[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

There are obvious traces of magic on the surface of the British gentleman's body. He is in the rain, but his clothes are not stained with water. In the carriage of the carriage that is about to be closed, sparks that seem to be traveling through space are fleeting.

"gentlemen--"

The British gentleman exuding a magical aura stopped Matthew and asked, "Is this New York, USA?"

"you are?"

Matthew looked warily at the mysterious British gentleman who opened his mouth to ask strange questions.

"I am a magician."

The British gentleman took off his hat politely, with a humble vocabulary and a haughty tone.

"Working in a circus?"

Matthew was dissatisfied with the gentleman's arrogance, and deliberately understood the magician as a magician.

The English gentleman felt a pang of dissatisfaction.

He told himself not to haggle over with the American country bumpkin who doesn't understand magic, raised his head, looked around, and asked again: "Is this New York, USA?"

"This is America, but it's not New York."

"how come……"

A rare perplexity appeared on the face of an English gentleman.

"How long does it take to get to New York from here?"

"It depends on what kind of transportation you take..." Matthew pointed to the classical carriage parked on the side of the road, "If it's a carriage, it may take several months."

"you……"

The British gentleman couldn't hold back a little, took out his pocket watch, took off the pure gold watch chain, and said to Matthew, "Take me to New York, and the watch chain is for you."

"This is—"

"Not satisfied yet?"

"New York is the home of the Avengers..." Matthew said, "I'm from Gotham."

"Are you from Gotham?!"

The British gentleman exclaimed.

It seems that even in the British Isles, which is far away from the ocean, "Gotham" is a resounding existence.

Matthew secretly thought...

The British gentleman made a difficult decision after a brief hesitation: "The watch chain is the deposit. When you send me to New York, I will give you the pocket watch as the final payment. Can you accept this deal, Gotham people?"

"Sounds like a sure bet?"

"This watch is a Victorian antique!"

"It turned out to be a precious antique."

Matthew pretended to be attracted by the valuable gold watch, and accepted the pure gold watch chain from the gentleman's hand: "I accept this deal."

"Let's go now, okay?"

In order to get to New York as soon as possible, the gentleman worked hard.

"of course can."

Matthew reckoned that it would take no more than two days to go back and forth from New York, so he rashly agreed.

Hearing this, the gentleman ignited sparks at his fingertips again, and carved a magical contract on the back of Matthew's hand.

"The magician's contract method..." The gentleman explained, "As long as you send me to New York as promised and let me see the Supreme Mage, the contract will naturally disappear."

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?"

"You don't need to know if I lied to you, because even if I lied to you, you have no way to verify it, do you?"

The gentleman smiled slyly.

The noble mage can't be humiliated by an American redneck, he has to get himself back.

Matthew: After looking at the magic imprint on the back of his hand, and confirming that it is a cover-up that can be blown off with a flick of a finger, Matthew can't help but have a deeper understanding of the good face of the magicians represented by the Supreme Sorcerer.

"Can you fly?"

"airplane?"

The gentleman froze for a moment.

Matthew: "You don't know about airplanes?"

"An iron bird that flies in the sky, isn't it?"

The magician raised his head haughtily, concealing his ignorance of the word "airport" with the grace of "I was just joking with you".

Matthew: "..."

[Respected and great master, please allow your cautious and humble servant to tell you something that you have probably already noticed. The gentleman in front of you does not belong to the 21st century. He has time in the [-]th century. residual. 】

A time remnant of the nineteenth century?

cross?

Matthew looked at the British gentleman again, and found strong time remnants in the gentleman's hat, cuffs, neckline, etc. From this, he determined that the other party was a British magician who traveled from the nineteenth century to modern times as the system said.

In the nineteenth century, Europe had not been torn apart by two world wars, the British Empire was about to reach its peak of national power, and the name of Queen Victoria resounded all over the world.

At the same time, the United States was a rural area in North America that had just ended the Civil War, with a lot of domestic waste waiting to be done, and a policy of political isolation.

No wonder Brits are so arrogant.

Matthew secretly thought...

But he soon thought that when the "Avengers" and "Gotham" were mentioned in front of the magician, the magician's reaction was very normal, as if he had always known about the Avengers, and he also knew Gotham's notoriety. palm.

"gentlemen--"

"What else?"

Can't you be satisfied with the reward of gold watch and gold chain?Insatiable Gotham people!

The gentleman sneered from the bottom of his heart.

