Master The Ancient One surprisingly did not know the name of the Time Variance Authority?
Su Quan relaxed more. "Do you know why I came? I have a Time Stone, the Time Stone from this timeline!"
Master The Ancient One was surprised that two Time Stones appeared at the same time point, but she was the Sorcerer Supreme after all, an expert in time.
After the surprise, she quickly reacted. "You want to learn the time magic in The Book of Cagliostro?"
Su Quan shrugged, non-committal.
Master The Ancient One was somewhat curious why Su Quan did not learn from the other 'him' in the void, since he had already learned the Dimensional Mirror.
"I can lend The Book of Cagliostro to you, but only in Kamar-Taj. You know, it concerns the future."
If The Book of Cagliostro was not in Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius would have no way to summon Dormammu through the black magic in the book.
"Next time. Right now, I'd rather experience your magic."
"Alright!"
Master The Ancient One smiled all over, tapping her right foot gently on the ground.
In an instant, the ground rolled forward like toppled dominoes.
Su Quan leaped aside, and the system prompt sounded accordingly.
Ding!
"Combat detected, drop reward: Crimson Bands of Cyttorak (Master The Ancient One)"
It was also the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak; the one that controlled Himiko was a magical artifact, while this one was magic!
Master The Ancient One floated gracefully in front of Su Quan, the fan-shaped Sling Ring of the Vishanti piercing sharply toward his shoulder.
Bang!
Su Quan leaned his shoulder back slightly, flashing a wicked, roguish smile at Master The Ancient One.
"Is that it?"
Master The Ancient One smiled, her hands executing a whole combo of moves with the Sling Ring of the Vishanti against Su Quan.
Bang bang bang—bang bang bang—
The two traded blows, fiercely fighting into a ball.
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Although The Ancient One was named a mage and used magic too, all mages of the Kamar-Taj lineage, including her, possessed the heart of a melee fighter.
Just like Loki, who called himself a mage but used two daggers like an assassin the moment he fought.
Class-changed, but not entirely class-changed.
While novice Loki was still asking how to play melee, veteran Ancient One was already going oh oh oh oh.
With magic that I won't use, hey, just playing around.
All jokes aside, The Ancient One really did play the melee mage very smoothly.
Especially the Lightning Five-Whip Combo, which was so fast that even with super speed one could not see the shape of the whip, only streaks of golden divine energy.
Lightning Five-Whip Combo?
The Ancient One: Are you polite?
Bang!
Master The Ancient One kicked out, using the momentum for a backflip to increase the distance between herself and Su Quan.
"Lord of the Void, truly formidable."
Facing the praise of Master The Ancient One, Su Quan shook his head with some regret. "Are you very short on money?"
Master The Ancient One was stunned. "Although not much, I am not lacking either. Why do you ask?"
Not lacking money—if you're not lacking money, then bust out the special effects.
What about the Winds of Watoomb, Seraphim Shield, Sword of the Vishanti, Bolt of Balthakk, Ancient Body of Hoggoth, and Form of Ikkon? You should arrange them!
Especially the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak! Use it! If you don't use it, how can I use it? If you don't use it, how can I show off—
As the dignified Sorcerer Supreme facing a 'dimensional traveler', you don't have a shred of competitive drive. What about the responsibility of protecting the Earth?
Did you lie flat?
"I'm leaving. Next time I'll treat you to the first cup of milk tea in autumn." Su Quan waved his hand with a 'desolate' air and left the Mirror Dimension.
Master The Ancient One also left the Mirror Dimension, feeling completely bewildered. Su Quan's reaction gave her the feeling that she had disappointed him.
The problem was, what had she even done?
Master Mordo hurried up with a concerned expression. "Teacher, are you alright?"
"I—I don't know." Master The Ancient One thought about it with a quirky expression and asked, "Do you know what the first cup of milk tea in autumn implies?"
"The first cup of milk tea in autumn? No, I don't know. Shouldn't it just be milk tea?"
Master Mordo was also confused. The teacher asked about milk tea as soon as she came out; could it be that she wanted to drink milk tea?
But didn't she always drink ordinary tea water?
Master The Ancient One nodded and asked again, "Are we short on money?"
"Money? We aren't short on money? Teacher, that person—you said he is the Lord of the Void. What kind of place is the void, and what is his purpose in coming here?"
Master Mordo couldn't quite grasp the teacher's meaning, so he simply changed the subject and asked about the mysterious visitor who had shattered the Seraphim Shield with a single punch.
"The void is the end of the Multiverse Timeline. The intention of Su Quan, the Lord of the Void—"
Master The Ancient One shook her head. She had thought he wanted The Book of Cagliostro, but it turned out he just probed with a few blows and then left inexplicably.
"He shouldn't have malicious intent, but you should still maintain a certain level of respect when you see him in the future. This Lord of the Void is stronger than I thought, and quite unfathomable."
"Yes."
The strength of the Lord of the Void had already been vividly demonstrated in that punch and the teacher's reaction.
Until now, Master Mordo had not heard of anyone who could shatter the Seraphim Shield with a single punch; even the teacher couldn't do it.
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Su Quan studied the Dimensional Mirror and Soul Out for a while, packed the valuable items from the safe into his backpack, and went downstairs.
"Martin." Su Quan beckoned to Martin Li, who had changed into a different set of clothes at some unknown point.
Martin Li shuddered instinctively, hurriedly putting on a nervous, ingratiating smile as he jogged over.
"Boss, do you have any instructions?"
Su Quan handed over the backpack. Martin Li opened it, paused for a moment, and asked in a low voice with a knowing look, "Should I dispose of it?"
Su Quan nodded.
"Leave it to me."
Martin Li was very familiar with this kind of work. Wasn't it just turning stolen goods into cash? Back when he was helping people smuggle across borders in a snakehead organization, many people would use valuables to settle their debts when they didn't have enough cash.
Su Quan reached out to pat his shoulder, but he dodged, shifted to the side, and offered his other shoulder instead.
That shoulder was injured and hadn't healed yet.
Tactful!
Su Quan patted him with satisfaction. "Go ahead. Remember to come to work tomorrow morning."
"Yes."
Martin Li waved goodbye to Jessica Jones and the others, picked up the backpack, and left.
Jessica Jones pulled Su Quan's arm to the side and asked in a low voice, "Did you beat him up when you called him outside earlier?"
Su Quan: "He said so?"
Jessica Jones shook her head. "I'm not blind. Can't I tell if he's injured or not? Even though he changed his clothes, I can still smell a faint scent of blood."
"He's already miserable enough."
"How miserable?"
"You don't know. In your hometown, he was the owner of a zipper factory, living a less-than-wealthy life with his wife. Later, facing suppression from officials, he conceived the idea of coming here to live."
"He finally saved up enough savings, and his wife came over first, only to find a new lover here."
"He smuggled himself here and watched many smuggled travelers lose their lives in the dark, cramped ship cabins—some dying of severe dehydration, and others from the abuse of the snakehead organization."
"Just when he finally saw hope, the ship took on water and capsized. Over two hundred people died, and there was only one survivor: him!"
Su Quan looked at the somewhat sentimental Jessica Jones, not knowing what to say.
What wife finding a new lover, what two hundred people dying with him as the only survivor—all of those were sympathy-mongering lies.
If not for reasoning things out with force and beating him up before asking, Martin Li probably would have told him the exact same story.
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