[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

On most nights it is dark in the slums of London.

There is only one reason - the people living here are too poor to afford oil lamps and candles, which is usually the case, not to mention this period when even eating is a problem.

Now, in a dilapidated old house common in slums, an ordinary young man Smith lives here.

He is so ordinary, born in an ordinary way, worked in an ordinary way, and even his name is so ordinary. If you call out this surname on the streets of England, you will get at least dozens of answers.

And he is now facing a major decision about his life.

"Have you decided yet?"

A burly man with a black beard and a top hat leaned against the door frame, waiting for his answer.

"Can you really save Mary?"

Smith lightly held his wife who was in a coma and asked, the condition was simple, it was just malnutrition caused by hunger, but the condition was so hopeless, neither he nor everyone he knew had any extra food to save the patient. The life that is gradually passing away - except for the man who suddenly appeared and was willing to exchange food for his life.

He knew the man, Edward the Good, the entourage of the two ex-pirates who had won the earldom for defeating the Spaniards, and the only one who would give gruel to the slums now that food prices were skyrocketing. .

But now, the man standing in the darkness was full of a beast-like aura, and invisible terror and indescribable evil gathered around him.

"I have proved to you that we are not short of food."

Edward smiled.

"So after we die, can the soul go to heaven?"

Smith asked subconsciously, the transaction method proposed by this man was too similar to the legendary devil who bought souls.

"I don't know the entry criteria for heaven, so I can't answer your question.

But please look around, at the moment when countless poor people are starving, what are those 'noble' nobles doing?

They are driving up the price of grain, and countless grains are put into the warehouse by them by various means, waiting to be sold at ten times and a hundred times the price!

Where is your god now when people are dying of starvation every day?

No one knows where he is, but we do know that none of his ministers got his word to feed his lamb. "

Edward pointed to the brightly lit tall towers in the distance, then pointed to the dark slums all around and said.

"And we at least appeared here, giving you other options."

"Is my life worth three hundred pounds of flour and a hundred pounds of bacon?"

Smith asked resignedly.

"Human life is only worth that price now."

Although Smith couldn't see it, he was still very sure that Edward was smiling when he said this.

"As far as I know, only we are willing to buy even at this price.

So choose - but remember, you only get one chance, and there are plenty of people in this ghetto who would give it all for it. "

"go to hell!"

When Smith woke up from his memory with a loud cry, he found a tall soldier standing in front of him, and he was stabbing the bayonet on his gun into his chest.

"Ah...it's useless, you should have run or hid."

After being taken aback for a moment, Smith sighed. Amid the terrified expression of the soldier, he held the body of the gun with one hand and slowly raised the long knife in his hand with the other.

The island in the chest may be fatal to ordinary people, but it is meaningless to myself who has exchanged "feeling" from the devil for immortality.

"wait wait wait!"

Amid the shouts of the soldiers, the long knife fell mercilessly.

"If you don't resist, you won't die. Why don't you understand?"

After habitually drawing a cross on his chest, Smith shook his head at the fallen soldier clutching his neck, and then he looked at the shivering old gentleman.

"Can... can you tell me... how you did it?"

Seeing Smith approaching slowly, the old gentleman who knew he was doomed suddenly mustered up the courage to ask a question.

"Have sight and hearing but no pain!

There is no image action at all when the lungs are punctured... This is unscientific!

Please do tell me how you do it! ? "

"It's really not science. I suggest you ask God or Satan. This is their domain."

After answering, Smith waved the weapon in his hand again to harvest the life in front of him.

The person in front of him was originally a high-ranking nobleman, a scholar who could read and write with knowledge beyond his own reach, but this did not affect him at all, who was originally just a dock worker, he chopped down the gentleman who did not care about their life and death, and then stepped on a foot.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of feelings or because of the deal with the devil, Smith found that he didn't dislike such behavior, but began to like this kind of power that is full of power and easily manipulates the life and death of others.

"Smith, are you done?"

After a burst of merciless killings, a group of people with various fatal wounds gathered together in twos and threes.

"Ah."

Smith nodded to the leader, who was his former neighbor.

"Then hurry up, let's go after setting the fire, the captain wants us to rush to the next place."

