The Exorcism Inspector in Marvel World

The first day has passed like this. After the battle at Xandar Temple, everyone's spirit and desire have reached their limits and must be corrected.

Doctor Strange has been meditating, immersed in the wisdom of the ancient Sorcerer Supreme.

In this regard, Doctor Doom showed the greatest respect. He ordered his servants not to disturb the meditating venerable, and he also went to prepare.

Only the one-armed old housekeeper and Li Kang were together, drinking coffee in the living room.

After a while, Dr. Strange also came out. His expression was very bad. Li Kang handed over a cup of strong coffee and added two more pieces of sugar.

Dr. Strange drank it in one gulp, sighed with satisfaction, and then said nonchalantly, "I really regret it now. Helping an ambitious dictator is not what a Supreme Mage should do, and I searched for ancient In Master Yi's memory, he discovered that his mother Cynthia was also a very cruel black magician. She caused the death of thousands of innocent people at that time. What if she was a bad person? After all, she signed a contract with the demon Mephisto Contract, maybe she deserves to go to hell.”

Li Kang was surprised. It turned out that Doctor Strange had been meditating for so long to explore this memory.

Before Li Kang could react, the one-armed old butler suddenly stood up, with angry flames in his eyes, and pointed a dagger at Doctor Strange's chest with one hand, "You...you are so brave, How dare you speak ill of Cynthia? Beautiful, kind-hearted Cynthia, she just saw that we were being oppressed so cruelly, that's why... She went to hell for us, if you dare to use your bitch face again You are such a stinky person, if you say anything bad about Cynthia, I will fight you now!"

No one thought that this one-armed old butler, who usually spoke in a gentle manner and rarely showed any dissatisfaction on his face, would be so impulsive. The dagger was stained with blood. It looked like it had been there for many years, and the blood on it had faded. , but the edge of the dagger is still sharp.

Li Kang saw that the momentum was not right, so he immediately jumped up and grabbed the dagger. The moment he touched the dagger, his heart jumped twice. The dagger itself was nothing special. What was really wrong was the blood on it. , which contains an extremely strong black magic energy, and he is very familiar with this black magic energy. There are traces of Mephisto in it.

"Haha..." Li Kang smiled awkwardly. He pretended that the incident of sensing black magic had never happened. He tried to comfort the one-armed old butler, "This is your fault. This is Doctor Doom." Invited guests, to tell you the truth, we are here to save Cynthia this time."

The one-armed old butler looked at Li Kang in astonishment. He counted on his fingers, "It's actually this day again. During this time every year, the master will lock himself up alone.

No one is seen until he calls. Every time he comes out, the master is dying. Alas, I know he wants to save Cynthia, but fighting the Demon King... I am really worried about him. "

He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, then pointed a remote control at the wall above the fireplace and pressed it. The wall slowly opened, revealing an oil painting. In the oil painting, a gypsy woman with stunning beauty was holding a hand. He was holding a bunch of four-leaf clovers and smiling at this side.

"This is Cynthia, our master's mother." The one-armed old housekeeper took the coffee pot from the fire, poured three cups of coffee, and then looked at the oil painting with tears in his eyes. "After the master captured the Fortress of Destruction, he I drew this portrait through memory, and although it is a little off, it is 90% similar."

Li Kang asked Doctor Strange to sit down. This is a good opportunity to learn about Doctor Doom's past. If Doctor Strange still has any doubts in his heart, he will definitely be used by the Demon King when facing Mephisto in the future. Then The old fox will not let go of any flaw.

The one-armed old butler stared at Cynthia's portrait, and he slowly told about those difficult days.

Thirty years ago, Latvinia was ruled by an old king. The old king was an extremely cruel racist. He always contemptuously described Gypsies as lazy stray pigs and petty thieving rats. , often attacking Gypsy villages without any reason, and arresting men to work in nickel mines. In name, they are recruiting workers, but in fact they are captured laborers.

In this aspect, it is exactly the same as the Japanese Battleship Island. In name, there is salary, but in fact, it is all deducted from food, accommodation, etc., and this is not included. Sometimes, the old king will send His subordinates artificially created mining disasters.

The fate of women and children is even more tragic. Not only will they become the playthings of the nobles, but sometimes the nobles will also hold large-scale hunting operations. These women and children are treated as prey and allowed to be killed by the nobles for fun. .

When Dr. Strange heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "It's so cruel. Then doesn't the international community and human rights organizations respond at all?"

The old housekeeper gave a bitter smile and sighed, "You are really a naive person. Let's put it this way. During World War II, the number of Gypsies killed by the Germans was no less than that of the Jews, but people all over the world were... I sympathize with the Jews, but has anyone reported on the Gypsies? I’m afraid people like you don’t know that the Gypsies were also targets of the Third Reich’s purges.”

Doctor Strange was silent for a while, and then he whispered, "Are you saying that no one cares?"

The old butler took a sip of coffee and did not answer. It was Li Kang who answered this question, "When the old king sold 70% of domestic resources to American energy companies, he was an international celebrity and a hero praised by Americans. figure."

Doctor Strange was stunned on the spot. He couldn't believe his ears, "What did you just say? How could such a person become a hero? Isn't this hell?"

"Yes, it's like hell," Li Kang sneered, and continued, "Because in addition to accepting a large number of fleeing Gypsies, the old king also accepted a lot of Jews, so, he became A humanitarian hero is a hero who saves tens of thousands of Jews who are being hunted by the Germans. This is a bad thing in the first place, not an important thing."

"How could this not be important?" Doctor Strange stood up dissatisfied.

"Because it's all over!!" The old housekeeper slammed the table hard, "Now we finally have our own home, where we can live and work in peace and contentment. We can close our eyes when we sleep at night. There is no need for people to keep vigil in the village, and there is no need to prepare dry food at any time. There is no need to worry. The old king's men came in in the middle of the night and slit our throats. We can build a good house with confidence instead of living with a broken carriage for the rest of our lives. We finally don't have to worry about someone coming to burn us to death."

"That's right, so it's not important anymore," Li Kang nodded. "Suffering belongs to the past, and the future is the most important. But old man, don't talk about what is there and what is not. Can you tell me something important?"

The one-armed old butler rubbed the shoulder of the broken arm, and then he moved the broken arm towards the fire. This wound would become sore when it rained on a cloudy day, and it had to be heated for a long time before it could be healed. Come to relief.

At that time, the Gypsies lived a life inferior to that of pigs and dogs, with no hope and no future.

However, Dr. Destruction's father, the young Dr. Du Mu, is an anomaly among the Gypsies. He is a knowledgeable doctor who once served as the attending physician in the most famous hospital in the world. Later, he stayed in Latvia because of love. Turvinia.

Because of his superb medical skills, Dr. Du Mu was valued by the old king and he was often called upon to treat illnesses. Therefore, Dr. Du Mu's village received the fewest attacks.

But the result of this is that more Gypsies settled here, and gradually the village turned into a small town.

At that time, little Du Mu had also grown into an outstanding young man. He was twelve years old that year.

Although he lived in extreme poverty, he lived a happy life. However, it all ended that night. 8)