Marvel Person: You call this a sorcerer?

Chapter 209 Agatha Christie

Ronan slowly turned his head and glanced at the person who had come behind him.

The newcomer was an elderly man with a full head of white hair. Although he was thin, he looked very upright, and his bright eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

In addition, he was wearing a very retro suit and a vintage pocket watch hanging on his chest.

He looks just like the old gentleman in the story.

This seemingly ordinary old man made Ronan sense the aura of a powerful figure.

This person is not simple.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, because his appearance caused the atmosphere on the entire second floor of the bar to become solemn.

"Mr. Kyle."

To Ronan's surprise, when Mr. Kyle appeared, everyone else on the second floor, whether sitting or standing, showed signs of tension.

Even the few unruly drunkards became quiet in that instant.

The burly, bearded man who had just wanted to have a one-on-one duel with Ronan was now completely silent.

This person seems to be very respected in the area.

"Alright, it's so late, hurry home and take care of the kids."

"As for you guys, come here to help out for the next month, and that will be considered an offsetting of the money you borrowed."

"This will also teach you a lesson; not just anyone can let you do whatever you want."

The old man named Kyle waved his hand, as if shooing a group of children home.

No one dared to say anything about his decision, not even the burly man with the thick beard who had lost the most; he could only obediently follow the crowd downstairs.

Soon, the entire bar was emptied out, and even the bartenders and waiters disappeared without a trace.

Only Ronan and the old man remained in the entire bar.

"Kelshaw".

"The person in charge here."

The old gentleman extended his right hand.

His name sounded very ordinary, but his words made Ronan think.

"Are you referring to this bar, or this town?"

Ronan also extended his right hand, looking at Kelshaw in front of him.

He smiled, shook hands, and said with a smile, "You can interpret it however you like."

His words were practically an admission of what Ronan had said earlier.

The person in charge of this town...

Ronan narrowed his eyes and put his right hand back into his pocket.

"Looks like I've found the right person."

As he spoke, Ronan's thoughts were racing.

This town is indeed strange.

"I don't know who you're looking for. You can take all these chips. I'm old now and don't want to get involved in many things anymore."

"What I can guarantee is that you can leave this town safely, and they won't follow you."

Kelshaw looked at Ronan, still with the same expression.

Ronan inwardly curled his lip in disapproval.

Kelshaw clearly knew Ronan possessed extraordinary power, yet he still claimed they could safely leave the town.

Was he looked down upon by Ronan, or did he think that doing Ronan this favor would make Ronan back down?

"If I want to make money, why not go to Las Vegas?"

"You say you don't want to get involved in the conflict, but in reality, your background makes it impossible for you to escape."

Ronan shook his head. He didn't believe Kelshaw was telling the truth, and for a simple reason.

This town has always been protected by magic.

Based on this alone, Ronan could conclude that there was definitely some huge secret in this town.

Otherwise, things wouldn't have come to this.

"What exactly do you want?"

Kelshaw frowned; this was the first time he had ever shown such an expression.

Ronan smiled, opened his mouth slightly, and uttered a name.

"Agatha Harkness".

Upon hearing the name, Kelshaw's face immediately showed a look of shock.

He really knew this person!

How do you know her?

This was Kelshaw's instinctive response.

The reason is simple: this name hasn't been mentioned for hundreds of years.

In Kelshaw's eyes, everyone who knew this person should be dead.

In fact, if it weren't for the "story" passed down from his ancestors being so vivid, he would have thought this person was fictional.

"I come from Kamar-Taj."

Ronan said just this one sentence.

If the other party is a family with a long tradition, especially a family with a tradition of magic, they will definitely have heard of this name.

Sure enough, when he heard the words "Karmar-Taj", Kelshaw's face showed a look of understanding.

It's clear that he knows this place.

"So you come from Kamar-Taj, the holy land in the eyes of the sorcerers."

"You're so young, and you're already the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Kelshaw looked at Ronan, seemingly with a pointed remark.

Ronan smiled at his probing.

This level of probing was merely to find out Ronan's true identity.

Most sorcerers familiar with Kamar-Taj would know that there is currently only one Sorcerer Supreme in Kamar-Taj.

That was the Ancient One.

"You don't need to do any more pointless probing."

"I am not the Sorcerer Supreme. The current Sorcerer Supreme is my teacher, the Ancient One."

Ronan shook his head; he didn't want to play games with this person anymore.

Because he still has a lot to do.

"A disciple of the Ancient One..."

Kelshaw narrowed his eyes, clearly aware of the special significance of the title "teacher".

Logically speaking, all the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj learned from the Ancient One, and they should all call the Ancient One their teacher.

However, over the years, the Ancient One has never taken on a single disciple, and the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj refer to her as the Ancient One or the Supreme One.

Now, this young man in front of me calls Gu Yi "teacher".

Kelshaw was aware of the weight involved.

"It seems the Ancient One has taken on a good disciple."

"But I've heard that the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj don't interfere in earthly affairs."

Kelshaw looked at Ronan.

Ronan also understood the implication in his words.

The meaning is simple: Kamar-Taj doesn't usually deal with these things, so what are you doing here?

"I told you, I'm here to find someone."

"Agatha Harkness, and..."

"The copy of the Dark Tome in her possession."

Ronan glanced at Kelshaw and then stated his purpose.

His meaning was quite clear: this matter also falls under our jurisdiction.

Kelshaw sighed when he heard about the Dark Book.

Because this involves this, Kamar-Taj can handle it.

"Since you know this name, you must also know that she's no longer here."

"So, it's no use you coming to us."

Kelshaw sighed, as if he was helpless about it.

Ronan, however, didn't believe his nonsense at all.

