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

"Passers-by?"

"I have absolutely nothing to do with the whole thing."

Matthew explained: "If I hadn't sent a mysterious gentleman from nineteenth-century England to the New York Sanctuary to find the Supreme Sorcerer out of goodwill, I wouldn't have been sent to this strange time and space by time magic."

"Then you really..."

Jenny looked at Matthew sympathetically.

Vastra, the lizard lady, looked at Matthew with sharp eyes: "You think it was an unfortunate accident that you were involved in this matter, but in my opinion, it is an inevitable fate that you were involved."

"Madam can see fate?"

"My race has a certain psychic ability..." Vastra said, "I saw strange lines wrapped around your body, you don't belong to this world, you belong to..."

"Where do I belong?"

"You know the answer in your heart."

Mrs. Vastra smiled, and then wrote the clues found at the murder scene on the small blackboard, and asked Matthew and Strange to also truthfully report the information they had collected in the Whitechapel area in the past few days.

"We need enough intelligence to better solve the problem," Mrs Vastra said.

Matthew thought for a while, and revealed the secret that the Whitechapel might become a dark lair at any time, and added: "The anomalies accumulated in the Whitechapel are seriously beyond the normal range, and beyond my comprehension. With the wisdom of the lady, perhaps Find a reasonable answer to these unreasonables."

"Are you calling me a gauntlet?"

"I just want to know the truth."

Matthew smiled slyly, and picked up the black tea cup.

Strange raised his head, looked at Mrs. Lizard's face which was very different from that of a human, and said, "I have a question to ask you, but I'm afraid I'll offend you if I say it."

"Since you may offend me if you say it, think about it before asking."

Vastra picked up a pen, looked at the fragmentary clues on the blackboard, and teamed up with Jenny and Santa to discuss.

"The black hair sticking to the dead man's wound is definitely humanoid hair, but how can I convince those idiots in Scotland Yard that the serial murderer in Whitechapel may have an individual characteristic between a human and a dog Alien creatures in between?"

"Demon curse?"

Jenny suggested earnestly: "People in this day and age believe in the existence of demons."

"And then send out a group of trash who can only wave crosses and shout God to serve the enemy as a supper?" The Santa who looked like a potato laughed mockingly.

Jenny: "I'm just making a feasible suggestion! Don't always interrupt me with the behavior patterns of Santa people!"

"But your suggestion is really stupid!"

The Santar roared angrily.

Jenny was so angry that she raised her hand to—

"Honey, I suddenly want to eat a small cake made by you, can you walk into the kitchen for me?"

Lady Lizard spoke suddenly, "mediating" the simmering conflict.

"of course can."

After agreeing to her lover's request, Jenny glared at Santa again angrily, then lifted her skirt and walked towards the kitchen.

The dull Santa people didn't care about this, and laughed after Jenny left: "Earth people are really complicated and sensitive creatures."

"Starks, I want to remind you..." Vastra said seriously, "I'm also from Earth."

"Oh... ma'am... I definitely didn't mean to offend you..."

The Santa people who realized the trouble quickly apologized.

Vastra smiled and looked at Strange again: "Have you thought it through?"

"Think about what?"

"About your question that might offend me?"

"Uh……"

Strange took a breath and said, "As an ancient intelligent race that has lived on the earth since the Silurian period and left behind the remains of a great civilization, what do you think of human beings, a young intelligent species with a history of only a few hundred thousand years? ?”

"What do you think I should think of you?"

Lady Lizard asked Strange back.

Strange: "I don't know..."

"Don't ask if you don't know."

"All right……"

Strange, who made fun of himself, touched his nose.

Mrs. Lizard made a decision after targeted logical deduction thinking: "You are from the 21st century, and you have no identity or even non-existent people in Queen Victoria's time, right?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Robert from Scotland Yard came to me yesterday. He needs people, capable people from all walks of life. And you, as people without status, urgently need to find legal jobs that you can do without status..."

"Madame recommends us to Scotland Yard?"

"In your situation, you can only make temporary preparations, but this should be enough for you..." Mrs. Lizard said, "Solving the serial murders in the Whitechapel area is the focus of my current work. It is up to you to find out whether the mysterious person that the watch was given to you was brought back to Victorian England London by time magic, and to find a way to go back."

"I understand."

