Marvel turns into Iron Man

"It's troublesome, no one is there, so what am I doing here?!"

Miss Stark raised her hand and tapped lightly on the handrail of the stairs beside her, speaking rather resentfully.

Just looking at it at a glance, various magical products of different types are collected and sealed in transparent glass showcases.

And through the transparent display cabinet, the whole room can be seen clearly and unobstructed.

But the result was completely different from what she had imagined. There was no sign of anyone here.

"Damn it, count my trip in vain—"

As she spoke, her eyes lingered for a while on the bright red cloak floating in a certain showcase not far from her.

"...It's just that you don't belong to me, and I don't need you."

The cloak fluttered lightly in the showcase, as if it had no reaction to the outside world.

It was indeed a very interesting thing, but it didn't have much use for her.

It would be better to give it to Dr. Strange, after all, Dr. Banner will definitely not take the title of Supreme Sorcerer.

Looking around, Miss Stark quickly noticed the corridor on the left hand side of the room.

At the end of the corridor is a three-sided mirror, a Kamateki treasure.

A portal that can be used by beginners or ordinary people who do not have a suspension ring, and can be teleported to a set place.

The specific destination is random, but it can also be actively controlled, and the scenery there will appear on the mirror for identification.

But the mirror that appeared in front of Miss Stark was completely black at this time, without any movement.

"It seems that something must have happened to Kamateki, otherwise the Holy of Holies would not have been taken offline."

"But in this case, who should I go to to discuss this matter? Can I only go to Nick Fury?"

Not only is the Space Gem and the Hanging Ring unable to locate Kamateki, but the three sanctuaries are probably disconnected from there.

The purpose of her trip had been to find out what happened to Kamateki, but now it seemed unlikely.

Muttering to herself, Miss Stark looked preoccupied and turned around to leave.

But just when she reached the corner of the stairs, a deep-sounding voice came from behind.

"Since you're already here, why do you have to leave in such a hurry—"

The sudden voice naturally caused Miss Stark to stop and turn around slowly.

Appearing behind her was a man wearing a lead gray robe and a black leather armor.

Just looking at his appearance, it is estimated that he is no more than 24 or five years old, and he looks very young.

But even with such an appearance, Miss Stark would not believe the scene in front of her eyes.

These sorcerers are quite sophisticated in deception, so she would not believe that the young man appeared in front of her.

The two of them stood face to face under the 【Window of the World】.

On the circular skylight, four slightly curved lines form the seal belonging to Vishanti.

This is not only the most powerful defensive force in the Holy of Holies, but also a place that attracts starlight and provides mages with meditation.

"So, you who appeared so inexplicably, don't you plan to introduce yourself?"

Miss Stark looked up and down at the person who suddenly appeared behind her, and the other person was also looking at her.

He has a strong aura of a mystic mage, and he seems to be from Kamateki.

From an intuitive point of view, there is something in this person that is not inferior to Master Mordo who once met Miss Stark.

"My name is Sis, Sis Zendia, and I am one of the administrators of the Holy of Holies in New York."

The mage surnamed Zendia bowed slightly, and gave a mage's courtesy to Miss Stark.

"Did you take the liberty to visit, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mage Zendia."

Seeing the other party behave so well, Miss Stark also returned a standard courtesy to the other party.

This is a respect for those who also seek the truth, so it is also essential.

"You seem to have noticed what happened in Kamateki, but this is not a place to talk, why don't you sit down and have a good talk?"

The mage Zendia gracefully offered an invitation to confer, and Miss Stark gladly accepted.

Miss Stark felt stunned for a second, and when she recovered, she found herself sitting on the sofa in the hall on the ground floor.

"Wow - what is this, I didn't notice such magic when I was in Kamateki."

Miss Stark on the sofa cast an interested look at the Zendia mage sitting opposite her.

She recalled the scene in her mind of Dr. Stephen Strange playing with Saul who came to find her father.

Could it be considered that I was being teased by someone? No, after all, they just lured me to sit on the sofa.

"This is some authority set up by the Supreme Mage in the three sanctuaries, and left to the administrators of the sanctuary."

"Generally speaking, it is a special authority, and we are used to calling it [Sanctuary Blessing]."

"With this sanctuary blessing, we can appear anywhere in the house as we please."

"When you need something, it can appear in your hand immediately, and you don't have to be distracted to use spells to remove dust. It is very convenient."

Master Zendia gave a special explanation to Miss Stark, but then showed a dazed expression.

"Sorry, look at my memory, what would you like to drink?"

Before the words were finished, a cup of steaming black tea appeared on the small tea table on Miss Stark's right.

"This is the basic hospitality etiquette, how can I forget it casually, what a failure."

The mage shook his head slightly and said apologetically.

"This kind of sanctuary blessing is really convenient, if possible, I would like to learn-"

Miss Stark reached out to pick up the teacup from the coffee table at hand, but she didn't drink it.

Instead, he gently rubbed the bottom of the clay cup with his palm, feeling the roughness but with a touch of delicateness.

The temperature comes out through the clay teacup, but it doesn't make people feel hot, it's just very warm.

At the bottom of the clear tea soup, a few black tea stalks quietly fell there.

Along with the rising mist, a fresh scent of grapes spread and was inhaled by her nostrils.

"The taste of this black tea is very pure. Is it the black tea from Darjeeling?"

"It is the tea leaves cultivated by the mages of Kamateki in their spare time. It is nourished by pure magic power."

The young mage smiled and answered Miss Stark's question.

PS:

The character of the mage comes from the character setting submitted by the reader [Black Hole Maker Hawking] in October last year

The setting he gave is a bit too strong, so I can only arrange some at the back, and make some weakenings appropriately