Chapter 185: Stranges Happy Life (2)

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Chapter 185: Stranges Happy Life (2) Schiller sat in his office, flipping through reports while dialing his mobile phone. After a long while of busy signals, the call was finally answered with a series of explosions and a sound of something falling, followed by a cry from Strange. "Hello? Stephen, what are you doing? The two medical records I asked for last night, why haven't you delivered them yet?" "Oh, wait! I forgot!" Strange hadn't even finished speaking before he let out a painful scream. "Ah!" He tore off the silk bandage wrapped around his face and looked at the person in front of him. "Wang, I said to wait a minute, I need to take this call, I..." Before he could finish explaining, Schiller's roar came from the phone. "Forgot?! You've already forgotten four times this week! Yesterday, you said you forgot the three medical records I needed. I've paid you so much, can't you..." Strange just wanted to explain when the silk band flying in mid-air hit him in the face, making him scream. The mage Wang on the other end said, "You need to focus, otherwise the force of magic won't listen to you." "I want to focus too!" Strange yelled. He said to the phone, "There's nothing worth seeing in the medical records of the patient in room 2! Didn't I tell you that yesterday? His symptoms are completely made up to impress that nurse named Fina..." Strange dodged to the left while holding the phone, saying quickly, "I'm having some trouble here, oh damn! Watch out..." As he spoke, he bent over and dodged the flying silk band, then switched the phone to his other hand and used his free right hand to cover his face. "I'll give you the two medical records tonight, I have to..." he said. Then he swung his arm fiercely, finally catching the flying silk band in his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "...solve some trouble." As soon as he finished speaking, the silk band in his hand "whooshed" out of his palm, making a big loop around the chandelier, and then it bounced off and grabbed the chandelier, smashing towards Strange. With a miserable scream, Strange flew backwards, holding his head. When the phone fell to the ground, Schiller's threatening voice came from inside, "Listen, no matter how difficult your studies in the extracurricular class are, you must complete your work on time, otherwise I will deduct your salary!" Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Strange helplessly covered his eyes and said, "I regret it, can I drop out now?" He lay on the ground, feeling hopeless. "This thing can't be learned by humans at all. How can I explain to a silk band and make it listen to me?" The mage Wang on the other side still had a calm expression and said, "The power of magic lies in faith, you must learn to persevere." The next afternoon, Strange was writing something when Schiller walked in with a cup of coffee and said, "You've been in class for a week, how's it going?" Strange didn't say anything, he sighed deeply first. He looked up and down at Schiller with his eyes several times. Schiller followed his gaze and looked at himself, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?" "You can use magic, right? Can I ask how long you have been learning?" Strange asked. "Who told you that was magic?" Schiller asked back. He saw Strange staring at him and said, "I'm a mutant, this ability is innate, no need to learn." Strange's eyes widened in shock and anger. "Then why did you make me learn magic! You... You damn..." Schiller shrugged, this has always been his argument. Facing ordinary people and mutants, he was a magician; facing magicians, he was an ordinary person and mutant. Anyway, these two sides could not go against each other. "I should have realized it earlier. How could such a powerful ability be so easy to learn?" Strange covered his forehead and said. "Can you believe it? I've been fighting a floating silk band all week!" Strange couldn't help but laugh. He said, "I really have to thank that damn ribbon, it makes me think these patients are actually easy to deal with!"Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com "Ribbon?" Schiller said, a little confused. "Didn't they teach you how to draw circles or something?" "Draw circles? What's that?" "It's the magic teleportation portal." Strange snorted and said, "I don't know when I'll learn that. Right now, I'm just getting beaten up by that ribbon. I can't even control it, let alone catch it." The various mysterious powers in the universe have different personalities, most of them evil, but when it comes to scheming, it ultimately depends on humans. As someone who has participated in the top human negotiation scene, Strange has enough experience to deal with these junior situations. Beside him, Wang sighed. He always felt that the next Sorcerer Supreme would have a completely different style. After using the freeze gun to subdue the wild novice ribbon, Strange's way of thinking changed. He suddenly realized that magic is not higher than technology, but rather two different paths. These two paths intersect, such as using a freeze gun and freeze magic to freeze something, but sometimes they also restrain or complement each other, such as the freeze gun can subdue an unruly ribbon, while freeze magic can replenish energy to the freeze gun and freeze generator. After observing human economics for these days, a bold idea gradually formed in Strange's mind. In the Stark Tower Laboratory, Stark looked up and down at Strange and said with sarcasm, "Guess what the least welcome profession in my laboratory is?" Strange didn't care, he waved his hand, and a ribbon flew out, circling around Stark, almost tripping him. "What the hell is this?" Stark turned his head and looked at the ribbon flying around the ceiling. "See it? This is my magic," Strange said, shrugging. "Heh." Stark gave him a fake smile, then stretched out his hand, and a Mech armor instantly covered his body. The movement was so fast that Strange didn't even react. A fist stopped between his two eyes, and the Mech armor quickly transmitted Stark's voice: "See it? This is my fist." Strange flicked his wrist and moved his head aside, then said, "Listen, I have a plan. It's like this, a person who claims to be the Sorcerer Supreme came to me and asked me to learn magic from him, but I found that magic is actually..." Half an hour later, the two stood in front of the lab table, Stark holding his arms and saying, "So you're saying, 'You want me to use magic to transform the Mech armor, and then turn around and create Mech armor that can counter magic, so that we can borrow more magic?'" "Basically..." Stark put his hand on his chin, touched his nose with his index finger, and said, "If I understand correctly, you want to borrow money from someone else, use that money to buy guns, and then point those guns at the lender to force them to lend you even more money?" "Never mind whether it's technically feasible or not, aren't you a bit immoral?" "So is it technically feasible?" Stark turned around and flipped through a stack of materials next to him, saying, "Actually, it's strange. The power on this ribbon seems to be different from the one Schiller showed me." "I haven't cracked his power yet, so I can't fully apply it to my Mech armor, but this..." Stark frowned and thought for a moment, saying, "According to your theory, this power is borrowed from someone else. If he can project the power onto a ribbon, can he also project it onto my Mech armor?" "In theory, yes, but this power is difficult for ordinary people to control." "How do you control it?" "Because I'm not an ordinary person, I'm a genius." Stark stared at Strange, and Strange stared back at him. After a while, Strange said, "Okay, actually I use an ice gun..." "Using technology to control magic, and then using magic to transform technology?" Stark touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "You mean, I'll set a trap to make him project his power onto my Mech armor, then refuse to pay back the money, and keep the power for myself. How does that sound?" "That's what I mean. Once you convert this power for your own use and create a stronger Mech armor, I'll provide the people, and you provide the guns, and we'll borrow even more money..." The two looked at each other, and Stark looked at Strange with disdain, saying, "You're too immoral." "So, will you do it or not?" "Actually, I'm also immoral. Let's do it."

Chapter 185: Stranges Happy Life (2)

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