A witch who has lived for hundreds of years, although the blood ties between her and the people in front of her are very weak, there is still a connection.

Ronan simply didn't believe they didn't know Agatha Harkness's location.

Indeed, Ronan guessed what was going on as soon as he learned Kelshaw's surname.

Because he remembered a name.

Sebastian Shaw.

One of the villains in the X-Men universe is a relative of Agatha Harkness.

To be precise, they shared a common ancestor named Abigail Harkness, who was a relative of Agatha Harkness at the time.

Therefore, from this perspective, this town might have been founded by Abigail Harkness and her people.

Having figured all this out, Ronan understood pretty much everything.

"I just want to know where she is, because once we in Kamar-Taj get involved in something, things won't be so simple."

Ronan looked at Kelshaw, completely unmoved.

Seeing Ronan's state, Kelshaw finally sighed and gave an address.

When Ronan heard the address, his face involuntarily darkened.

Because the address Kelshaw provided was none other than New York!

Fake!

So all that time he spent on planes and buses was for nothing?

Gan!

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New York, suburbs.

In a farm that looks completely ordinary.

This place is a farm that has no presence in the minds of the people of New York.

However, an old witch who has lived for hundreds of years lives inside.

Oh, Ronan didn't mean that everyone who has lived for hundreds of years is an old witch; he was just referring specifically to Agatha Christie.

As the golden, mystical gate slowly appeared on the farm, Agatha Harkness, who was busy inside the house, suddenly stopped her first farewell work.

She opened the door and stared expressionlessly at the ever-growing golden portal.

Soon, a very young-looking but extremely handsome young man emerged from the other side of the golden portal.

He's the kind of handsome guy who has at least eight girlfriends.

Ronan was slightly taken aback when he saw someone opening the door to greet him.

But soon, a smile appeared on his face.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Agatha Harkness."

Ronan looked at the other person with a smile.

Agatha Harkness looked at Ronan and finally nodded slowly.

"The Wizard of Kamar-Taj..."

"Although she is still far from being as good as the Ancient One, she is not much different from other girls of the same age."

Looking at Ronan in front of her, Agatha Harkness seemed somewhat emotional.

It seems he's envying the Ancient One?

Ronan, on the other hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Is this a compliment?

Hmm... I guess I should count?

After all, the Ancient One must have been very strong back then.

So her statement was probably a compliment... right?

"I have always followed the Ancient One's instructions not to summon extraterrestrial evil gods or to cast dark magic on ordinary people."

"What I don't expect is that now she doesn't even want to monitor me personally anymore, but instead sends a junior to do it?"

"Is she looking down on me?"

Agatha Harkness narrowed her eyes, and an inexplicable aura rose from her body.

Ronan, however, twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Agatha Harkness with a hint of helplessness.

Why do you people all like to make things up in your own minds?

It's one thing to make assumptions, but why won't you listen to explanations? What does it mean to start a fight at the slightest disagreement?

What, are you looking for a beating?

Of course, as a person with good upbringing, Ronan would never say these things out loud.

Yes, it's just a matter of politeness, nothing else.

"You've misunderstood. I'm not here to spy on you, nor am I here on the orders of the Ancient One."

"I've come to see you because there's something else I need to discuss."

Ronan shook his head, quickly interrupting Agatha Harkness's daydreaming.

He was afraid that if the other person continued to imagine things, Ronan's ending would be like that of a novelist's protagonist in his previous life, dying in a variety of ways.

Especially since the novelist from her past life shared the same name as this old witch in front of her.

That's even more terrifying.

"Anything else?"

"Gu Yi has never taken on any disciples over the years, but her fate seemed to have changed slightly more than a decade ago."

"Considering your age, the changes you've undergone over a decade ago are probably because of you, aren't they?"

Agatha Harkness looked at Ronan with a magical light.

That one glance seemed to be trying to see right through Ronan.

However, before Ronan could cover his groin, Agatha Harkness suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His expression instantly became somewhat listless.

She looked at Ronan with an incredulous gaze, as if he were a monster.

Ronan, however, was secretly pleased.

You old witch, how dare you try to peek at this young man's alluring body! How shameless!

Live it!

After his experience in the Dark Dimension, Ronan roughly knew what secret he was hiding.

If Ronan still pretends not to know at this point, then he should be labeled a "fool".

That's why he took the initiative to let Agatha Harkness see it.

See? Curiosity can kill not only kittens, but it can also kill you, you old witch.

"How is this possible? How could you...?"

Agatha Harkness was still somewhat incredulous.

In that one glance, she seemed to see boundless darkness.

Kamar-Taj, which claims to have been fighting against the Dark Dimension, why would there be such a monster there?

What exactly is the Ancient One up to?

"So I'm curious, what exactly did you see?"

Ronan looked at Agatha Harkness with the curiosity of a child.

Seeing him like this, Agatha Harkness was so angry that she almost spat out blood again.

Could it be that Gu Yi sent this despicable person specifically to anger her to death?

"Speak your mind now, or you'll see if I can die with you in my arms!"

Agatha Harkness's face grew increasingly dark, and she even had an urge to turn around and leave.

She's getting anxious, she's getting anxious, she's getting anxious.

Ronan pursed his lips, swallowing back the whole string of witty remarks he had prepared.

After all, considering that the opponent survived the self-destruction caused by the chaos magic, they might actually be able to pull off some tricks.

Ronan felt like he was losing out if he died together, considering how many years he had lived compared to the other person.

If Ronan dies with an old witch, does that mean his epitaph will say he died for love with an old witch?

Thinking of this, Ronan couldn't help but change his expression.

This must absolutely not happen!!!

"I came to you for a simple reason: I just want to know one thing."

"Where is the original Dark Book located?"

(End of this chapter)