"More scenes?" Schiller asked in surprise. "Why do I suddenly need more scenes? Is there something wrong with this character?"
"No, it's just that after seeing your look, I felt it would be a waste if you were only playing an ordinary Doctor with flat Character Design. Your temperament will bring more mysterious qualities to the role, which fits people's imagination of magic perfectly."
Chris rattled off a long explanation, but Schiller did not understand a word of it. It was not that Schiller lacked comprehension; he simply truly did not know what magic looked like in the eyes of ordinary people like Chris.
The "mysticism" they spoke of was clearly different from the kind understood by Strange and other magicians. It was more like ordinary people's longing for mysticism. And longing was the thing furthest from understanding.
Schiller had already understood the existence of magic and had dealt with quite a few magicians and Cosmic Demons. In his eyes, these beings held no secrets. But Chris and the others clearly had another understanding of magic, one filled with impractical fantasies.
That fantasy sounded wonderful and was well suited for display in a movie, but it was so far removed from reality that Schiller, who knew The Truth, found himself even more confused.
Apparently, he was not the only one in that situation. Not far away, the screenwriter had Strange by the arm and was enthusiastically describing what the "magical world" was like to the Sorcerer Supreme, leaving Strange thoroughly dumbfounded.
"All right, I don't mind having a few more scenes," Schiller said. "Just don't affect the main plot. I don't want people saying I bought my way into the cast."
"Don't worry." Chris smiled. "It's only a shift in the character setup, making a somewhat one-dimensional role more layered