"Sorcerer Supreme, since you know why I came here, can you heal my hands?" Talking to someone with Mind Reading made Strange deeply uncomfortable.
Granted, Kamar-Taj possessed countless precious forms of knowledge, and its sorcerers seemed to have all sorts of bizarre abilities. But today's unpleasant encounter had made him wary of Kamar-Taj. He only wanted to heal his hands and get out of here as quickly as possible.
"Strange, you know nothing about power."
Seeing through Strange's thoughts, Russell shook his head repeatedly. The down-and-out doctor was still far too arrogant; he simply did not understand what reverence meant.
"I know some things. You sorcerers are very powerful, like your Mind Reading..."
Strange struggled internally before asking cautiously, "Please don't continue. That's my personal privacy."
I didn't read your thoughts. Your soul and mind voluntarily laid them out before me. Compared to the mask you wear, they are much more honest.
"Th-this..."
Hearing Russell's voice directly inside his mind, Strange's mouth went dry. Even draining his cup of tea in one gulp did nothing to ease it.
Looking down, he saw that the tea in the cup was completely still. Even if he turned the cup upside down, not a single drop would spill.
Another stretch of silence!
Watching Russell calmly savor his tea, wearing the intoxicated expression of someone who could drink from this pot until the next century, Strange decisively yielded. "Sorcerer Supreme, I only want to heal my hands. I never dared look down on you or Kamar-Taj..."
"Actually, I came here with the heart of a pilgrim. I know a patient named Penns, and I learned about Kamar-Taj from him."
Strange was panicking. He only wanted a pair of hands healed. Couldn't he just find any sorcerer to touch them? Did this really require such