Matthew smiled and said: "You don't belong to our era, but you know some words that belong to our era very well. Can you tell me why?"

"Are you a magician too?"

The gentleman's expression suddenly became serious.

Matthew raised his hand and drew a fire-splashing ring with his fingertips in the air: "I understand a little..."

"Uh..." A string of slang and yellow accents flashed across the gentleman's mind.

Matthew selectively ignored the gentleman's displeased expression, and looked at the gentleman politely.

A gentleman has to—

"Please address me as Professor Moriarty."

"Professor Moriarty?"

This time it was Matthew's turn to look surprised.

As we all know, Moriarty is the classic villain in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's "The Cases of Sherlock Holmes", known as the Napoleon of the criminal world.

"Yes, I am Moriarty, but not Conan Doyle's Moriarty..." The British gentleman paused, and added, "He created Moriarty after me."

"turn out to be--"

"As you guessed, I am from the nineteenth century, and I am a close friend of the supreme mage living in the nineteenth century. We are facing a huge crisis and hope to get help from the supreme mage of the 21st century...

'Avengers', 'Gotham', and 'New York' are all terms that belong to the 21st century that I learned from my best friend with the ability to predict before I entered the gate of time and space..."

The gentleman explained it eloquently.

It looks very natural.

Hopefully the Supreme Master of the New York sanctuary will receive this mystical visitor from the nineteenth century with the right attitude.

Matthew was thinking about booking two train tickets to New York. By the way, he asked Mize to help him contact the magician Zatanna who had a close relationship with his biological father John Constantine.

—He didn't think that the gentleman who called himself Professor Moriarty was telling the truth, although "Moriarty" was careful and impeccable.

……

New York, Sanctuary.

Stephen Strange looked at the bill and felt a headache.

"Why didn't my financial situation get better after becoming the supreme mage, and why did it get worse?"

"Because you are the supreme mage now." The mage king complained mercilessly.

Strange: "..."

He felt that it was necessary for him to tell the group of magicians who refused to engage in occupations such as food delivery and express delivery in order to force themselves, but remembered to send the compensation bill to the Sanctuary after every fight—

If this continues, there will be no money to dry-clean the magic robes of the supreme mage!

"Or I should transform the Supreme Sanctuary into my peripheral special store, focusing on love potions, peace amulets and various sanctuary peripherals, organizing a special tour of the sanctuary every week, and opening a signing event every month."

Strange, who was so poor that he couldn't pay this month's rent that he was so daring and hoped that the demons who invaded and attacked him "wrongly" killed his landlord during the battle, thought painfully, and seriously considered taking It is feasible to transform the sanctuary into a museum and subsidize the family with tickets and peripherals.

Poverty, you are the noose that tightens the neck of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Strange thought dejectedly.

Suddenly, he sensed a wave of magic.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and graceful magical lady appeared in front of Strange.

"I am Zatanna. Nice to meet you, Supreme Mage."

"Zatana?"

Strange quickly searched for information about Zatana in his mind, and after discovering that she was John Constantine's ex, he was very grateful that the polite and gentle Zatanna appeared in front of him instead of the notorious John Constantine Standing.

"Ms. Zatanna, what can I do for you?"

"I have a friend..." Zatanna paused. "His name is Matthew Fast Constantine, and he—"

"Constantine?"

Strange trembled all over: "Sorry, the Sanctuary does not accept any commissions related to Constantine."

"He is not John Constantine, he is Matthew Fast Constantine..." Zatanna explained helplessly, "I can swear in the name of my ancestors, Matthew is a very easy-going young man , he's not like John, and he's generous."

"generous?"

The DNA of the supreme mage who was strangled by poverty moved, and he changed his words instantly: "I believe that Ms. Zatanna will not lie to me."

"Thank you Supreme Master for trusting me."

Zatanna thanked Strange politely, and forwarded to Strange the information about the mysterious nineteenth-century English gentleman who claimed to be Professor Moriarty, which Matthew had sent her through Metz.

After reading the information, Strange broke out in a cold sweat.

because--

The previous supreme mage, Gu Yi, had grown into a super supreme mage who could confront the demon Dormammu head-on at least when the Great Fire of London broke out in 1666.

Until the beholders invaded the earth, the ancient one bound the beholders in his body and asked Strange to kill him.

and so--

Mr. Moriarty, who claims to have been teleported to America in the 21st century through the London Sanctuary by the Supreme Sorcerer of the [-]th century, is either lying or coming from a parallel universe!

