Marvel’s God-level pupil technique Chapter 030

“The only future, how could such a thing happen?”

Sartre’s eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered this matter. The implications were not simple. Sartre seemed lost in thought, as if contemplating something.

“Alright, never mind what happens in the future, Ancient One, I hope you can teach me how to practice magic.”

Sartre cast aside the thoughts in his mind and looked at the Ancient One again. The future was still somewhat distant for him. His most important task now was to have the Ancient One teach him how to practice magic. This was the purpose of Sartre’s presence here.

The Ancient One silently looked at Sartre without speaking, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

After a long time, the Ancient One slowly spoke, “I will not teach you any magic, nor can I be your teacher, but Kamar-Taj is a sacred place for sorcerers. No one has the right to hinder a person who yearns to practice magic.”

The Ancient One left these words with profound meaning, then waved her hand, conjuring a golden halo. She stepped in and disappeared directly from the New York Sanctum.

The Ancient One left, but Mordo was the one responsible for guarding the New York Sanctum during this period, so he did not leave and remained in the New York Sanctum, standing in front of Sartre.

“It seems the Sorcerer Supreme is unwilling to take you as a disciple. As expected, it’s because your character is too malicious.”

Mordo, dressed in a monastic robe, scoffed at Sartre. Although the Geass ability that had been used on him was lifted by the Ancient One, the anger in Mordo’s heart had not been extinguished. Although his current magical attainments were not very profound, he was unexpectedly controlled by a child, which greatly annoyed Mordo.

More importantly, Mordo had always worshipped the Sorcerer Supreme, and Sartre had made him lose face in front of the Ancient One, which was what infuriated Mordo the most.

Facing hatred with a smile was something only a saint like the Ancient One could do, but he was no saint, so he naturally resented Sartre.

“Is that so? That’s not necessarily true.”

Sartre looked at Mordo with a half-smile. The Ancient One’s words just now seemed to be rejecting Sartre on the surface, refusing to teach him magic, but Sartre could tell that the Ancient One’s words had a deeper meaning.

Not teaching him magic, not becoming his teacher, this was unwillingness to be entangled with him in karma!

This should be the Ancient One’s thought, probably worried that something terrible might happen in Sartre’s future that would involve Kamar-Taj, so the Ancient One was unwilling to be entangled with Sartre in any karma.

But this was only the surface meaning. The Ancient One left a very meaningful sentence before leaving.

“Kamar-Taj is a sacred place for sorcerers. No one has the right to hinder a person who wants to practice magic.”

In other words, Kamar-Taj would not hinder Sartre’s steps. What if Sartre wanted to enter Kamar-Taj?

The answer was yes, she still wouldn’t hinder him!

So the Ancient One’s meaning should be: I will not teach you magic, but I will not stop you from entering Kamar-Taj. If you can learn magic by yourself in Kamar-Taj, then it’s none of her business.

This was the true meaning behind the Ancient One’s words!

“Interesting, it seems the Ancient One didn’t dare to hinder my steps too much.”

Sartre chuckled inwardly. He understood that the Ancient One was doing him a favor. If he could learn magic in Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One would turn a blind eye and not hinder him. However, Sartre also understood that this was due to the so-called future, so Sartre would seize this opportunity.

“Hmph, no matter what you’re planning, this is the New York Sanctum that I guard. Get out of here.”

Seeing Sartre inexplicably chuckling, Mordo felt a surge of anger, but he couldn’t make a move inside the Sanctum. Out of sight, out of mind, so he wanted to expel Sartre.

“Perhaps we’ll meet again.”

Sartre chuckled. He naturally understood Mordo’s thoughts, but he didn’t pay too much attention to them. After all, in Sartre’s eyes, Mordo was just a clown, nothing to care about. Besides, he still had some things to arrange before he could set off for Kamar-Taj, so Sartre left the New York Sanctum without looking back.

“Truly a strange child, but now I finally don’t have to see this annoying person anymore.”

Watching Sartre’s departing figure, Mordo murmured in confusion. In fact, he hadn’t fully understood Sartre’s conversation with the Ancient One, but he felt much better now that Sartre had left.

However, when he saw Sartre again in Kamar-Taj, his expression would be quite spectacular, but Sartre didn’t care at all.

On the other hand, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s analysis of the explosion had come out, so Natasha quickly took the report to Nick Fury’s office.

“Nick, the truth about that explosion has been investigated.” Natasha looked at Nick Fury with a solemn expression and placed the report in front of him.

“Tell me.” Nick Fury began to read the report while also having Natasha brief him.

“According to our investigation, this base should also be a Hydra base, and if we’re not mistaken, they should have detonated the entire base themselves.”

“Detonated themselves? They were probably controlled before detonating themselves.”

Nick Fury murmured. Before this report came out, he had already guessed the truth of the matter. This matter was most likely done by Sartre.

“Hmm, you guessed right, and we also found traces of a heavyweight figure inside.” Natasha quickly said.

“Who?”

“Whitehall!”

When Natasha uttered Whitehall’s name, the normally calm Nick Fury was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to recover.

“He really gave us a big gift this time. We originally wanted to dig out this old fox, but we didn’t expect him to finally fall into the hands of a child. This is truly laughable and exasperating.”

Nick Fury sighed and slowly spoke. Was this their dereliction of duty, or was Sartre too powerful?

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