Matthew suddenly realized: "Madam intends to let us publicly investigate Professor Moriarty as a temporary police detective of Scotland Yard?"

"Professor Moriarty?"

Mrs. Lizard was visibly stunned: "The person who gave you the gold watch with time magic called himself Moriarty? The Moriarty in "Detective Sherlock Holmes"?"

"He said he was based on Moriarty in Sherlock Holmes."

"you believe?"

"I don't believe it, but I can't find Sir Conan Doyle to confirm it in person." Matthew said, "His soul has gone to heaven, and I am a resident of hell."

"Uh..." This time it was the Santa's turn to be dumbfounded.

Mrs. Lizard was very calm, and said: "Honey, you are right. This person who calls himself Professor Moriarty obviously knows that you can't go to heaven to confirm with Sir Conan Doyle face to face, so he is so blatant. Indicates that he is a prototype of Professor Moriarty."

"Will he be brought to this world by time magic like us??"

"I don't know." Mrs. Lizard said, "After all, I wasn't there when the accident happened."

"All right!"

Strange shrugged helplessly, and began to discuss the specific precautions for reporting to Scotland Yard with Mrs. Lizard.

"I'm very glad that I got a job at Scotland Yard under the introduction of my wife. It would be great if the salary is... a pound a week."

In the early days of Queen Victoria's reign, a weekly salary of one pound was a high income that the poor could not imagine. The male servants who served the nobles to eat and dress usually received an annual salary of about fifty pounds, and the annual salary of ordinary maids was often less than ten pounds.

Even among office clerks who have gradually developed into the white-collar class, it is difficult for senior male clerks to earn more than two hundred pounds a year.

What's more, Matthew and Strange will be working as temporary workers without a formal establishment.

and so--

Lady Lizard smiled when Strange expressed his wish to be paid a pound a week.

"My dear ..." she said, "if you can become a regular undercover detective, you will definitely be paid more than a pound a week."

The implication is that don't even think about temporary establishment.

"But investigations cost money..." Strange said, "especially when our enemies might be sheltered by a noble lord."

"This is..."

Mrs. Lizard smiled and said, "After confirming that there is a problem, Scotland Yard will reimburse you for the investigation expenses."

"But we've already—"

"Stax sent you a lot of pounds yesterday."

"All right……"

Strange died down.

He starts to miss his magic, and—

He remembered one thing.

Before becoming Gu Yi's disciple, he was unfortunately disabled due to a car accident, his hands were insane, and he couldn't even complete daily actions. It was magic that healed him.

Now, he's stuck in a parallel space where he can't get in touch with his magic source "Visandi", and can't use magic, but his hands don't change back because he lost the magic power...

"Magic exists in this world!"

Suddenly Strange realized.

Madam Lizard looked at him playfully: "Of course there is magic in this world, and the White Church is almost swallowed up by the power of black magic."

"No! Ma'am! You misunderstood me! What I mean is that I finally realized that I have not lost my magic power, the magic power is still in my body, I just don't know how to use it in this world!"

Strange became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes sparkled: "Find the right way to drive the magic power, and I will become the supreme mage again! Oh! It's great! It's so beautiful! It's too—"

Before he finished speaking, Strange fell straight to the ground.

Jenny, who returned to the meeting room with a freshly baked cake, hid her cane behind her back, with an innocent face: "Do you want some more cookies?"

Matthew: "..."

As the system said, Miss Jenny is indeed a strange woman who is proficient in various fighting skills and has abundant martial virtues.

……

That afternoon, at Lady Lizard's ancient divination hall, Matthew and Strange were introduced to Inspector Robert of Scotland Yard as talents: "Mr. Robert, I assure you with my divination ability that they are the talents you need most right now." .”

"But they look..."

Inspector Robert, who was fat in middle age and had a worrying hairline, squinted his eyes and looked at the two "talented people".

Strange on the left is over thirty years old, with straight and serious features, a mustache, hair combed meticulously, a high nose bridge, slightly elongated cheeks, and a thin body. He looks rather shrewd and capable.

Standing in stark contrast to Strange is Matthew standing to his right.

The young man had a handsome face that appealed to women, and indeed some immoral men, and black hair, slightly curly, fell loosely across his pale brow.

