With Sorcerer Supreme's tacit consent, Luke did not leave immediately.
Instead, he poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.
He was very curious as to what the Ancient One was doing on his previous business trip.
I asked a few insidious questions before, but Sorcerer Supreme, who always spoke freely, was secretive this time and didn't want to say more.
If it weren't for the Ancient One's gender and his usual lack of desire, Luke might have thought in an indescribable direction.
Under the guise of a business trip, it's actually a great health care business!
It's not like no one has ever done this.
You must know that the unborn Stephen-Strange is called the "Kidney Deficiency Master" not without reason.
Except that he always loses his ability at critical moments and loses his magical power. When he is strong, he defeats the devil, and when he is weak, he stretches his hips.
There are also some physiological reasons.
The second-generation Ghost Rider Johnny-Blazer is not the only one who has had the rare experience of having his body hollowed out and his energy drained by a succubus.
"Then Ancient One, why do you think Vishanti chose me?"
Luke changed the topic.
There is no free lunch in the world.
If so, then be mentally prepared to lose everything.
Because free is always the most expensive.
According to the Ancient One's analysis, the probability of Vishanti taking a fancy to him and being chosen as Sorcerer Supreme is almost equal to the probability that Loki will win the favor of Odin, replace Thor, and become King of Asgard.
That's not to say it's impossible, but there must be something fishy hidden behind it.
Just like if Odin suffers from Alzheimer's disease, it is indeed possible to designate Loki as the king.
In other words, Vishanti may also have appointed Sorcerer Supreme because of Luke's outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament - provided that they all have the wisdom-reducing halo.
Although, the above advantages are all true.
But when it comes to Dimensional Demon God, it seems unreasonable.
"According to your description, Strange has not grown up yet, and then in the parallel universe, I am in a hurry to retire. It is normal for Vishanti to choose a spare tire."
The Ancient One had a hint of joking in his eyes.
Spare tire?
Luke The corners of his mouth twitched.
No need to say it so harshly!
Sorcerer Supreme is not a cabbage in the field, you can just pick up a few.
The name of Glory, which is obviously attracting much attention and fierce competition, immediately seems cheap when you say this to the Ancient One.
You know, how many people want to be this spare tire, but there is no way!
"Anyway, you don't have to worry too much. Even if Vishanti really wants something from you, what trouble is there that Superman can't solve?"
The Ancient One boasted without sincerity.
It can be seen from the hidden smile on her face that this Sorcerer Supreme is obviously looking forward to the day when Luke is taken to be a firefighter.
"Okay, Vishanti can let me do things, but the reward must be enough."
Luke raised his head and drank the tea in the cup.
He doesn't work for free.
If you want to have sex for free, there is no way.
Then the two exchanged a few words, and Luke opened a portal, preparing to return to Las Vegas and give Mephisto an answer.
With the official certification of Vishanti, his spellcasting ability has now greatly increased, and he can fully unleash the huge potential of the magic Superman Template.
However, in order to avoid paying the price, like Strange, he was covered in pain.
Luke's sword takes a different approach, without focusing on the fort mage, and he learns a large number of spells.
Instead, add all attribute points to the lighting technique, trying to get closer to White Robe Sword Saint Gandalf in Middle-earth.
His fighting idea is very simple. He first blinds the enemy's eyes with lighting, and then blasts them with a Iron Fist.
Perfect!
"By the way, Superman."
As soon as Luke stepped one foot into the transmission channel, the Ancient One's voice came from behind.
"Take good care of the... foreign things you have on you, it's very important."
What?
Luke frowned slightly.
He didn't like this kind of blabbering style of speaking.
"Foreign objects..."
Luke With these words in his mind, his tall figure quickly disappeared into the transmission channel.
The only foreign item on his body is probably Tenth Metal from the studio next door.
This thing seems to be quite important, Source Wall was blown away by it.
"The feeling of being in trouble..."
Luke sighed.
If you can't figure it out, let's talk about it later.
He didn't dwell too much and returned to Hell Hotel in Las Vegas.
"How was the conversation?"
In the office, Mephisto rubbed his hands nervously.
