The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 47 Arrival in London
As soon as Wes left the tavern, he fell into deep thought. He only knew that Jack Sparrow would appear in London, and he had to rush to London before the plot began, otherwise the sea was vast and he would not know where the Fountain of Youth was.

He alertly sensed the sound of approaching footsteps, stared intently at the dark jungle, and said in a deep voice, "Come out."

There was a rustling sound, and a sexy and beautiful lady with healthy brown skin came out.

Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, revealing a hint of mystery and charm in the night.

Behind her, a burly, shirtless black man followed closely, with well-defined muscles, seeming to contain endless power.

"Beautiful lady, are you a pirate too?" Wes narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the lady.

"Mr. Wizard," Angelica bowed gracefully to Wes, her hot body curves clearly visible to Wes's eyes.

However, Weiss is oblivious to her charms and instead focuses his attention on the black man behind her.

"Interesting! I didn't expect to see a resurrected corpse here. Is this your work, ma'am?"

Angelica didn't expect Wes to recognize the identity of the zombie, and she was a little scared.

The resurrected corpse immediately protected Angelica behind itself, full of vigilance and alertness.

"It seems it's not you. The zombies only received orders to protect you. It seems that you have a good relationship with the voodoo wizards." Wes could see at a glance that there was no trace of magic on Angelica.

Weiss already knew the identity of the woman in front of him by now.

Angelica tried to calm herself down and said softly, "Mr. Wizard..."

In this slightly tense atmosphere, her voice was soft yet with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Ma'am, I'm busy. Please tell me why you're here." Erwin's tone was firm and direct. His attitude was like a solid wall, making Angelica feel a little overwhelmed.

She stared at Erwin, and an indescribable panic surged in her heart.
She has a pretty face and can easily win the favor of the opposite sex. Her delicate facial features seem to be a work of art carefully carved by a master. Her bright eyes are as clear as lake water, and her slightly upturned lips are as delicate as petals.

However, Erwin seemed unmoved, one of the few who was immune to her charm.

"I just want to know why you're looking for Jack Sparrow." Angelica mustered up the courage and spoke again.

"This is none of your business, ma'am." Erwin's words were concise and cold, causing Angelica to shudder slightly.

Angelica subconsciously placed her hand gently on the gun at her waist. The touch of the cold metal seemed to bring her a little comfort.

Her fingers touched the gun handle lightly.

"In that case, I'm sorry for being presumptuous." There was a hint of helplessness and loss in Angelica's voice, and she slowly backed away.

"Wait a minute." Erwin's voice suddenly sounded, and Angelica's heart instantly rose to her throat.

[Is he going to take action?] Countless thoughts flashed through her mind instantly.

The zombie held an axe tightly in both hands, his muscles tense, ready to fight hard to protect Angelica.

However, Angelica stopped him in time.

Until the last moment, she really didn't want to become an enemy of this mysterious wizard. Once a conflict occurred, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Which direction is London?" Erwin's tone remained calm, as if the tension just now had never existed.

Go east, just keep going east and you'll get there." Angelica replied quickly, hoping this conversation would end quickly.

"Thank you," Wes said briefly, and then, as Angelica looked on in astonishment, he suddenly rose into the air. "Oh my God," she whispered, "I have to find Jack before he does."

Unfortunately, Wes thought the same thing. He had already recognized the woman as Jack Sparrow's girlfriend, and he had to find Jack Sparrow before the woman did.
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Wes sped towards London in his luxurious flying car, which he had painstakingly built after Christmas, with the help of his twin brothers.

The interior of the car is spacious, almost equivalent to a small apartment. Wes even placed a comfortable bed inside, making it like a small hotel in the air.

The flying car is extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the sky.

When the sun just appeared above the horizon, Weiss could already see the outline of London. The huge city lay quietly on the earth like a sleeping giant.

After crossing the Thames, Weiss chose a secluded place to land and cast an invisibility spell to ensure that no one could detect his flying car.

The scene of 17th century London appeared before Weiss.

The streets are narrow and winding, paved with cobblestones. Walking on them, the crisp footsteps echo like the whispers of history, telling the past of this city.

On both sides of the road are closely packed wooden houses, which look a little worn with the passage of time, and the walls are mottled in color.

The tiles on the roofs gleam faintly in the sunlight, and occasionally a few pigeons stop by, adding vitality to this ancient city.

The figures of those pigeons, like jumping notes, add a touch of vitality to the city.

London's commercial district is bustling with shops and signs selling everything from fabrics to spices, from books to various small gadgets.

Merchants stood at their shop entrances, enthusiastically soliciting customers with bright smiles on their faces. Their voices rose and fell, forming a lively symphony.

Women in long skirts and hats carried baskets, carefully selecting fresh vegetables and fruits, while men in long robes and hats discussed business and current affairs.

The port of London is bustling with activity.

A huge sailing ship was anchored on the shore, its masts towering into the clouds and its sails fluttering in the wind.

The sailors were busy carrying cargo. Boxes of treasures and bundles of goods were brought from afar and shipped to all parts of the world.

The air in the port was filled with the salty smell of sea water and the scent of cargo, and seagulls soared in the sky, making crisp calls.

The cry was like a cheerful song, adding vitality to this busy port.

At that time, Britain relied on its powerful navy and the East India Company to plunder the world's wealth and was known as the "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets." However, none of this concerned Weiss.

He was concerned about whether he had missed time.

After some inquiries, Wes found that he had arrived a little early and there had not been any major commotion in London recently.

He settled down in London with peace of mind, intending to taste the delicacies of this era.

Wes was soon disappointed. Britain is known as a "food desert". The various dark dishes he ate almost left him with psychological trauma.

The food tasted weird and was inedible, a complete taste disaster.

Even those desserts that looked exquisite on the outside were cloyingly sweet, as if they had been soaked in syrup, making them difficult to enjoy.

A few days passed and Wes finally received news from Jack Sparrow.

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