Chapter 236 - 234 Multiplayer-Sports, Poison Ivy's Perfume.
The magic system of right now had gone through thousands of years of development and evolution.
From the ancient times of witchcraft books, rituals, and divination, to the white and black magic that gradually took shape, the whole complete and huge framework wasn't created overnight.
The first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, was the child born from the tear of Oshtur.
He had remarkable talent and had been a powerful legendary master since he was a minor.
In the barbaric times when magic was prevalent, Agamotto had used his iron staff to smash open the brains of countless demons. Even the lord of hell, Mephisto, wasn't spared.
At that time, the Earth did not need to face the threat of the Dark Dimension; Dormammu was just a little wizard with no name.
Agamotto's enemies, the god of the underworld Chthon, the serpent god Set … were ancient gods.
Later, he gave the seat of the Sorcerer Supreme to the Ancient One and moved to the multi-dimensional world to reunite with his mother, Oshtur, to form the Trinity of Vishanti.
As for the expansion of the Temple of the Three, the signing of a treaty with Heaven and Hell to prohibit the descent of angels and demons, that was another legendary story of the Sorcerer Supreme.
In short, the history of the magic system was closely related to that of the Kamar Taj.
It can even be said that the Sorcerer Supreme had single-handedly erected this solid pillar of white magic!
"What a powerful pair of legendary mentor and disciple."
Luke closed the book. The cover was impressively titled 'New History of Magic.'
Yes, he was learning about the past origins of the magical world.
He didn't intend on learning much, but after several days of intensive courses, Lieutenant General Superman had become a qualified high-level master.
Getting started in 3 days and graduating in 5 days wasn't just talk.
Him, being said as a genius, had been turned into reality.
Of course, this wasn't a big boost to Luke's strength.
Because he did not sign a contract with the Vishanti, he could only cast some high-level white magic and defensive spells.
He couldn't use lethal spells like 'Avada Kedavra', or 'Finger of Death'.
'In contrast, Doctor Strange, who the Ancient One described as 'the best one among us', looked very lame. '
After Luke read the story of Agamotto and the Ancient One, two generations of Sorcerer Supremes.
Inexplicably, he felt that the neurosurgeon, who looked very much like Sherlock Holmes and Alan Turing, couldn't really embody the word 'best'.
Agamotto singled out the god of the underworld, Chthon, and beat up Mephisto.
The Ancient One beat Dormammu and beat Mephisto.
Well, that cunning Lord of Hell was really unlucky.
Luke couldn't help but shed a tear for Mephisto; he was really pitiful.
And Doctor Strange, the most notable achievement was probably his negotiation with Dormammu, and incidentally, letting Asgard's Loki free fall for half an hour.
'So, the reason why Strange didn't look like a Sorcerer Supreme at all was found. He didn't beat up Mephisto - which is probably the way to become the strongest master. '
Luke, whose mind diverged for a while. His soul returned to his physical body.
Recently, he had been addicted to the Astral projection experience.
This was an experience in which the body was asleep, and the soul continued to move.
Like feathering and floating, it made his body feel extraordinarily light.
Moreover, the soul was more sensitive to the surrounding natural elements.
It's like taking off your coat and running around naked -- Superman's wonderful metaphor.
'It's time to go back and deal with Kang the Conqueror. '
Luke opened his eyes. No one knew when the Ancient One would come back, and it was useless for him to stay in Kamar Taj.
'No one can find her at a critical moment. This is just how the Sorcerer Supreme is. '
If they could use Temple of the Three's 'Window to the Worlds' to monitor suspicious places 24 hours a day, they could always find traces of Kang the Conqueror.
Who knew that the Ancient One took the opportunity to take a vacation, and no one knew where she was!
'What is Malèna doing right now?'
Luke, who had enough rest, stretched out his right hand wearing a Sling Ring and casually drew a circle.
The beating magic sparks cut through space, revealing the opposite view, the balcony of the 46th floor of the Baxter Building.
Huh!
