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

"Forehead……"

Strange was speechless.

He is so poor that even his magic has left him, and he can't afford any valuable trading items.

"Mrs. Vastra, we are after all Detective Robert sent you to support, shouldn't you sponsor us?"

"Your necklace is very important, as are all the items I keep in the divination hall..." Mrs. Lizard said, "Besides, you can't activate black magic at all right now."

"This one……"

Strange, who had been poked in the sore spot, was silent again, and turned to Matthew for help.

Matthew: Does this have anything to do with me?

For the sake of the Supreme Mage, Matthew spoke for Strange: "Madam, although he is useless now, as long as he recovers his mana, he will become the Supreme Mage protecting the earth again. You may need him in the future help."

"You want me to sell him a favor?"

"Our aim is to catch the serial killer who is rampant in Whitechapel, and to unearth the dark arts conspiracy behind this series of crimes."

"All right……"

Mrs. Lizard accepted Matthew's suggestion and took out a piece of rusty iron: "A real fragment of the Sword in the Stone, this trade item is sincere enough."

"but--"

Strange complained endlessly: "What we agreed to trade is a magic item that bears the evil beliefs of North American aborigines. The fragments of the sword in the stone are..."

"You can't just show your hole cards in the first transaction."

Lady Lizard smiled with experience.

Strange came back to his senses and took the fragment of the sword in the stone.

……

Earl Charles -

Like all those who deal with the black arts, he knows that the benefits brought by the black arts will eventually have to pay the price of the soul, but the easy success is too tempting, not to mention——

The family cemetery holds the relics brought back from the holy land of Jerusalem by the ancestors.

"If the devil comes to the door, I will kill it with a holy object!"

Charlie talked to himself in the mirror.

He arrogantly believes that the relic will shelter his soul, allowing him to take advantage of the deal with the devil and get away unscathed.

But is it really going to happen this way?

The valet who was discovered by Matthew wearing the inverted cross led a strange man in a black cloak and a golden mask into the study, standing one meter behind Charlie: "Master, the Marquis's envoy is here."

"understood……"

Charlie turned around and motioned for the Marquis's envoy to sit down: "Please tell the Marquis, the things he ordered me to buy are basically assembled."

"What do you mean by basic? How far is it?"

"It's still worse..."

"I need exact numbers."

"This one……"

Earl Charlie looked embarrassed.

The messenger sneered and said, "In addition to the items that you were told to buy earlier, Lord Marquis has a new explanation."

"Speaking--"

"Three devout and pure believers, regardless of gender, but they must be the most pure and flawless ones, with beautiful looks, no scars on the surface of the body, and fragrant skin, captured alive, without any damage."

"This...a pure believer who has no scars and exudes a fragrance...I'm afraid..."

Charlie felt it was an impossible task.

Even if all the nuns from the monastery and the monks from the seminary were tied up and inspected one by one, they might not be able to find a perfect sacrifice that met the marquis's requirements of pure and pious faith, no scars on the body, and a fresh fragrance from the skin.

"Can't find it?"

The messenger's voice was bloody.

Earl Charlie lowered his head: "I will do my best."

"Wrong! You can't do your best, you must achieve it!"

"But--"

"No but!"

After speaking, the messenger walked away.

The servant asked Earl Charles: "Do you want to—"

"Killing him is tantamount to confronting the Marquis head-on," Charlie said.

"But sir, we all know that the Marquis' request is impossible to achieve."

The valet reminded his master.

Charlie said: "The Marquis' request is almost impossible to achieve. Unfortunately, we have nowhere to go. We know that the end is hell, so we can only go on."

"Master, I..."

"Go to the Whitechapel area to look for prey. Although it is almost impossible to find a pure and flawless believer with a fragrant body that meets the Marquis' requirements, it can gather the flesh and blood of a sinful woman needed for the ceremony."

"Yes……"

The male servant bowed and bowed, exited the study, raised his head, and looked at the full moon in the sky——

Ow—

After a howling wolf, the male servant's body gradually twisted, his jaw protruded and elongated, sharp claws emerged from his fingertips, his ankle joints twisted, and thick and hard black hair grew on the surface of his skin.

He is a hybrid offspring of wolves and humans!

……

At the same time when Earl Charlie's valet was howling wolves, Strange, who had sensed it, put down the half-read "Shakespeare" and asked Matthew, who was studying Victorian men's fashions in front of the mirror: "Did you hear that just now?" What strange noise did you hear?"

"What sound? Describe it?"

