Superman - 247 Chapter 247-Bald head, has always been a symbol of the strong

Not long after Casillas left the doorless bar, the Supreme Mage chose a successor, and the news spread across the entire magical world instantly, as if he had put on his wings.

This is equivalent to the CEO of the world’s top company preparing to retire, not planning to find the right person from the management, but openly recruiting from the outside world.

Suddenly, it was a sensation.

Regardless of whether it is true or false for the time being, its allure alone is enough to make people crazy.

Anyone who knows a little about the magic world and has heard of the Three Sanctuary and Kama Taj is eager to try, as if seeing an unprecedented precious opportunity.

Regardless of ability or qualification.

Anyway, it won’t be a loss to try, so most people have a fluke of “what if you get elected” and look forward to the start of the supreme mage battle for supremacy.

This is like buying a lottery. Before the draw, no one dares to be completely sure that he has won or missed.

For outsiders who don’t know the inside story or manipulate power.

The final result is like the poor cat in Schrödinger’s box, always in an unknown state.

So, when the news was detonated.

Even those third-rate mages who were at the bottom, only learned some Gypsy divination tricks, and depended on pretending to be fools.

They are all gearing up too, and seem to be eager to show off their skills, get the approval of Emperor Weishan, become the supreme mage, and reach the pinnacle of life…

Recently, the best-selling public magic book is no longer the “Master’s Study Guide: Three Years of Getting Started, Five Years of Success”, “How is the Master Made”, “The Master, the Devil and the Dog”, etc. Successfully learn color, or a bestseller of story nature.

Instead, it became, “The Summoning Ceremony: A Story Me and Mephisto had to Tell”, “Witchcraft Can Learn by Oneself”, “Deal with the Devil, One Hundred Things to Note”.

These titles look very bluffing, and the content is mostly unnutritious books.

What they have in common is the gimmick of “quick” and “shortcut”.

It seems that as long as you watch it, three days of high-level, five days of legend, within a week, you can hang the dimensional devil.

It is a pity that, as Luke said, there is no quick shortcut to the path of the wizard-the comparison is not in the discussion.

Those guys who are always thinking about making it to the sky often end up with the cheapest professional liars who harvest souls-the devil.

Of course, there are very few European emperors who have stepped on shit.

For example, Domam of the Dark Dimension.

This guy was just an unknown wizard before accidentally discovering the dark dimension.

By accident, he became the ruler.

After the passage of the past, a large group of mages were keen to venture into the strange dimensional world, and at the same time greatly enriched the recipes and appetites of alien dimensional creatures.

All in all, the battle for supreme mage is about to start.

As soon as this amazing news was released, it firmly attracted a lot of attention and enthusiasm.

Many planets outside the earth have received messages, open the market, place bets, eagerly waiting, analyze the final winner…

All kinds of good people came out to join in the fun and participated in this event in different ways.

As the focus of much attention, Kama Taj remained silent as always, neither making a statement nor making any actions.

“Pharaoh, do you have any coup for hair growth? I feel that my hair has fallen so fast recently.”

Strange scratched the back of his head, sparse strands of hair between his fingers.

As a doctor, he believes that he has a healthy schedule, a reasonable diet, and never stays up late.

Sleeping for eight hours a day, and actively exercising, the family has no genetic history of baldness or bald head.

It’s impossible to lose hair!

Is it because of too much pressure recently?

“If I did, would it be what I am now?”

Old Wang felt offended and said dullly.

His bright bald head is very obvious in the sun.

“I just think that you Orientals may have some unusual but effective tricks in everything.”

Strange chuckled.

He is a little worried about himself, that talent will be extremely smart in middle age, or the place surrounds the center-Mediterranean hairstyle.

Wouldn’t that damage the image?

Before coming to Kama Taj, Strange was also a low-profile version of Tony Stark, the unruly prodigal in love.

If you become bald, you really can only become a monk in this life.

“I suggest you ask, that… Superman. He has always been omniscient, and he is a big man who can talk to Gu Yi mage.”

Pharaoh looked at Strange, who was wearing heavy armour and walking fast, feeling the magic of Luke.

After nearly a week of hard training, Strange, who was originally a little thin, has become more burly, with strong muscles like hills on his arms.

In appearance, it looked like an Asgard berserker.

Just two days ago, in Kama Taj’s daily training class, Strange beat a mid-level mage with his bare hands to a full face and fell to the ground.

But the opponent’s several spells did not penetrate the defense of that special heavy armor.

Such achievements undoubtedly gave Strange a great deal of confidence, and it also prompted him to intend to continue running on the road of “melee mage” with an unknown future.

It also shows that the training conducted by Superman is indeed effective.

“What? Hair loss?”

A few minutes later, staying in the room, Luke, who was playing games online with Sol, was a little surprised.

He glanced at Strange in front of him, and thought to himself: Could it be that the other party really wants to become a punch mage?

“Ahem, that, Stephen, have you read the Old Testament?”

Luke cleared his throat and asked, feeling Strange’s hot gaze.

“Uh, no. I am not a religious person and I don’t know much about relevant knowledge.”

Strange shook his head. He used to believe in Franklin, which is banknotes, but now believes in the Trinity of Emperor Weishan.

None of them has anything to do with God.

“Well, there is a record in the Old Testament, Eliza-he is a Hebrew prophet.”

“One day when he was walking on the road, a group of naughty children laughed at his baldness.”

“So, Eliza secretly cursed the children in the name of the Lord, and suddenly two female bears ran out of the forest and killed the children.”

“Tell me, Stephen, what have you learned from this story?”

Upon hearing the question, Strange first looked confused and puzzled.

Then, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to come to my mind.

“You mean to say that malicious slander of others is actually a sin and will be punished?”

He answered like this.

“False. I meant to say that Eliza was ridiculed by children because of her baldness, but Jehovah did not solve his problem, but resolved the mocker.”

Luke said with a serious expression.

“This proves that even the omniscient and omnipotent Lord cannot save baldness.”

“…”

Strange looked speechless.

“I’m not bald yet.”

He muffled.

Luke glanced at the increasingly thinning hair, and said in a sympathetic tone: “Strange, it’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“Then what should I do?”

Strange suddenly panicked.

When people reach middle age, age increases and hair loss are two inevitable pains.

“Well, if you can’t refuse, then try to accept it.”

Luke shrugged and encouraged: “A bald head is a symbol of the strong. I ask you, Strange, does Gu Yi mage have hair?”

The latter shook his head.

“Then the first supreme mage Agomodo had hair?”

The latter continued to shake his head.

“That’s right. Anyone who wants to become a supreme mage must pay a painful price. Perhaps hair is one of them.”

Seeing Luke speaking convincingly, Strange was dubious.

On the one hand, reason told him that being a supreme mage might have nothing to do with whether he was bald or not.

But on the other hand, thinking about the previous two generations, and then thinking about my hair loss, I feel vaguely looking forward to it.

What if this is some kind of revelation?

Master Gu Yi once said that he was destined.

Could it be that I am suffering from the path of the Supreme Master?

“Stephen, put your worries about baldness aside, we should go to New York.”

Luke patted the other person on the shoulder, ignoring the tangled mentality of the guy who abandoned the medical law.

“Two days later, the first entry game will begin.”

“We should rush to the battlefield and get ready.”

Strange froze for a moment, then asked, “New York?”

“Yes.”

The corner of Luke’s mouth raised a curve, and he smiled lightly: “Congratulations, Stephen, you are back to the original starting point.”