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Chapter 320 The Supreme Master's Guide to Wealth
Strange slowly opened his eyes, as if struggling out of a long nightmare.

He blinked, and after a few seconds of blurred vision, a familiar face came into view.

He was a chubby man wearing a mage's robe and carrying a thermos.

Strange frowned and thought for a moment, then asked in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Are you Master Wang?"

Master Wang smiled and nodded: "That's right, we meet again."

Strange stared at him blankly, his mind flashing back to his last memories.

Didn't I already send it?

His last memory was of being pierced through the chest by Casillas with a magical spear.

Strange couldn't help but ask to confirm:
"Am I not dead?"

Master Wang shrugged: "Death is never the end."

"It was the Sorcerer Supreme who resurrected you."

Strange was stunned for a moment, then became excited:

"Supreme Mage!"

"Could it be Lord Roger?"

"Could it be that I have already arrived in Kamar-Taj?"

Master Wang smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "That's right."

"Welcome to the world of mages."

Strange's eyes widened, his face beaming with joy.

He sat up abruptly, looking around to make sure he had really arrived at the promised land he had been dreaming of.

But the next second, Strange suddenly noticed something.

How come I can feel my own hands again?

He looked down and was so shocked he almost dropped his jaw.

"Eh?!"

"Something's wrong!"

"My hands have actually recovered?"

Strange quickly raised his hand and examined it from all angles.

everything is normal!
His nimble fingers have returned to normal!
Strange was so excited he almost cried:
His career is saved!
His girlfriend is back!

Master Wang stood aside, watching Strange with the excitement of a child who had just received a new toy.

"This is the result of Lord Roger's personal intervention."

"In the process of resurrecting you, he also healed your hands."

Strange was deeply moved upon hearing this:
"Thank you, Lord Roger!"

"Thank you, Kamar-Taj!"

"Thank you, magic!"

Master Wang nodded in satisfaction:
"Now that you've recovered, come with me."

"Lord Roger wants to see you."

Strange immediately perked up upon hearing this.

The Venerable Master wants to see me in person?

This is a legendary reclusive master!

He nodded quickly and followed Master Wang with anticipation.

The two left the room, walked through a series of long corridors, and finally arrived at a magnificent hall.

In the center of the hall, sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

In the most conspicuous spot, a man wearing sunglasses was leisurely drinking goji berry tea while lying on a deck chair, basking in the sun.

Strange: "???"

Could this man be the Supreme Master?
Something seems off about the art style.

Master Wang respectfully said, "Lord Roger."

Strange's eyes widened.

Is this really the legendary Supreme Master?

Shouldn't it be an old man with a white beard?
Why does he look like a lazy bum who just got out of bed?

But Strange suppressed his shock and bowed respectfully:
"Thank you for saving my life, Your Holiness the Sorcerer."

Roger took off his sunglasses and glanced at him:
"You are Strange."

Strange nodded repeatedly:

"That's right, I am Strange."

"Thank you for giving me a new life."

"Thank you for giving me back my hands."

Roger listened and nodded: "No problem."

"Remember to pay your debts."

Strange: "???" Paying off debts?
Do we still have debts to pay off?
He was completely confused.

Shouldn't these senior figures be the kind who are noble, selfless, and unassuming?
Why would you charge money?

What currency do mages use?
What is the exchange rate between China and the US dollar?
Roger, seeing his shocked expression, asked:
"What, do you think there's such a thing as a free lunch?"

"What do you think I resurrected you for?"

"Is it to spread love and peace?"

"Do not."

"It's for generating revenue."

“We at Kamar-Taj are for-profit organizations, not charitable foundations.”

Strange: “…”

He suddenly realized a problem:
I didn't join any charity.

He went to a private medical institution run by a monk.

Roger continued, "The resurrection cost is $400 million, the physical regeneration cost is $20 million, and the soul return service is $80 million."

"In total, it amounts to five hundred million US dollars."

"Round it down to one hundred million US dollars."

"Installment payments are supported, but the interest rates are relatively high."

Strange was completely devastated.

"What?"

Why do we round down when we round a zero?

"How did it suddenly become a billion?"

"Is this even human language?"

“I don’t understand at all!”

He couldn't help but say, "Sir Roger, I don't have that much money on me."

"My credit cards have been frozen now."

"Could you give me a discount?"

Roger listened and smiled slightly: "No problem."

"You can pay off your debts gradually."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly.

The next second, Master Wang took out a very ancient-looking parchment scroll that exuded an eerie aura from somewhere.

He carefully placed it in front of Strange.

Strange looked down and his heart skipped a beat.

This thing looks exactly like some kind of demonic contract.

Although he had never seen the text before, he was able to understand it miraculously.

He read it aloud, word by word: "Dark Dimension Entry Contract?"

"What is this?"

"Doesn't this sound a bit like a contract from hell?"

Upon hearing this, Roger frowned and immediately reprimanded him:
"Your Majesty, you are too careless!"

"How did you manage to get the wrong slave contract?"

Master Wang quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake:
"Sorry, I've been busy organizing files lately, so I might have mixed them up."

Roger raised his hand and wiped the scroll, and the text on it instantly changed.

The original Dark Dimension initiation contract has been changed to a Kamar-Taj initiation contract.

Strange looked completely bewildered: "Only four words were changed?"

"What's the difference from before?"

"And what did you just say?"

"Slave contract?"

Roger waved his hand and said casually, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"They're all contracts anyway."

"The content is about the same."

Strange could only suppress his doubts and begin to carefully review the Kamar-Taj employment contract.

When he looked at the results, he was genuinely surprised.

The contract content looks quite normal:
Nine to five, five days on, two days off.

He frowned as he looked at the terms, growing more and more puzzled the more he read:

"If the content is so normal, why is it called a slave contract?"

Despite his many questions, Strange signed his name.

The moment he signed his name, the pattern on the edge of the contract seemed to move slightly.

(End of this chapter)