"He looks like an actor who earns money by accompanying noble ladies to eat, drink, have fun and play cards..." Robert said, "But if the mission requirement is to collect information from women, he is the best candidate."

In the end, Inspector Robert hired Matthew and Strange with a weekly salary of one pound and fifteen shillings, and promised ten pounds a month for reimbursement of detective expenses.

"I won't reimburse you for investigation expenses other than ten pounds, unless you give me extremely valuable clues and information."

"We're doing the best we can."

"very good……"

Inspector Robert took a draw from his pipe, and added: "You take a house in Whitechapel?"

"Yes."

"Then I will temporarily assign you to serve the ancient lady and assist the lady in investigating the recent serious serial murder case in the Whitechapel area."

"What if we find clues to other cases along the way?"

Matthew reminded with experience: "Mr. Inspector, you know that the Whitechapel area is a slum, and there are many people with unclean backgrounds living there."

"On this point, we follow the principle of more pay for more work."

Robert smiled slyly, and took out six pounds as an advance salary for the two: "Work hard, I am optimistic about you!"

"thanks……"

Matthew took his three-pound salary with a smile on his face.

Strange also looked thoughtful.

……

After sending Inspector Robert away, Strange's eyes fell on Madam Lizard's crystal ball: "About magic, I have a few questions that I hope Madam can answer..."

"Ask all you want, and I will charge you according to the situation."

Mrs. Lizard Vastra looked at Strange with a smile and reminded, "You will be reimbursed ten pounds per month."

"Ma'am, you..."

"I'm not obligated to do charity, am I?"

"Ok."

Strange stretched out his hands: "Many years ago, due to a car accident, my hands could not be used normally. After learning magic from the ancient one, my hands gradually returned to normal. Of course, once I lose the support of magic, my hands will recover immediately. As it is, it cannot be used, and it is like a useless person."

"so--"

"It has been several days since I came to this world, and I have been unable to use magic, but my hand has not returned to its original state because of the loss of magic."

Strange asked Mrs. Lizard wearily: "Ma'am, what's going on? What kind of power restricts me from using magic?"

"Why do you think that your inability to use magic is restricted?" Mrs. Lizard asked, "Could it be that your magic power has been misappropriated?"

"Misappropriation?"

Strange's tongue trembled.

He thought of a terrible experience after being taken away by Loki as the supreme mage.

To be precise, "Visandi" believed that Loki was more suitable than him to become the supreme mage, so he bestowed the status of the supreme mage on Loki who was passing by the scene.

After losing the power source of "Visandi", Strange, unable to use magic, soon became a tramp. It was not until Loki was tired of fulfilling the responsibility of the supreme mage that "Visandi" recognized Strange again. He became the supreme mage.

This time...

Could it be again...

Madam Lizard sensed Strange's excitement and joked, "It looks like you've found the reason."

"Yes, I probably know what's going on." Strange gritted his teeth.

Damn Emperor Weishan!

Change your mind!

Bitchi!

"Now that the reason has been found, let's find a way to solve the problem." Mrs. Lizard said briskly, "I don't want my assistants assigned by Scotland Yard to be useless."

"Uh..." Strange told himself to calm down, and getting back the magic was the top priority.

"Maybe we should go to the Whitechapel to investigate again." Matthew suggested, "There is too much black magic accumulated there."

"Yes, so do I—"

"Do not……"

Mrs. Lizard interrupted the two of them and took out a beautifully decorated envelope: "It is your job tonight to attend Earl Charlie's birthday concert for his son."

"Lord Charles?"

Both Matthew and Strange, who had just arrived, looked bewildered.

"Yes, Count Charles."

Mrs. Lizard picked up Earl Gray tea and took a sip: "His ancestor served Queen Elizabeth at sea. He was commended by the queen for his outstanding work. The son who studies music returns to China, and his father will arrange to work in the Navy Department next month."

"But what does that have to do with us?"

"Of course it does."

Madam Lizard put down her teacup and added slowly: "The music teacher of Earl Charlie's son in Vienna is from Prague, and his ancestors served the famous Romanian piercer—Count Dracula."

Count Dracula?

vampire?

Blasphemy?

dark magic?

Matthew's mind suddenly became active.

Strange has also heard about Count Dracula's name and deeds. In fact, he has fought Dracula more than once in the original time and space.