"Forehead……"

Strange tried hard to recall, and described: "It's ferocious and sharp, a bit like howling a wolf, and there is a difference from the real howling of a wolf. It seems that the human vocal organs are trying to imitate the sound of howling wolves... Could it be...but... ...How could a werewolf be hidden in a slum!"

"Maybe his werewolf blood will only be activated under certain circumstances..." Matthew said, "As far as I know, there are many types of werewolves, some are born, some are acquired, and some are descendants of human-wolf hybrids."

"All right……"

Strange looked at Matthew enviously: "If I were still the one who can use magic, I would use magic to determine its approximate position when I heard a wolf howling."

"You will hear its sound, which shows that the magic power still exists in your body. You just temporarily lose control of the magic, and you have not lost the magic."

Matthew tries to comfort Strange.

After listening to Matthew's words, Strange suddenly felt that the future was bright.

"You're right."

Strange said, "I should try to get back to using magic now."

"Do you still remember the direction where the howling sound came from?"

Matthew didn't hear the wolf howl, so he was sure that the wolf howl Strange heard was the transmission of magic.

"I……"

Strange squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, and finally drew a circle on the map of London: "Here!"

"Sure?"

"Very sure."

"here it is……"

wealthy suburb……

Matthew tapped the map: "Sure enough, most of the nobles with a long history have shady secrets."

……

After half an hour—

Mary pushed the door anxiously and entered the room: "Mr. Matthew! Mr. Strange! I...I..."

"what's wrong?"

"Linda is gone!"

Linda is Mary's good sister.

"What's going on specifically? Sit down and talk slowly."

To calm Mary down, Strange pours her some wine.

Mary took the red wine and took a sip, finally feeling relieved.

"We all know that the devil is lingering in the Whitechapel area, and he only kills the girls who are soliciting guests in the middle of the night. So we go together to solicit guests at night, and only receive familiar guests... Although this way makes a lot less money, fortunately, we can barely live Sustain, but Linda...Linda she..."

Speaking of this, Mary burst into tears: "Linda's husband was crushed by the machine and broke his leg, so he couldn't work, and her child had a fever, and she needed money... a lot of money... If I had money, I would definitely borrow it all To her...but I...I..."

"When it was getting dark, one of her regular customers came to her and wanted to introduce her to a big profitable business, but she had to go to a place far away from here... We advised her to be more cautious, but she..."

"She accepted?"

"Yes."

"Do you know the regular customer who asked her out?"

"do not know."

Mary choked up and said: "We only know that man is her regular customer, and we all advised her not to go, but she...she is too short of money! She has no right to choose! We poor people always have no right to choose."

"this is not your fault……"

Matthew looked at Mary with pity.

Mary couldn't control it immediately, and burst into tears.

"Poor woman..."

Matthew sighed, walked to the wooden window, looked at the unfathomable darkness: System, I need you!Answer the message immediately!

1 minutes later--

【Respected and great master, your humble, cautious and loyal servant Kespler is always at your service——】

Why is there only a 1 minute delay this time?

Matthew asked the system.

He couldn't help but suspect that the 5-minute delay before was due to the system's deliberate neglect.

result--

【Respected and great master, if your humble, cautious and loyal servant Kespler tells you that the delay time across time and space has been shortened from at least 5 minutes to less than 1 minute because the great master's ability has been significantly strengthened compared to before, allowing your Servant, that is, I can sense you more easily and clearly, will you continue to be angry with me? 】

I just hope that time delays of less than 1 minute become the norm from now on!

【No problem, Master——】

On the transparent interface, the system happily agreed.

Matthew: After calming down, he informed the system of Linda's situation, and asked the system to immediately set up a London ghost monitoring network across time and space, and use the shortest time to find Linda, who is like a grain of sand that fell into the sea!

【this……】

The system rarely spit out a circle of ellipsis.

you can't do it

Matthew asks...

【Respected and great master, your humble, cautious and loyal servant Kesipler is willing to do everything in order to fulfill the master's orders, but to form a ghost monitoring network covering the entire city across time and space and to find a woman who doesn't even know her face Too……】

So still can't do it?

【Do not! 】

A large number of white exclamation marks appeared on the panel, followed by a long list of affirmative promises.

【Respected and great master, your servant is very happy to build you a ghost surveillance network covering the entire London across time and space and find Ms. Linda in the shortest possible time, but you must give your servant at least four hours to build, After all, your servant will use the future ability in the past before it was born...]

four hours?

Matthew raised his eyebrows...

He suspected that Linda's body had cooled down four hours later.

[Two hours?How about two hours? 】

No...