The speaker nodded, speaking while lighting several curtains with a torch.

"It's called the Royal Institute of Architects or something."

……

The raging fires caused a terrifying heat wave, and the fog began to thin out. The urban area, which had only a vague outline in the thick fog, began to reveal its true face in front of the two chatting—the true face surrounded by thick smoke and fire. . (Note 1)

"Then what are you going to do?"

Barbossa asked indifferently:

"The strength of the British is far from being solved by just burning London."

"This time, I just want to show you the magic.

From what I have learned in the UK during this time, our legends in the Caribbean are generally regarded as rumors or propaganda, and countries seem to have an extraordinary tacit understanding in suppressing such things. "

Tang Xuening nimbly jumped onto the railing of the balcony, relying on her amazing balance, she took a catwalk on it with her hands behind her back. Her expression at the moment was like a screenwriter introducing her favorite work to the audience on the stage, although she said it right now. Barbossa was the only one in the audience.

"Then, I need a grand performance to announce the mysterious return to everyone with indisputable facts."

"I still don't quite understand what you're thinking."

Barbossa shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​further investigation, but he then asked curiously:

"But how are you going to deal with the British counterattack?"

"Why 'I' to address?"

The girl asked with a puzzled face:

"The British once 'killed' Blackbeard - isn't it normal for Blackbeard to come back for revenge now that his wounds have healed?"

"But I brought Blackbeard to England, and many people know that!"

After hearing such an answer, Barbosa finally couldn't calm down. He stood up abruptly and asked the girl:

"Are you planning to kill me after defeating the Spaniards and killing the British!?"

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it to you at all."

The girl tilted her head, then nodded left and right as if pointing.

"I'm just giving you a reason to take those idiots away. I heard that your people don't want to leave anymore because they made too much money from this food speculation.

I don't want the British to figure out our roots at all. "

"Well, what's next?"

Barbossa is not persuaded by this understanding:

"Chased all the way back to Havana by the British Grand Fleet and then another battle of Havana?

Not to mention that we exposed most of our hole cards last time, the strength of the British is far from what the Spaniards can compare! "

"Of course I know that Havana alone can't be defended. Even if we don't provoke those smugglers (Note 2), our current strength and their American colonial troops may not be able to stop us, so I set up a trap, and then... …

If you don't give the British a ruthless shot, why would they chase you down desperately? "

The girl raised her right hand and raised her index finger, drawing large circles on top of her head.

"If they don't hunt you down, how can I think of a way to lead the British fleet to the end of the world (Note 3)?

Although if we provide intelligence to the French while being the pig teammates of the British, there is hope to eliminate the largest and strongest fleet in the world by slowly eating away.

But it will take too long, too long, and there are too many uncertainties. It is possible for the British to discover our small private actions or even the French to turn around and betray us.

And if it weren't for the one-time unbearable blow to the British, relying on the gold in South Africa and the Indian market, the British could still become the empire on which the sun never sets that I know.

so……"

"The empire on which the sun never sets that you know?"

Barbossa keenly grasped the inadvertently revealed content of the girl's words.

"What do you know?"

"Knowing a lot that will never come again, that has no meaning for the future of 'this world'."

After the girl smiled and answered the question, she tiptoed on the railing and turned to the city in flames, and said lightly:

"Travel and vacation are like this. What's the point of seeing familiar scenery all over your eyes? Only when you see different scenery, different cultures, and different development directions can travel be worthwhile, isn't it?"

The author has something to say: Note 1: I remember that it was 1660. At that time, there was a fire in London. London was almost burned to the ground, and 80 people were left homeless.Later, in order to prevent similar things from happening, the king at that time ordered that London must adopt stone buildings in the future.Of course, as far as the administrative efficiency at that time was concerned, the main road might be able to do it, so what should happen to places like slums.And even if it is a stone building, wood is an indispensable material for most buildings in terms of the construction level at that time.

Note 2: The Americans mentioned above.

Note 3: One of the entrances to the Devil's Prison in the original work, the scene is similar to the end of the world in the worldview of the Tianyuan Place, where the sea water rolls down into the abyss (the Devil's Prison) where it doesn't go.