"There is a subtle overlap between different parallel time and space..." Mrs. Lizard said, "Time travelers know that it is easy to meet some people in parallel time and space, and they grow up with a friend or enemy in the original time and space. They are exactly the same, their backgrounds and even their personalities are almost exactly the same, but they are not the people you know. They don’t know you, and there is no trace of you in their lives.”

"Madame means—"

"The Count Dracula of this time and space is not the Dracula of your time and space, nor the Dracula of my time and space."

"I understand."

Strange accepts Mrs. Lizard's instruction.

Matthew opened the envelope, looked at the beautiful bronzing letters, and showed distress: "Madam, there is only one invitation letter in the envelope."

"A true aristocrat needs a valet, doesn't he?"

Madame Vastra smiled playfully.

Matthew and Strange looked at each other in unison.

Who is the nobility?

Who is the valet?

……

Finally, under Mrs. Vastra's suggestion, Matthew and Strange reached a consensus——

Strange, with gray hair on his temples and a tall and thin figure, played the role of Baron Ford who was invited to attend the birthday concert. clothing.

"The way you stand together looks like a perverted old man and a part-time lover's manservant."

Jenny joked mercilessly.

Of course, in the traditional sense, there is an intimacy between the master and his personal servant that surpasses that of the master and the servant. This intimacy stems from noble loyalty and has nothing in common with the immoral gay relationship.

Anyone who attempts to sully this noble relationship with homosexuality should be punished by law.

Strange also knew this tradition, and didn't care about the teasing of Jenny who broke up with her family because of her sexual orientation. He stood in front of the mirror and straightened his bow tie: "Do I look like a baron?"

"It's definitely a poser," Matthew said.

Mrs. Vastra reminded: "You are now a foreign aristocrat. When talking to them, you can use a foreign accent, occasionally mixed with some French or German, or even Latin, but try to avoid American accents."

Britain in the [-]th century looked down on the United States very much, and called their American relatives a bunch of redneck upstarts. Even American brides with a million-pound dowry could hardly get basic respect in the family of their declining but still honorable British aristocratic husbands. .

The British aristocrats look down on American brides, even though their aristocratic dignity has been maintained entirely by the dowry of American wives.

"As for you—"

Mrs. Vastra looked at Matthew with a smile: "You are now a personal servant, and you can't let yourself act like a little lover who is proud of you, although as far as I know, most of the personal servants rely on you. Host and hostess make extra money as lovers."

"Uh..." Matthew began to worry that he would be harassed by some arrogant old noble men at Earl Charlie's birthday concert for his son.

Of course, what is more likely to happen is-

……

"Are you that upstart Ford's valet who pretends to think his American accent is inaudible?"

At the end of the first music performance, Matthew was "ordered" to go to the drinks and snacks area to get drinks and cakes for Strange, who is now Baron Ford. The valet clung to him.

The servant looked at Matthew with unusually subtle eyes: "You don't look like a servant."

"But I-"

"Boy, don't pretend, we are all here."

The male servant said eccentrically: "It is our job to provide services to the master and prepare solutions before the master encounters distress."

"what do you mean--"

"There is a dignitary who is interested in your master's business, and he wants to meet you in private to hear your thoughts."

"I just--"

"He's a duke."

The servant reached out and patted Matthew on the shoulder: "A noble duke, he is interested in the business of your fake upstart aristocratic master. As a servant, shouldn't you be honored by your master?"

"I feel very honored."

Matthew is a good read with a straight eye.

The valet smiled and said, "You still don't understand what I mean."

"No, I understand what you and your honorable master duke mean, but as the master's personal servant, I cannot do anything that betrays the master."

"If your master orders you, will you obey it to the letter?"

"Yes."

However, the only Lucifer who is qualified to order me is not in this time and space.

Matthew added in his mind.

The male servant didn't know what to do, thinking it was Matthew's attitude, he turned and left.

Matthew also returned with drinks and snacks. Before he got close, he saw Strange talking happily with a handsome young nobleman.

Upon discovering that Matthew had returned, Strange immediately said to Matthew, "Matthew, salute His Royal Highness the Duke."

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Royal Highness."

Matthew bowed his head, pretending to be in a salute posture, looking at the back of the Duke's hand out of the corner of his eye.

Under the white silk gloves, the breath of hell is looming.