[Then... an hour!can not be less anymore!In order to meet the urgent needs of the master, your servants will do their best to wake up most of the evil spirits in London in just one hour, and form them into a monitoring network covering the whole city...]

In order to get Matthew to agree to the limit time limit of one hour, the transparent interface is full of rhetoric.

Matthew nodded in agreement.

result--

In the next second, a huge white heart-shaped image appeared on the transparent interface.

Matthew: I still need this guy to work for the time being, so I can only pretend that I didn't see through his little thoughts.

Matthew turned and said to the weeping Mary, "Do you have a picture of Linda?"

"photo?"

Mary froze...

Only then did Matthew realize that it was the nineteenth century, when the modern camera was just invented, and taking pictures in this era was a luxury hobby only for the rich.

The poor, let alone taking pictures, may not even have the opportunity to see the camera.

"Sorry……"

After expressing his apologies, Matthew took out the paper and pen, and asked Mary to describe Linda's appearance—directly mobilizing the demonic power in his body could have a drawing ability comparable to that of a sketch master in a short period of time.

Mary nodded, holding back her grief, and described the missing Linda: "Her hair is red and slightly curly, her eyes are dark green, with double eyelids, and her eyebrows are slightly higher and thinner than mine..."

According to Mary's description, Matthew quickly completed Linda's sketch portrait, and simply painted the eyes, lips, hair and other parts.

He showed the finished product to Mary: "Is there anything else that needs to be modified?"

"No! No need to modify! This is Linda! Almost exactly the same! Oh! Mr. Matthew, are you really not a graduate of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts?"

"I'm a failure."

Matthew said softly.

On the transparent interface that only he can see, the London sub-network entry of the ghost monitoring network named "London, England in the Nineteenth Century" is gradually appearing.

A few more minutes passed—

【Hello--】

[London, England in the [-]th century] The entry is fully revealed. A tall and slender translucent ghost lady is summoned by the system. She is very ladylike, provided that the translucent head she is holding in her hand is ignored.

[I'm Anne, Anne Boleyn. 】

Hello, Anne... Your Highness...

Matthew, who vaguely remembered that Anne Boleyn was the second wife of King Henry VIII and the biological mother of Queen Elizabeth I, received the ill-fated legendary queen politely.

Strange saw Matthew suddenly chanting words into the air. Immediately afterwards, the warm room became chilly, and he realized that there was a supernatural life form summoned by Matthew, and he walked up to Mary as if nothing had happened: "Ms. Mary, You go back to your room and rest, we are going out to look for Ms. Linda."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Mary left the room with a sob.

Strange hurriedly closed the door and walked to Matthew: "Hi, I'm Steven Strange. Although I can't see you for the time being, I can feel your presence, beautiful... Uh ..."

"Anne Boleyn," said Matthew.

Strange immediately echoed: "Miss Anne... Wait... Anne? Boleyn?! The queen of Henry VIII? The mother of Elizabeth I?"

Doctor Strange, who came back to his senses, turned pale with shock, his eyes in disbelief.

"Yes, it is Anne Boleyn... the queen..."

Matthew introduced Anne Boleyn to Strange, and interpreted Anne Boleyn's arrival as the result of the summoning, saying that Anne Boleyn would drive the ghosts of London to help them find the missing Linda.

"That's great……"

Strange stuttered in shock.

It wasn't until Anne Boleyn left and the cold air in the room disappeared that Strange gradually recovered and asked Matthew: "Is this the black magic of the Constantine family? Driving evil spirits?"

"You can understand that."

Although the essence is completely different.

Matthew added in his heart.

"Black magic is not a good thing..." Strange said, "There must be a price to be paid for the abuse of black magic."

"But that's a long time in the future, isn't it?"

Matthew, who had long belonged to hell, blinked innocently.

The ghost monitoring sub-network named [London in the Nineteenth Century] was officially activated.

……

The time temporarily rewinds to half an hour ago.

At the same time that Matthew drew Linda's portrait according to Mary's description, in the ancient divination hall, accompanied by a strange motor sound, a rectangular blue box appeared in the corner of the divination hall.

——If Matthew and Strange were present, they would be surprised that the [-]th-century British police box actually appeared in the parallel world of the [-]th-century England.

Mrs. Lizard and her party had been prepared for this, and walked to the front of the blue box with a smile, and tapped lightly three times.

Boom boom boom!

"Oh! It's a good thing it wasn't four times!"