No matter what the truth is, the world he guards is facing a huge crisis!

……

after one day--

Accompanied by Matthew, Professor Moriarty from the 21th century, who exudes a classical style that is incompatible with New York in the [-]st century, appeared on the streets of New York.

The people of New York are happy to hear this.

The curious young man even chased after him and asked, "Are you a new member of the Avengers?"

"Me? Reunion?"

There is a fleeting light behind Professor Moriarty's monocle.

Matthew smoothed things over: "He is an artist who likes classical British culture."

"Oh, so it's a street artist—"

The young people rushed away.

"Moriarty" was surprised: "They actually believe such a ridiculous explanation?"

"This is New York, one of the most prosperous cities..." Matthew said, "Besides, there are indeed many street artists in New York."

He pointed to the street performance artists dressed as French court guards in front of the subway entrance not far away.

"This is street artist..."

"Moriarty"'s expression became more subtle.

Matthew: "Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it."

The corners of "Moriarty"'s mouth draw out the perfect arc that has been carefully practiced.

There was a chill down Matthew's back.

After receiving Zatana's reply in advance, he took "Moriarty" across the street and walked straight in the direction of the New York Sanctuary.

Turned three corners and passed a deserted alley——

"Hey, sir! You look like Matthew Fast Constantine that Deathstroke mentioned! Are you from Los Angeles?"

A slender boy in a black and red tights entered the field of vision hanging upside down.

New York Neighbor Spider-Man is here.

Matthew was very happy to meet the little spider when he arrived in New York, nodded and said, "Yes, I am Matthew."

"really……"

Spider-Man excitedly took off his mask, revealing a youthful face full of vitality.

"I'm Peter Parker, everyone calls me Spider-Man, I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Matthew. Your story in Los Angeles, Deathstroke and Timberwolves have told me.

You are amazing!Did you come to New York this time to be invited by Avengers for an interview?I can't wait to fight alongside Mr. Matthew!My spider sense tells me that it will be a great experience to fight with Mr. Matthew..."

The enthusiastic but chatty Spider-Man can't stop talking.

Matthew listened patiently.

Even though he knew he would never be able to be part of the Avengers, not now, nor in the future.

"Ah! I'm so sorry for talking so much to myself again!"

Finally realizing that he had spoken for a full 10 minutes, Spider-Man scratched the back of his neck shyly, and looked at Matthew: "This is—"

"Moriarty."

The British gentleman took off his top hat and introduced himself politely and proudly.

Little Spider: "Moriarty? Is it Professor Moriarty in "The Detectives of Sherlock Holmes"? I have liked to read Sherlock Holmes' detective stories since I was a child, and I have a deep memory of Professor Moriarty. really have--"

"It is my honor that the character created based on me can still be liked by you hundreds of years later."

"Moriarty" obviously also found that the little spider is a chatterbox, and forcibly interrupted his self-talk.

Spider-Man froze.

Enthusiastic and pure, he didn't realize that he was interrupted by "Moriarty" and looked at "Moriarty" and Matthew purely: "Professor Moriarty in "Detective Sherlock Holmes" It turned out to be a character created based on you?"

"Yes."

"Then you—"

"Moriarty."

After speaking, the gentleman put on his top hat and motioned for Matthew to leave.

After saying goodbye to Spider-Man, Matthew led "Moriarty" out of the alley and knocked on the door of the Sanctuary in New York.

Snapped!

The moment his finger touched the door of the sanctuary, Matthew's body was pulled in by magic, and "Moriarty" was also brought in.

Strange, who received Zatanna's notification, sat on the sofa and waited for them.

"What would you like to drink? How about beer? Although most Brits prefer tea."

While speaking, Strange brought out two large glasses of beer that were frothy.

Matthew took the beer, and after confirming that it was the real thing rather than a magical illusion, he took a sip and turned to pay "Moriarty": "According to the agreement, I have brought you to the Sanctuary in New York, should you also— —”

He doesn't want to get into trouble.

Hearing this, "Moriarty" smiled slightly, and took out the agreed gold watch: "You deserve it."

"thanks……"

Matthew reached for the gold watch.

But Strange used magic to take the gold watch before Matthew.

The impoverished supreme mage stared affectionately at the glittering pocket watch, and asked "Moriarty": "Which universe are you from?"

"Supreme Master, you—"

Matthew tried to cut them off.

