The hand flew out, causing a series of sparks to hit the smooth metal ground.

"Snapped!"

The emerald green shield blocked the attack, but not in front of Schiller, but in front of Master Andrew's body.

Schiller turned to look at Strange. Blood was pouring out of his mouth. Schiller walked towards him and reached out to hold his shoulder to open his breathing passage.

Strange was lying flat on the ground, and the ceiling in his field of vision became blurry. He felt that he might have been lifted up by Schiller, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him. Schiller was standing in front of his bed, and his face could not be seen clearly against the light.

"I don't think you have any need to quarrel with me, sir." Schiller's tone was as soft as chanting.

Strange endured the pain in his chest but also chuckled and said, "I don't like you, can't I?"

"Can you give me a reason?" Schiller sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms on his legs, turned to look at Strange and asked, there was no anger in his tone, only a slight curiosity.

Strange closed his eyes gently and said in a dry voice: "You are not a human being, you are just a monster in human skin. You should get out of this body and return him to Schiller."

"Quite right, Mr. Strange."

Strange opened his eyes and looked at Schiller in disbelief as he stood up again.

Did he just hear joy in the monster's tone? Why didn't he feel angry?

"Miss Pamela will come up soon to treat your injury, but as an apology, I must invite you to stay for the banquet tomorrow night. You will like it."

"I have no interest in the carnival of beasts that eat hair and drink blood." Strange closed his eyes.

"That just so happens that the theme of this party is 'people.'" Schiller looked down at Strange and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Supreme Mage."

happy
Chapter completed!