Chapter 1174 Kathmandu (first update)

Kathmandu is the most prosperous city in Nepal, but the huge temperature difference between day and night, violence against foreigners, and a series of crimes caused by poverty have made this city except for a few tourist spots where foreign tourists gather. The regional security environment and living environment are quite poor, and the quality of the water source can even make people suffer from diseases. The facade of Kama Taj is located on the edge of the Hindu temple complex in the southeast of Kathmandu. In addition, the mystics go out to clean it from time to time, so the environment is relatively clean. Gangs composed of local poor people also do not dare to do so out of blind respect for religion. Come here to bother me.

For Stephen Strange, every corner of Kathmandu was terrible. The dust cyclones that blew through the city during the approaching dry season filled his cold-weather clothes, and every night he returned to the hotel with crippled clothes. Cleaning your hands diligently ensures you can wear them the next day. As for the messy hair and beard, just rinse it with water to maintain the last dignity. He wandered aimlessly around the temple complex for several days, and occasionally caught a passerby who could understand English and asked about Kama Taj, but to no avail. His belongings were also stolen by local children who gathered around him hoping for foreign tourists. On several occasions, if he had not paid for his accommodation earlier, he would have ended up sleeping rough on the streets on his second day in Kathmandu.

Although before he came here, he had made up his mind to knock on every door in Kathmandu until he found Kama Taj, but now this situation made him more and more desperate. There was not much money left on her, and the money for the air ticket from New York to Kathmandu was Christine's last gift. If she wanted to return to New York, she would have to ask the embassy for help. "I don't even know if there is a US embassy here." He complained as he dragged his tired legs and walked along the abandoned religious buildings. "I'm afraid I'm going to die here."

"Why do you keep standing here?" asked Sherlock Holmes.

After he woke up, he only saw the Supreme Mage once, and then the Supreme Master arranged for him to be Modu as his mentor. In half a month, he didn't see any magic at all. His daily life was either reading books or learning various kinds of magic. Lost texts. Modu's strange behavior today made him curious. He had never seen Modu not instructing him to clean the square or wipe tables and chairs for a day, but kept standing at the door of the temple, looking like he was waiting for someone. Sherlock Holmes stated the result of his observation, "The blood on your knuckles can tell you that you went out to beat someone up, but you are certainly not waiting for the unlucky guy to be beaten up by you."

"Very smart. I taught a few gangsters a lesson." Modu said with a cold face, "I hope they can complete their work."

"You still haven't said who you are waiting for." Sherlock Holmes leaned on the broom.

His learning progress was rapid. When the Supreme Mage asked him to look directly into the outer dimension, he regarded it as a dream. Even though this dream caused him to have an epileptic seizure and had to lie in bed to recuperate, Sherlock Holmes still maintained a skeptical attitude. . Sherlock Holmes would have escaped long ago had it not been for the regular tracking of contraband from Latvinia.

It's not that he hasn't tried, but every time he would return to his room inexplicably, and by the time he found out, it was time for morning class the next day. Mordu didn't care if he was running around Kathmandu in Karma Taj's robe the night before. He would only ask Sherlock Holmes to continue completing his morning tasks. After a few times, the sleep-deprived Sherlock Holmes gave up blindly. Run away, because after dinner he fell asleep uncontrollably.

"A new apprentice," Mordo replied. He opened the door and looked outside a few more times, then closed one eye. "Damn it, he's getting further and further away! Those punks aren't even following him!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Sherlock Holmes. "Are you using a drone?"

"Stupid!" Modu became even more angry when he thought that there were two such stupid apprentices. However, he still took a deep breath and used the scriptures and prayers he had studied for many years to stabilize his emotions. Salomon is the most powerful mystic in the history of Kama Taj, but before becoming a mystic, he was also the most noisy apprentice in Kama Taj's history. Although Mordu was not very able to control him in the past, he can't deal with him. Two stubborn and stupid apprentices are more than enough. "You wait here. If someone knocks on the door, come and open the door. Do you understand?"

"Where are you going? Why did you bring a pistol?"

"It's none of your business!" Mo Du became angry. To avoid revealing magic in front of ordinary people, a pistol is a good choice. Before opening the door and leaving, he still said, "Wait here!"

Sherlock Holmes shrugged and continued to sweep the endless granite square with his head down.

The result of vague instructions is to get lost, and Stephen Strange doesn't know how far he has strayed from the route pointed by passers-by. To be precise, the passerby who showed him the way did not know where his destination was. Not many people in Kathmandu had heard of Kama Taj. After all, it was just a facade that never held events and did not welcome tourists. Stephen Strange knew that today was also a fruitless day, and he had long been mentally prepared to leave empty-handed. However, after living in the wealthy area of ​​New York for too long, Stephen Strange's subconscious mind had Thinking that all places in the world are as safe as wealthy areas. Whether it is the abandoned buildings that deviate from tourist attractions or the fewer and fewer foreign tourists, it is clear that Stephen Strange has gradually penetrated into the civilian life of Kathmandu. The lack of public infrastructure, poverty, lack of education, police corruption and other reasons have led to the crime and ignorance of this place like the mud in the gutter, stubbornly sticking to the city's glossy tourist areas, Stephen Strange, as a A foreign tourist attracts attention, but he is unaware of it.

It wasn't until he squeezed through the bustling crowd that he realized someone was following him.

There were four people in total, one of them blocked him, and the other three surrounded him, blocking the way he came.

"I have no money." Stephen Strange raised his hands helplessly, "Not a penny."

"Watch," said the man in front of him. At least they were speaking English, which made Stephen Strange feel a little indescribable. However, he would rather he didn't understand this sentence. One of the men had already taken out a broken and small dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with fake jewelry made of plastic, which was exactly the same as the so-called souvenirs sold by roadside vendors. "Bring the watch." The man stepped forward and repeated, "Give it to me!"

"No, please, this is the only thing I have left."

But these gangsters didn't care about his pleas. Stephen Strange could only stretch his hand to his wrist, as if preparing to take off his watch. However, at this moment, some uncontrollable emotion surged from the bottom of his heart to his throat. The despair he encountered in New York before, the confusion and gloomy future he encountered in Kathmandu screamed in his throat, urging him to resist. Anger fell from the sky, and Stephen Strange chose to obey. He would not be robbed in a dark alley like a tourist underground. Just when the gangster stretched out his hand to take away the watch hanging on his finger, Stephen Strange Strange punched the man in the face.

Not only did this punch have no effect, his hand was in severe pain. The finger bones that were barely fixed together immediately staggered. The pain that rushed to his brain instantly made him unable to care about anything. The gangster who was slapped responded angrily and kicked Stephen Strange hard in the stomach who was lying on the ground in uncontrollable pain. Other gangsters also gathered around and took away He picked up the watch that had fallen aside, then surrounded him and punched and kicked him. One of them even kicked him on the chin.

Until the man wearing a black and green hooded cloak appeared. He dodged all the attacks just like in the movie, and during the fight, he smashed his fists and elbows on the gangster's skinny body. At that moment, Stephen Strange, who was lying on the ground and being severely beaten, was shocked far more than any moment in his past barren and boring life. The gangsters who robbed him smashed to the ground one after another, wailing incessantly.

The man picked something up from the ground and stood in front of Stephen Strange. He could only see the uppers of the man's shoes clearly. Then his eyes began to rise, and the man used his irresistible force to lift him up. "Are you looking for Karma Taj?" the man asked in an accent he couldn't recognize, "Really?"

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