Accompanied by familiar complaints, the blue box, or the door of the time travel machine TARDIS (TARDIS), opened, and a gentleman dressed in classics in the 21st century but a bit too trendy for Britain in the 21th century walked out. Follow a pair of young men and women who are still stylish and stylish even if they are evaluated by the fashion standards of the [-]st century.

"Where is this place? It seems to be ancient?"

Amy, a fashionable girl with beautiful red hair, looked around with great interest, when she found that Mrs. Lizard, Jenny and Santa were standing in front of her——

"Great! Seeing you again—"

Amy opened her arms and hugged Mrs. Lizard, Jenny, and Santa in turn.

Her boyfriend, Roy, known as the "Centurion", was also overjoyed at the unexpected reunion.

But the expressions of Mrs. Lizard and her party——

"Doctor, we're in a little trouble."

After exchanging greetings, Mrs. Lizard Vastra invited the three to sit down, and was about to introduce the plight of the three members of the Victoria team——

"I know that you are trapped in the parallel world of nineteenth-century London, England, so we took the TARDIS to this parallel world to pick you up."

The Doctor interrupted Mrs. Lizard with his usual confidence: "You can now prepare your farewell speeches to your new friends in this world."

"Doctor...that...we...we don't want to go back right away..."

Jenny raised her hand weakly.

"why?"

"In fact, rather than immediately returning to our Victorian era, we would rather you help us solve a troublesome incident that happened in this parallel world..."

Mrs. Lizard said, "The demons who killed innocent women appeared in the Whitechapel area. The crimes have not stopped so far. There are more than ten known victims."

"Jack the Ripper!"

Roy blurted out when he heard the words.

Amy also showed an excited expression: "Sure enough! TARDIS will take us to places where incredible things are about to happen or have already happened!"

"so--"

Mrs. Lizard looked at the leading doctor: "Can you bring us back to the original time and space after we settle the matter?"

"certainly--"

"no problem!"

Amy couldn't wait to agree, and asked Mrs. Lizard: "Do you have clothes that suit my body type?"

"Miss Amy, I'll take you to change clothes."

Jenny stepped forward and took Amy away.

Roy, who loves Amy deeply, also followed to change clothes.

The doctor stretched out his hand, straightened his bow tie, and looked at Mrs. Lizard seriously: "Tell me, what's going on? What did the demons wandering around the Whitechapel area do?"

"The specific situation is this-"

Madam Lizard turned around and temporarily gave the doctor the blackboard full of deductive reasoning.

The doctor stepped forward, studied it carefully, and said from time to time: "Sure enough...well...it turns out to be..."

……

"Matthew, are you sure we'll make it in time? Ms. Linda may have been killed."

Because of the loss of magic power, Strange can only cooperate with the London ghosts headed by Anne Boleyn to find clues of Linda in the way of ordinary people.

To this, Matthew’s answer is——

"You're good at time magic, aren't you?"

"But now I..."

"That's not the point..." Matthew said, "Our most important job right now is to find Linda. It would be great if she is still alive. If she has died, we have also locked her location and wait for you to find her." Magic, immediately activate the time magic to go back to before the tragedy and change her death fate."

"You're right."

Strange agrees with Matthew, and shares Matthew's vision of Anne Boleyn's maids, who were also beheaded by Henry.

"Ladies, do you have any idea about what this gentleman asked you to do?"

[She is in the alley ahead, she is dying. 】

The maids answered Strange and Matthew with the cold voice unique to ghosts.

Knowing that Linda is currently in great danger, Matthew hastily grabbed the crowbar, and Strange, who was holding a whip, rushed into the scene of the murder one after the other!

"stop!"

……

The time temporarily rewinds to 1 minute ago.

Linda, who desperately fled into the stinky alley, was finally exhausted and fell into the mud. Her throat, which was strangled by the devil with a whip, was so painful that she couldn't make a sound no matter how hard she tried!

She knew that the big business introduced by the "regular customer" would come with great dangers, and she also knew that there were murderers wandering in the alleys at night in Whitechapel, but she needed money, and poverty made her have nothing to do but take risks. choose.

result--

Seeing the demon approaching step by step, Linda became more and more desperate. Her frail body trembled in the mud, and her hands dug into the cracks in the stone slabs.

Oh, God!

save me!

If I am beyond salvation, please forgive me and my sinful soul!

And...and...

Forgive my husband, my children, they are your godly lambs, and I... I just...

only……

Seeing that she was doomed, Linda seized the time to make her final confession, her eyes widened suddenly.

she saw-

Angel!

To be precise, they were two self-proclaimed dropouts from the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna.