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Vientiane World

"Strange, come to Vientiane World again next time you have a chance."

"By the way, last time you asked me to find those materials, there were still three items left. After I find them all, I will send them to Kamar-Taj for you."

"Strange, I look forward to our next meeting. See you in the ring then."

"..."

The one-month deadline for studying at Vientiane World had come, and Strange was preparing to leave Vientiane World and return to Kamar-Taj.

At this moment, several close friends were saying their final farewells. Seeing the warm goodbyes of these friends, Strange had a smile on his face, and at the same time he was extremely happy in his heart.

During this period of time, he had come to understand Lockhart's status in the eyes of this group of young sorcerers. Almost every sorcerer looked up to Lockhart for training and study.

If Master Lockhart had made his previous sneaking into the library public, then his subsequent life in the Vientiane World might not have been so pleasant. Even friends with whom he had a good relationship would have chosen to distance themselves.

To put it bluntly, Lockhart's preferences directly affected the preferences of all young sorcerers. Under this influence, they weren't like fanatical believers. On the contrary, each of them remained an independent thinker and had his or her own preferences.

This state, to be honest, was somewhat similar to the relationship between disciples and masters in ancient times. But it was more complex, and it was hard to describe in words at the moment.

But it didn't matter anymore, as Strange had to go back to Kamar-Taj for the next stage of magical learning. To be honest, he had gained quite a lot from this month of training in Vientiane World. Whether in the study of magic spells or the brewing of potions, he had learned a great deal.

Of course, chaos magic was also one of the topics he'd explored. However, he had not conducted research or practice during this time. He clearly knew that Master Lockhart had expressed a clear distaste for his interest in Chaos Magic, and he wasn't so arrogant as to continue to study Chaos Magic on his host's territory.

But it would be different once he got back to Kamar-Taj. Yes, he still hadn't completely given up on chaos magic. Despite the numerous books warning of the dangers, as well as Lockhart's warning, the more this happened, the more interested he became in Chaos Magic.

Maybe this was a common trait among geniuses—they had more confidence in themselves than ordinary people. In particular, the books clearly mentioned that chaos magic was the key to becoming a dimensional god.

Buzz!

With his thoughts turning, he created a Sling Ring portal and a red flame-colored circular gateway opened. On the other side was Kamar-Taj.

Strange turned around and waved to his friends, then stepped through to Kamar-Taj.

...

Sanctum Sanctorum, London, UK

The British weather was like a woman's mood, changing at a moment's notice. The sun had been rising high outside, and the golden sunlight was shining freely on every street. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered. With the sound of raindrops, heavy rain poured down like from a basin.

At this moment, Master Arnold, the guardian of the London Sanctum, picked up a cup of coffee, sat quietly in front of the window and looked outside at pedestrians scurrying to avoid the rain.

Hearing the pattering sound in his ears, Arnold felt extremely comfortable and peaceful inside. Familiar sounds, familiar surroundings, and familiar coffee. Their London Sanctum had been fortunate.

Although there had been an invasion by dark forces, compared to the losses suffered by the New York and Hong Kong sanctums, basically no sorcerer had died here. At most, they had depleted their magical energy and were just a bit exhausted. They would return to normal soon enough.

The London Sanctum had also returned to its previous state. It had to be said that for the old Master Arnold, a peaceful life was what he yearned for.

After all, he was over 90 years old, and there were very few sorcerers of his age recorded in history. It wasn't because Kamar-Taj's sorcerers had limited lifespans—although compared to other extraordinary beings, a sorcerer's lifespan was indeed somewhat shorter. But it was also much longer than the average person. There was no problem in living to be 200 years old.

The issue was that the duty of Kamar-Taj's masters was to repel interdimensional invasions, so fighting was basically indispensable. Most sorcerers died in battle before they could reach the natural limit of their lives.

Especially on the frontline battlefields of the dimensional gaps, death was a constant companion. Therefore, Arnold felt quite lucky that he had lived to this age.

He now hoped to live to be 100 years old and refresh the historical record of Kamar-Taj. Although he would definitely not match the Ancient One, he could still make a name for himself.

Taking a sip of coffee, the sound of dripping rain rang in his ears, and a pleasant smile appeared on Arnold's face.

At this moment, suddenly...

Buzz!

A red flame-colored portal suddenly emerged in the sanctum hall, and a sorcerer wearing a red cloak walked out. He scanned the room, as if identifying the person he was looking for.

Soon he saw Master Arnold sitting by the window, and strode directly up to him.

"Hello, Master Arnold, I am Stephen Strange. The Ancient One has arranged for me to come to the London Sanctum to study with you."

Looking at Strange in front of him, Arnold paused for a moment when his eyes fell on the red cloak he was wearing. Impressive—it seemed that the Ancient One thought highly of Strange, and had even given him the Cloak of Levitation.

These thoughts flashed through his mind as Arnold pointed to the seat in front of his desk and motioned for Strange to sit down.

As Strange sat down, the red cloak behind him slowly floated up as if alive. It didn't affect Strange's sitting position at all.

"I know about you, Master Strange," Arnold said. He waved his hand gently, opened a miniature portal, and took out a cup of hot coffee and a small silver spoon. He placed them directly in front of Strange.

"I've heard many sorcerers praising your rare talent. You are simply the favorite of the Vishanti."

Arnold's praise made Strange smile. Everyone likes to hear good things, especially if they come from the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum.

Arnold picked up his coffee and took a sip. "A genius like you will soon be able to contribute to fighting dimensional invasions."

"I wonder what you want to learn during your time at the London Sanctum?"

Arnold asked leisurely while drinking his coffee.

"I want to be able to enter the dimensional gap. I have long heard many sorcerers say that the dimensional gap is like a flesh and blood grindstone, and all sorcerers will eventually enter there."

"I also want to experience it and prepare myself for what's ahead."

Hearing this, Arnold, who was drinking coffee, stiffened. This was like seeking death. What kind of strength did Strange think he had to want to enter the dimensional gap? In the end, Arnold would have to intervene to rescue him.

He had no problem with Strange seeking his own death. But he didn't want to be dragged along with him—Arnold was still planning to live to be 100 years old.

Moreover, if the person the Ancient One favored had an accident in the dimensional gap, even if he didn't die, Arnold would never hear the end of it.

"This... of course there is no problem, but everything must go through a process."

"I can understand your inner desire, Master Strange."

"You should first spend some time in London and do some basic work. As for entering the dimensional gap, we'll see the results of your application."