MULTIVELSE MARVEL
PLEDGES

"Yes, I'm here. Come on, spit it out." John said without much care. Being a tycoon he must show arrogance.

"With this you are ordered to face the Senate Armament Service committee within a week." the man said without much expression on his face.

"Finally here. I've been waiting for you." Johan said with a smile. This time all were shocked when they heard it including the man who came with the subpoena. "I'll be there in time. I guess Tony will be served the same. Doesn't it? Doesn't matter. Thanks for that" continued John.

The man thanked me and left.

"You sure you can handle it yourself? I could use my connection to find something dirty on the senate committee" Jameson said with a worried face.

"Dad, do you think I built an empire for money? No Dad. I made my kingdom to handle the situation like this committee. I've known for a long time that politicians will come after me. My kingdom is one of the ways I handle them. And no, I don't want you to interfere. That committee has people I don't want to conflict with. Even though I don't care about their existence, I'd rather be invisible to them." John said when he remembered that the committee had Hydra members. He did not want them to know the real situation.

"Fixit come with me. We have work to do tonight." he said.

"Sure" Fixit said after changing himself.

After coming to the room, John took out three pictures that he had drawn recently.

"Tattoo these pictures on both my arms and the little picture on top of my hand" he told Fixit.

"OK, but it might hurt" Fixit said

"It's okay. I'm ready for it." said John.

The next day John packed up the books and took them to the trunk of the Bee, he came out of his house. He now has three tattoos on his arm and hand.

He had to deliver a promise he made to someone. Soon he's coming to Bleeker Street. After taking out a bag full of books, he tapped on the New York shrine. Drumm opens the door.

"You're here again? Meet the old-fashioned?" Drumm asked after seeing John. Drumm always felt weird about John. John has a huge empire and he may be the only person who gets the freedom to meet the old-fashioned whenever he wants.

"Yes, Master Drumm. I hope you can tell him." John asked politely.

It was night time in New York, so when he passed the door to the Taj Chamber, it was morning in Nepal. He saw a lot of people practicing magic in the courtyard and then he saw someone he knew before.

Casilla. She's stunned. John is desperate to change himself and throws a kunai in his face to avoid future trouble.

"John's coming with me instead of daydreaming." A voice from far away came. John who clenched his fists and pondered he let go of his thoughts after he heard the voice. The people who were practicing looked at John curiously.

They had never seen a normal man come to the temple and from the ancient voice. They felt he was quite close to the ancient one from his tone of voice but had never seen it before.

John glanced at Casilias one last time and went to the main hall. After sitting near the ancient one he was treated to tea again like he used to. He really likes tea.

"What's going on? Do you want to kill Casilias?" the ancient word

"Yes" said John without hesitation.

"He's important to Strange. Before he came, you couldn't touch Casilias." the old-fashioned reminded.

"good. It's just that I don't want you to die" said John. He just smiled and said nothing.

"Why are you here? The emergence of a new world?" he even asked.

"No. Last time I told you I'd help you guard the earth. It's my help" he said, handing over the big bag. Weighs a lot because it has a lot of books. He wanted to help the ancient one because he felt that the effect of his butterfly might affect the defense of the earth. So he wanted to add more security for the witches.

The old man opened the book and began to read. The more he read the more astonished he was. This knowledge is powerful and dangerous. He saw a tattoo on John's hand.

When she first saw the tattoo, she felt strange because it never occurred to her that John liked the tattoo. But now when he saw the tattoo on his hand he had a different expression on his face.

He began to read more books with more concentration. After reading for over an hour, he finally lifted his head and looked at her.

"You must practice the knowledge you use in your hands. The power is not simple and I hope you do not forget the equivalent theory of exchange" he told John with a very serious expression.