Urban Pokemon: I Am The Ability Master

Bertocchi wanted to say a few more words, but he seemed to feel something, waved his hand, and pulled out a cane from the air.

The cane is black and shiny, with a silver Rhine lion head inlaid on the head.

Although the stick was of good quality, it did not match the style of Betoca's exquisite clothes.

Betoka held the cane, feeling its vibrations.

The chief of staff took Bertocchi's hand, pointed at him and strangled him.

Bertocchi smiled and let go of his hand. The Rhine lion rushed and strangled him. When it was about to hit him, it stopped in front of him.

"This is..." Strangely, he was at a loss to see the stick floating in front of him.

"Congratulations, Doctor Strange." "It seems that Morgan's Present has chosen you."

"What do you mean?" He was strangely confused, but he seemed to feel something.

"Some magic is difficult to control, so we inject it into the object so that we can use it freely." Master Modu said complexly, "Magic weapons are different. When they think you are ready, they will work with you You fought.”

To be honest, he was a little jealous of Leclerc's good fortune. Ancient mages always pay attention to him, even the mysterious Lord Bertocchi is no exception.

"It's different, but almost the same." "This staff, called Morgan Present, was made by a very unique old mage," Betoca added

"It increases the caster's spell affinity and strength, and you can use it as a melee weapon due to Warren Steele's precious synthetic metal and the secret silver from which it was crafted." Bertoca glanced at his staff and tapped The door hurts

"I...I don't know whether I should accept this precious Present. Mr. Betokar." Oddly, a little incoherently.

When he was the energetic Dr. Stephen Strange, a professor of medicine and science, there were many people who would try to please him and befriend him so that they could take advantage of him in the future.

He accepted all the adulation because his excellence was worthy of it.

But since he could no longer operate, his so-called "friends" left him one after another.

He was sad and sad, but he didn't give up.

"It doesn't matter. Magic weapons have souls. They will only follow the person they choose." Betokar didn't care about the gain or loss of the wand. It will be more important to make friends with unfamiliar doctors in the future. Besides, he really can't play with a wand. Watch him use his wand as a crutch.

"Thank you for your generosity anyway." Scrooge grabbed the stick that jumped into the air and thanked Bertocky again.

"Perhaps this is our destiny, Professor Stephen Strange." "I am also Stephen, Stephen Beethoven," he said with a meaningful smile.

"This is fate." Weirdly.

After saying hello for a while, Hickey gave Bertocchi his mailbox and left the square.

When he returned to his room, he calmed down his excitement a little. There are too many things going on. He needs time to calm down.

Speaking of time, I thought of the light in his hands strangely.

He picked up his broken watch and tried to get closer to the lamp.

These two intimate moments will merge and the watch will not recover until the light fades.

But there seems to be no other difference.

Strong picked up the watch and found a matching clock.

He found that when those clocks moved two divisions per second, his watch moved one division.

Ever since he put on that watch, every day

We have 24 hours more than everyone else.

The strange thing is that I don't know how to thank him. He helped him a lot when he was feeling down.

In any case, he will remember the same name, Stephane Bertocchi!

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"Really, Mr. Bertocchi?" The ancient mage looked at Bertocchi with complicated eyes.

I just told her to change the world, but a few minutes later, I acted on it and she couldn't stop him.

"Isn't it a lack of time and magic?" Bertocchi's face was innocent, as if he had just given him something.

Although he only gave away two things, as time passed, another magic weapon surprised the ancient mage. There is no guarantee that the future of strangulation will be the same as before.

"Okay, it doesn't matter. As for the children, if they don't follow the rules, fighting is a good thing. As parents, they should always be ready to correct their behavior." Betoka looked at the old mage, his face getting darker and darker, and he hurriedly walking around the fields.

But it doesn't seem to work.

The ancient mages really wanted to play games in the mirror space.

If the kids don't obey, beat them! If things were that simple, she could rely on strange behaviors to confirm whether they would affect future changes.

But in fact, she didn't see a strange future, only he could.

This may be because, in the future, Chi also inherited Agamo's eyes.

In the end, the ancient mage didn't intend to do this. Perhaps she was anticipating the possibilities described by Bertocchi.

Betoka was eager to say goodbye to the ancient mage and told her that she could always go to him if she needed help.

After that, he returned to the Black Pearl and asked Jack, who was worried about it, to drive the Black Pearl through ancient times

A mage summoned the gate and left the Taj Mahal.

After the ancient mage sent Betoki away, she finally walked into the mirror space. She tried to explore Bertocchi's future through Agoda's eyes.

But when she Cursed time, she saw nothing.

There is no past, no future, nothing, no possibilities.