared blankly at Hermione's side face.

The corner of Sol's mouth twitched slightly, and he watched the table in front of him, which had changed from a patchwork of ordinary banquets to a mage salon full of masters. go down.

After pondering for a while, Sol grabbed Seymour who was about to leave, and pointed in the direction of Bruce, Diana and others.

"Tell Lin Yi for me, I'm going to that table!"

"……what?"

Seymour was slightly taken aback, and immediately saw Sol apologize to everyone, then grabbed two bottles of wine, and walked in the direction of Bruce, Diana and others.

Ah this...

Seymour suddenly had a headache and wanted to stop Sol, but felt that he should tell his master Lin Yi first, and let him make the decision himself. When he was in a dilemma, his master's voice suddenly rang out from his ears.

"Since staying here is uncomfortable, let him go..."

"Yes, Master."

Seymour was relieved, and after glancing at Saul's back, he turned and walked towards the other table.

There, five Taoist elders dressed in Tang suits, with white hair and childlike faces, were laughing and chatting with an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and beard, and the charm was introverted.

Beside these old men, three young men, two men and one woman, were standing bored.

As the footsteps approached, Seymour walked over with a good-looking smile on his face. He first greeted the elders politely, and after confirming that they had no additional requirements, he walked in front of the three young men.

"Which of you is Zhang Chulan and who is Zhang Lingyu?"

"I am Zhang Chulan, and he is Zhang Lingyu!"

Zhang Chulan pointed to herself, then pointed to the handsome young man beside her, and then asked impatiently: "How about it, is Brother Yi going to arrange us in other seats? Don't worry, as long as it's not this table, I don't have anything else." questionable!"

Speaking of the last sentence, a golden light flashed in Zhang Chulan's eyes, and she deliberately blocked her voice with energy.

Seymour glanced at him speechlessly, and sighed, "Master wants you to choose for yourself."

Zhang Lingyu nodded: "Then I choose to stay at this table."

Zhang Chulan blinked, leaned close to Zhang Lingyu and said in a low voice: "Hey, you have to think about it, all the old men from the Daoist sect in this world will come over later, it will be very boring to stay here!"

"I know."

Zhang Lingyu glanced at him, then closed her eyes, and stood behind her master calmly.

Zhang Chulan curled her lips, not affected by Zhang Lingyu's choice at all, let alone felt embarrassed by it, turned her head and grabbed Seymour's wrist with excitement, urging: "Quick! Take me around, by the way Let me introduce these guests from different worlds, so that I can see which table is more suitable for me to sit at!"

Seeing this scene, the woman with loose long hair who was following him widened her eyes, pointed at herself and said in a daze, "Then me?"

Zhang Chulan said without hesitation: "Sister Baoer, of course you are following me!"

Feng Baobao frowned and thought for a while, then seriously shook his head and said: "No, neither you nor the old man can beat that swordplayer, let's follow his arrangement, Xu Si taught me, what is it called—oh yes , Do as the Romans do!"

"It's up to you!" Zhang Chulan's head was full of black lines, and she muttered in a low voice, "Fortunately, nothing out of date came out. It's rare that Xu Si can teach you some normal idioms..."

"..."

Seymour pulled the corner of his mouth, and opened Zhang Chulan's palm with force with his wrist. He didn't pay attention to his surprised face, turned his head to look at Feng Baobao with loose long hair, and said kindly: "You should be Sister Bao'er, the master specially asked me to follow you." By your side, as long as it is a banquet prepared for guests from other worlds, you can sit wherever you want!"

Feng Baobao blinked and asked, "What about Zhang Chulan?"

Seymour said without hesitation: "Of course he is following you!"

Zhang Chulan muttered depressingly: "I'm the one who co-authors?"

In this way, Seymour smiled and introduced the guests from different worlds to Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan.

A Song of Ice and Fire, Harry Potter, One Man, Middle Earth, DC World... Except for Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shiro who thought Lin Yi was a dead mythical figure, almost all friends who have a good relationship with Lin Yi All came to the wedding scene.

And in the corner of the wedding scene, a handsome man with black hair, red pupils, and mysterious purple lines between his brows stood by the wall with his arms folded, staring vigilantly at the smiling old man in red in front of him.

Strange to say, the red-clothed old man's gaze was obviously quite gentle, but when it fell on Plath, this powerful god who didn't even look down on Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension, felt a shudder from the bottom of his heart .

It was as if he had seen God the Father who had created himself with his own hands!

This is hell...

Plath's scalp was numb, and he stared vigilantly at this kind-looking old man in red.

To be honest, if it wasn't for him still remembering the aura of God the Father, he would almost have regarded this red-clothed old man as him!

But even if this red-clothed old man is not the father god in his memory, at least he is a terrifying existence far greater than the outer gods—maybe it is the supreme creation god who created the multiverse back then!

Such an existence would actually come to Lin Yi's wedding...