Kathmandu is the most prosperous city in Nepal, but the temperature difference between day and night, the violent incidents against foreigners and a series of crimes caused by poverty have made the city's regional security and living environment, except for a few tourist places where foreign tourists gather, and the quality of water can cause people to suffer from illness. The Kama Taj's facade is located on the edge of the Hindu temple group in southeastern Kathmandu. In addition, the secret wizards will go out to clean from time to time, so the environment is still clean. The gangs formed by local poor people are also afraid to come here to disturb due to blind respect for religion.

For Stephen Strange, every corner of Kathmandu was terrible. The whirlwind of dust whirlwinds blew in the city when the dry season approached. Every night after he returned to the hotel, he had to work hard to clean it with his disabled hands to ensure that he could wear it the next day. As for his messy hair and beard, he was rinsed with water and maintained his last decentness. He wandered aimlessly in the temple group for several days, occasionally catching a passerby who could understand English to ask about Kama Taj without gain. His property was also stolen by local children surrounded by foreign tourists several times. If he had not paid the accommodation fee long ago, he would probably have been sleeping on the streets the day after he arrived in Kathmandu.

Although before he came here, he had made up his mind to knock on every door in Kathmandu until he found Kathmandu, the situation now made him increasingly desperate. He had little money left, and the air ticket to Kathmandu from New York was also Christine's last gift. If he wanted to return to New York, he had to ask for help from the embassy. "I don't know if there is an American embassy here." He complained while dragging his tired legs and walking along the abandoned religious complex, "I'm afraid I'm going to die here."

"Why are you standing here all the time?" asked Sherlock Holmes.

After he woke up, he only saw the Supreme Master, and then the Venerable arranged for him to be a mentor. He had not seen any magic for half a month. His daily life was either reading books or learning all kinds of lost words. Today, Modu's strange behavior forced him to be curious. He had never seen Modu not instructed him to clean the square or wipe the tables and chairs for a day, but stood at the door of the temple, as if he was waiting for someone. Sherlock Holmes said the result of his observation, "The blood on the knuckles can tell who you went out to beat, but you are definitely not waiting for the unlucky guy who was beaten up by you."

"I'm very smart. I've taught a few gangsters a lesson." Modu had a cold face, "I hope they can finish the work."

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

His learning progress was rapid. He regarded the Supreme Master's action of asking him to look directly at the outer dimension as a dream. Even though this dream caused him to have an epileptic seizure and had to lie in bed to recuperate, Sherlock Holmes remained skeptical. If it weren't for the regular search of cult contraband from Latovigna, Sherlock Holmes would have escaped long ago.

He had tried it, but every time he would return to his room for no reason, and when he found out, it was the next day's morning class time. Modu didn't care whether he was running around Kathmandu in Kathmandu the night before. He would only ask Sherlock Holmes to continue completing the morning mission. After a few times, Sherlock Holmes, who was not sleeping enough, gave up running blindly because he couldn't help falling asleep after dinner.

"A new apprentice." Modu replied. He opened the door and looked outside for a few more glances, then closed one eye. "Hey, he's gone further and further! Those little gangsters didn't follow him at all!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Sherlock Holmes. "Are you using a drone?"

"Silly!" Modu became more and more angry when he thought of two such stupid apprentices. However, he took a deep breath and used the scriptures and prayers he had studied for many years to stabilize his emotions. Salomon was the most powerful secret wizard ever in Kama Taj, but before becoming a secret wizard, he was also the most noisy apprentice in Kama Taj's history. Although Modu didn't control him much in the past, he was more than enough to deal with two stubborn and stupid apprentices. "You are waiting here, and if someone knocks on the door, you come and open the door. Do you understand?"

"Where are you going? Why do you still bring a pistol?"

"It's not your business!" Modu was so angry that he was embarrassed. In order to avoid showing magic in front of ordinary people, a pistol is a good choice. Before pushing the door and leaving, he still said, "Wait here!"

Sherlock Holmes shrugged and continued to bow his head to clean the granite square that could never be wiped out.

The result of the vague instructions is to get lost. Stephen Strange didn't know how many routes he had deviated from the passers-by. To be precise, the passers-by who guided him did not know where his destination was. Not many people in Kathmandu had heard of Kama Taj. After all, it was just a storefront that never held events and did not welcome tourists. Stephen Strange knew that today was also a day without gaining anything, and he had been mentally prepared to return empty-handed - however, he had lived in the wealthy New York area for too long, Stephen Strange's

Subconsciously, all parts of the world are as safe as wealthy areas. Whether it is abandoned buildings that deviate from tourist attractions or fewer foreign tourists, they are showing that Stephen Strange has gradually penetrated into the civilian living areas of Kathmandu. The lack of public infrastructure, poverty, lack of education, police corruption and other reasons have caused the place's evil and ignorance to be like mud in a gutter, stubbornly stuck to the city's glamorous tourist area. Stephen Strange is very noticeable as a foreign tourist, but he has no idea about it.

It was not until he squeezed through the bustling poor that he found someone following him.

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

"I don't have money." Stephen Strange raised his hands helplessly, "Not a single point."

"Watch." said the man in front of him. At least they spoke English, which made Stephen Strange feel a little unexplained for gratitude, but he would rather not understand the sentence. One of them had already taken out a broken and small dagger, with fake jewelry made of plastic embedded in the handle of the dagger, exactly the same as the so-called souvenirs sold by roadside vendors. "Get the watch." The one walked forward and repeated, "Give it to me!"

"Don't, please, I'm the only one left of this watch."

But these gangsters didn't care about his plea. Stephen Strange could only reach his hand to his wrist, as if he was 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 had encountered in New York and the confusion he had encountered in Kathmandu had been dark. The future was screaming in his throat, urging him to resist. Anger fell from the sky, and Stephen Strange chose to obey. He would not be foolishly robbed in the dark alley like a tourist underground. Just as the gangster reached out to take away the watch he hung on his finger. Stephen Strange punched the man in the face.

Not only did the punch have no effect, his hands were also painful, and the barely fixed finger bones immediately staggered, and the pain that rushed to the brain instantly made him carelessly. The gangster who was slapped in anger and kicked Stephen Strange, who was lying on the ground because of the uncontrollable pain, also surrounded him and took away the watch that fell aside, then surrounded him and punched him, one of them kicked him on the chin.

Until the man in a black and green hooded cloak appeared, he avoided all attacks as he did in the movie, smashing his fists and elbows on the thin body of the gangster in the fight. At that moment, Stephen Strange, who was lying on the ground and being beaten, was shocked far more than at any moment in his past barren and boring life, and the gangsters who robbed him hit the ground one by one, wailing endlessly.
Chapter completed!