Luke, who was trying to surprise Malèna, found that two figures could be faintly seen through the semi-open balcony.
In addition to walking on flat-heeled shoes, she wore a floral dress with her long wavy hair behind her head.
There's someone else!
'I can't believe she's smiling so happily …'
Luke narrowed his eyes, subconsciously thinking of certain drama plots.
His eyes passed through the curtains and the wall.
Finally seeing who the other person was!
'Oh, it's Carter. That's all right…'
Luke, with a serious face, instantly recovered his composure.
He walked through the portal at a leisurely pace and arrived outside the balcony.
The hustle and bustle of traffic in the streets of Manhattan poured into his ears.
Luke blocked out the noise on his own. Malèna and Carter's conversation rang out loud and clear.
"There's a re-screening of 'Roman Holiday' at the cinema today. Do you want to go see it together?"
Malèna was ironing her clothes, preferring to do it herself, even though she had a maid on staff.
"Do you like Audrey Hepburn movies too?"
Carter stood by with her arms across her chest.
"Of course, I am a big fan of hers."
Malèna put down the iron and cheerfully said, "Luke attended a party before. There were a lot of Hollywood stars attending. I also met Hepburn, and she's a little more playful than in the movies."
"Is that so? I rarely attend such occasions."
Carter mentioned that she prefers Hitchcock's films, such as 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' and 'Suspicion' type.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that."
Malèna seemed to realize something and suddenly smiled apologetically.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Malèna. I didn't mean that."
The distracted Carter was suddenly a little unsure of what she should say.
She didn't have any jealous thoughts. To be honest, the female agent didn't even know how to position the relationship between herself and Luke.
"I don't mind Luke taking you out in public. Compared with a female subordinate, a Sicilian lover is more suitable as a companion."
Carter quickly explained.
"And for a while, I was annoyed by the rumors that were circulating in S.H.I.E.L.D…"
"In this era, there's always prejudice against women. Some people think I only got to the Commander's position because I slept with Luke."
Malèna smiled softly, with a motherly glow on her face.
She was several years older than Carter and looked like the older sister next door. She gently hugged the other party's shoulder.
"The beautiful face that God has given you can sometimes be a source of misconceptions."
Malèna said reassuringly. She understood this quite well.
"Luke said that labeling people is a stupid thing to do."
"Peggy, you've proven yourself to be a great professional to those men."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly eased down as if overflowing with a faint smell of flowers.
Luke, standing on the balcony, was stunned. 'Isn't this a bit too fast?'
Malèna actually captured the cold and attractive female agent with just a few kind words?
'I want to get involved too. '
Luke watched the two women snuggling up to each other, and his heart was stirring.
It's time to unlock more positions and open the new version of the relationship!
'It's just … it's very difficult to execute. '
Luke's footsteps suddenly stopped.
According to Carter's strong character, combined with a narrow outlook -- in this point, Malèna was much better.
After all, the latter was born in passionate Italy and still had an adventurous side in her heart.
For example, the last time they were at the restaurant, Carter would have never done that.
"Multiplayer-sports…"
Luke's eyes lit up when he remembered that the Ancient One was on a business trip, and he had found some tantric yoga books from Kamar Taj's library.
He silently spread his hand, and a bottle of perfume appeared in his palm.
'Poison Ivy's Phenomenon Perfume,' a disposable item.
Its effect was to increase one's attractiveness to the opposite sex.
The side note said the effect was better between people of the same sex.
'Another fulfilling day. '
Luke looked up at the clear sky with an upright expression on his face.
He wasn't motivated by inner lust but simply by a desire to free his mind from its chains and experience a higher realm.
In tantric yoga, it's said that only by leaving behind complicated desires could we reach great harmony in life!
After filling himself with a series of unrealistic ideas, Luke pushed open the balcony window and strode in.
The warm sunlight outside, which cast itself into the room, was broken into fragmented shapes.
Not long after, there was the sound of clothes brushing against each other inside.
The three figures that intertwined with each other looked like a hazy oil painting, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
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