His nose twitched at the disgusting smell.
The Ancient One!
The old devil has been beaten so many times, so he is naturally familiar with the aura of Sorcerer Supreme.
Although it is not very understandable, why the Ancient One is still there, but Luke can inherit the position of Sorcerer Supreme.
But this does not prevent him from cooperating with the other party.
"It's finally settled."
Luke mastered the accent and whetted Mephisto's appetite.
The old devil established Hell Group to make it bigger and stronger, a great cause that transcends heaven.
Not only does it take a long time to accumulate, but it also requires balancing the forces of all parties.
Without Kamar-Taj's permission, Mephisto would be unable to move even an inch out of the gate of hell.
"Mephisto, you also know that business is not easy to do these days."
Luke spoke with sincerity and conveyed the meaning of the Ancient One.
Hell's image work is not done well. If you want to establish a group and seize the market share of Paradise, you have to pay a certain price.
"You still need to solve this part of the problem yourself."
Luke concluded.
Mephisto thought for a long time and finally nodded in agreement.
Sacrifice some small interests in exchange for a brighter future in hell.
This is a great deal!
"Mephisto, I hope you can abide by the law and be a good citizen in the future."
Luke patted the other party's shoulder and explained some things to pay attention to.
It is true that the old devil is cunning and full of tricks.
But when he really came to the human world and faced Kamar-Taj, Sorcerer Supreme, no matter how little he thought, it was of no use.
In the past, I would keep testing on the edge of being beaten, and then run away as soon as I was ready to die.
After Hell Group is established, the family will be big and the business will be big. The monks can run away, but the temple cannot run away.
The family is big and the business is big, Mephisto no matter how much he wants to cause trouble, he must be cautious.
"Of course. I am now a serious businessman. How can I do illegal and criminal things again?"
The old devil said matter-of-factly.
He is a mature Hell Lord.
Shame and integrity are completely unimportant.
You can ignore it casually.
"As expected of you."
Luke Thumbs up.
Two weeks later, Luke dragged Howard out of Hell Hotel.
They came to the airport and were waiting for Captain America.
"I heard that old man say that you have a stake in the hotel?"
Howard was wearing sunglasses and leaning on the car.
He has tried all his methods these days, but he has not been able to seduce the succubus lady in the casino.
This makes Howard, who calls himself a prodigal son in love and an arsonist in his heart, very frustrated.
"Yes, when Hell Group is established, I will be a member of the board of directors."
Luke nodded and did not hide anything.
He can be regarded as acting as Kamar-Taj and In-Betweener of hell, building a strong bridge for communication.
"They are devils, and you are Superman. If word spreads about it, won't it affect your reputation?"
Howard said worriedly.
Superman's reputation is at its peak and is sought after by the public.
But if there is a slight flaw in perfect porcelain, it will be magnified countless times.
When the time comes when the persona collapses and the person steps down from the altar, the loss will be huge.
"Don't worry, I used the name Howard-Stark. You are now the devil's advocate, a veritable merchant of death."
Luke smiled back.
"..."
Howard held back ten thousand words of "Fuck Fake" in his heart. Considering that he punched Luke in the face and the pain would only be to himself, he gave up the plan to do it.
"How can you ruin my reputation without my consent?"
Howard was quite angry. He didn't want to have anything to do with the devil.
If it spreads, it will have a great impact on Stark Industries and his own image.
"If you become the director of Hell Group, then the succubus dealer in the casino... you know what I mean."
Luke blinked and said almost explicitly.
Hell also has its own hidden rules.
Succubi are not interested in ordinary humans, but that is not necessarily the case with bosses of superiors.
"Ah... it's only right to make some sacrifices for your friends."
Howard's face changed quickly, he patted his chest hard, and said loudly, "It's just a mere stigma, what's there to care about?"
"Luke, don't worry! I will protect the reputation of Superman!"
ps: At the beginning of the month, I dedicated a tribute to the boss, "I'm Really Not Her Disciple". The protagonist goes to the mountains and becomes the apprentice of the number one fairy Bai Zirou. The author is a serious person and does not step on the brakes~