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M: TSIA Chapter 86: Mr. Sorcerer
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 11:55:03 +0000 UTC"You are fortunate, or… perhaps good people always receive rewards?" said the Ancient One with a slight smile.
Then, in an instant, something magical happened.
Like Apollo's arrow before, the bow slowly transformed in the Ancient One's hands. A golden light shone from within it, piercing through the ancient carvings on its surface. The light grew brighter, until the spectators watching were almost mesmerized by the beauty of this sacred artifact.
However, the Ancient One showed no signs of regret or desire to keep it. With a casual motion, the Ancient One tossed the bow towards Lance.
Lance quickly caught it, feeling how warm the object was in his hands, as if it pulsed with dormant energy.
"This is the Bow of Apollo," explained the Ancient One, their voice calm yet full of meaning. "This object can transform solar energy and fire energy into arrows with different powers according to your wishes. The arrows of Apollo themselves are inscribed with the rules of fire. As long as you hold this arrow, you can control countless fires with just a wave of your hand."
The Ancient One looked at him for a moment before continuing, "If both are used together—the bow and the arrows of Apollo—the power you can generate will be far more impressive… Use it wisely!"
"Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme!" Lance was so delighted that his smile widened. As expected, good deeds do indeed bear sweet fruit. In just a matter of seconds, Lance had received two magical artifacts in return.
On the other hand, Mordo stood with an unreadable expression. Mordo's jaw tightened, and his eyes stared sharply at Lance. However, it was not jealousy that filled Mordo's mind—no, Mordo was not the type to be easily envious. What made Mordo furious was the fact that this precious artifact was entrusted to someone he believed might not be worthy.
The Ancient One glanced at Mordo briefly and waved a hand calmly.
"Master Mordo," the Ancient One said gently, yet with authority. "As I just mentioned, Lance has left Kamar-Taj. Lance is responsible for his own actions. As long as Lance does not violate the established prohibitions, Kamar-Taj has no right to force Lance to change how he lives his life."
Mordo clenched his fists, his jaw hardening. However, after a few seconds, Mordo took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and stepped back.
"Yes," Mordo replied tersely.
Suddenly, another voice echoed among them.
"My name is Agent Phil Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I would like to—"
Coulson smiled warmly, trying to start a conversation, but before he could finish his words, the Ancient One turned to Coulson, giving a small nod and a slight smile. Then, without saying anything, the Ancient One began to draw a circle in the air with the tip of their finger.
A golden portal appeared, slowly spinning with sparkling mystical energy shimmering in the air.
"We have completed our work here," said the Ancient One calmly. "Let’s go back and practice!"
"As you command, Sorcerer Supreme!" Mordo and Tina replied quickly.
"Sorcerer Supreme, Sorcerer Mordo, Sorceress Tina... goodbye."
The Ancient One stepped calmly into the portal, followed by Mordo and Tina. In an instant, the portal closed, vanishing without a trace, leaving a silence hanging in the air.
Coulson stood frozen in place, his smile frozen as well.
"..."
That was really rude!
Even if they weren't interested in talking to him, at least they could have given a more polite response! Did they not even know how to make small talk?
Fortunately, there was still one person left.
Quickly, Coulson stepped forward, staring at the man who remained standing there.
"Mr. Sorcerer..." Coulson called with his best smile.
However, the man merely waved his hand without saying much.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed from a distance. A heavy motorcycle sped by, leaving clear tire tracks on the ground before stopping right in front of the mysterious sorcerer.
Without hesitation, the sorcerer mounted the vehicle, whether it was a car or a motorcycle—Coulson himself was confused about what to call it.
Then, the man glanced at him briefly and said casually, "See you!"
In an instant, the engine roared loudly, and the motorcycle sped away, disappearing into the swirling dust in the air.
Coulson could only let out a long sigh.
The night wind blew fiercely, causing the man's clothes to flap wildly. The motorcycle's taillight formed a dazzling arc of light on the wide road, then vanished in an instant, leaving swirling dust in the air.
Coulson, the good man who was constantly ignored, could only stand still, staring blankly at the spot where the sorcerer had disappeared. The smile that Coulson had been trying to maintain slowly faded.
Of course, as an elite agent experienced in facing various situations, Coulson would not lose his composure just because of this. He cleared his throat twice and then turned to his partner.
"Melinda, how are you doing?" Coulson asked, his voice remaining calm despite a hint of concern within.
Melinda shrugged her shoulders slightly, ensuring nothing was wrong. "I'm basically fine now," Melinda replied casually.
Coulson still wasn't entirely convinced. "Do you want to be checked out first?"
Melinda let out a small sigh, then answered firmly, "No need. I know my body very well."
"Alright." Coulson nodded. "Then lead the agents to secure the location. Make sure all the spectators of this magic show sign non-disclosure agreements and delete any recordings that were made."
What happened here was too mysterious and should not be made public. SHIELD had already begun to contain the news. Otherwise, with such a commotion, those fearless journalists would have surely flocked here by now.
"Understood," Melinda replied without hesitation.
However, before Coulson could feel relieved, a voice that was clearly unpleasant sounded beside him.
"Sorry, but my video data has already been uploaded to the main server. If you want to delete it, please contact Stark Industries' lawyer first," someone said in a casual yet challenging tone.
Coulson immediately felt a throb in his head.
How could Coulson have forgotten this?