Strange asked "Moriarty" stubbornly: "You don't hesitate to travel across time and space to this world to seek my help in order to solve your troubles. Why don't you want to tell me the truth?"

"Mr. Strange, I'm an ordinary person. I don't want to be implicated by the magic world. Can you give me the gold watch now? This is the reward agreed between Mr. Moriarty and me."

Sensing that trouble is coming, Matthew decides to run away.

He even offered to reach out——

"Sorry, the key problem has not been resolved, I can't give you the key item."

Strange refuses to give Matthew the gold watch.

"Moriarty" also looked at Matthew with a half-smile.

Matthew felt a chill down his back again.

He decides--

However, it was too late.

Accompanied by the sound of "click", "click", the gold watch firmly held by Strange suddenly burst into intense white light, covering the three present.

When the white light disappeared, Matthew found himself transferred to the wilderness. There was no road, no internet, no cars, and the black woods not far away smelled of rot and mildew.

where am i?

Matthew asked the panel.

The panel, which has always been quick to respond to questions, but this time——

After making Matthew wait for a full 5 minutes, the white mist came out very reluctantly, forming long and thin words.

【Respected and great master, please forgive your cautious and humble servant Kespler for his negligent behavior. It’s not that Kespler is arrogant because of your trust, and he can’t serve you as cautiously and humbly as before. It’s really... …Yes Yes……】

What is it?

Matthew asked...

After waiting for about 3 minutes, white mist appeared on the surface of the transparent panel again.

[Respected and great master, please forgive your cautious and humble servant. The time and space you are in now is the past before your servant was born. Although your servant very much hopes to provide you with all-round services as always, but In this age when your servant has not yet been born, your servant is really...

You can only borrow the eternity of the main substances that make up the system, forcefully pass through the cracks of time and space, and send to you the information that your servant unilaterally thinks may be useful to the master...]

That's what happened...

He was sent back to the past by the mysterious white light that erupted in the Sanctuary of New York, and it was the past before the Kesipler system was born.

Looking at the limp white mist text on the transparent panel, Matthew fell into deep thought.

Fortunately, the main substances that make up the system have the property of being eternal and unchanging.

With this feature, he can continue to communicate with the system, but there is a long delay, and over-reliance on the system at a critical moment will be fatal.

Good thing I'm mostly on my own.

Matthew was very fortunate. While waiting for the system to deliver information that he unilaterally thought might be useful, he walked along the muddy path stepped by hunters and farmers, leaving the forest that was about to fall into darkness.

……

[According to the existing clues, your cautious and humble servant made a bold judgment, and your respected and great master is likely to be sent to the era of Professor Moriarty who claimed to be from London, England in the nineteenth century.The host now has three options:

The first option is the most reliable option, but it is also the most dangerous option - to find 'Moriarty' who caused all this and ask him to tell the truth;

The second option is to find Supreme Mage Stephen Strange, who may also be sent to this era, and ask him to find a way to send you back. Of course, he may refuse to cooperate;

The third option, don’t be found by either of them, and wait for your servant’s rescue through time and space…]

All three methods are unreliable.

Matthew pouted thoughtfully.

At this time, he was sitting at the lame oak table in the farmer's house, eating mushy beans, and his staple food was dry hard black bread that could drop maggots with a light tap.

However, even such poor food is the best a poor farming couple can offer their guests.

The huge productivity released by the industrial revolution led the British Empire under the rule of the young queen to glory, but it also pushed the bottom of the society, which was already struggling to live, to a dead end.

Poor people, no matter they are male or female, will be driven into factories by capitalists, and they will work day and night as vassals of machines until they are drained to the last drop of blood.

They even openly declared that employing child labor is a virtue.

Whether it is the eight-hour work system or basic labor safety guarantees, for workers in this era, they are all roads that have never been imagined.

Britain in the nineteenth century was so crazy.

Rich people go to hell when they die, and poor people are born in hell.

Eating unimaginably bad food for Gotham people from the 21st century, Matthew was full of emotion.

He wanted to give something of value to the farmer couple, but the only thing on him that could be called value in this day and age was Moriarty's solid gold watch chain.

However, the law and order of this era is also comparable to that of Gotham.

Instead of improving the lives of peasant households, the generosity of items of pure gold would probably kill them.

After thinking about it carefully, Matthew took out the watch chain, pressed the pure gold into the size of a shilling with ten times the grip strength of ordinary people given by the system, polished it smooth, and gave it to the farmer couple: "I need a set of clean clothes. In addition, I want to the City of London."