A three-Michelin-starred restaurant in the heart of the bustling metropolis

Jerf splits the foie gras in front of him in two with a knife and puts it in his mouth, and the wonderful taste blooms on the tip of his tongue. Jelf's demeanor is elegant and decent, and his suave temperament is matched. attracted the sideways glances of countless blonde girls around, if it weren't for the location and the reserve, the girls would have stepped forward and taken the initiative to talk.

After enjoying the simple and delicate delicious food, drink the wine in the glass. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, he nodded contentedly.

Only love and good food can live up to it.

Although Asgard is a highly developed civilization, black technology and magic are mixed together. But when it comes to food, that place is nowhere near as developed as the earth.

Even Loki, who is a member of the royal family, eats mostly baked and pickled products.

As for the taste, it can only be compared to what you ate during the time you spent in the Harry Potter world.

In a sense, it is indeed an aftertaste.

In the world of One Punch Man, Jelf has never had a good meal, and he is not Saitama, although the hot pot is good, he has to vomit every day. Coupled with the subtle taste of Asgardian food, Jelf's first time on Earth was to travel to major food meccas around the world. Treat yourself to the temple of your five internal organs.

This Michelin-starred restaurant is the last stop on Jelf's trip.

High-end restaurants are not good at all, and things are super expensive, not to mention the small amount. If it weren't for the fact that Jerf had a good meal of Chinese food in Chinatown earlier, it is estimated that this little thing would not have been enough for him to stuff his teeth.

Of course, there is also the fact that the food in these high-end restaurants is really not suitable for overeating. For example, the foie gras that Jelf ate just now will feel tired after eating more than two servings.

After all, someone else's purpose is to enjoy that taste, not to eat enough.

"Pay the bill."

Whether you admit it or not, New York City in the United States of America is one of the most developed cities in the world. The flow of people is huge, and countless people come and go.

Drive your latest limited-edition Lamborghini through the bustling downtown area. Jerf came to a luxurious and somewhat low-key and secluded villa area, which is a well-known rich area, and according to the sales brother, many people with status will buy villas here.

Whether it's true or not, Jelf doesn't know. For now, however, Jelf lives here temporarily.

Drive a luxury car, live in a luxury house, and eat food from all over the world. When it comes to enjoyment, Jelf never treats himself badly. Unless there are necessary prerequisites.

"Lord Earl Gelf, welcome back." Driving into his own villa, Jelf got out of the car. A butler with a mustache immediately greeted him. He was followed by four maids dressed in girl's clothes.

Mustache is the butler hired by Jelf. And those four are real sister shake maids, blonde and blue-eyed big wave girls.

"Alfred." Jelf nodded at the mustache.

Alfred is the name of the mustachioed butler, and it is because of this name that he was hired as a butler in the first place. Coincidentally, this Alfred was also retired from the special forces.

It's just that this Alfred is not the violent butler of another universe.

What was the first thing you had to do when you came to the parallel world of Earth?

Some will say it's money, others will say it's strength.

The answer is proof of identity.

Especially in a modern world, proof of identity can save you a lot of trouble.

As some of the texts describe, the protagonist is an unidentified person who dangles in front of the state-based violent agencies (S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B., Special Abilities Investigation Division, etc.) while shouting that I'm not trying to get into trouble, you're the one who provoked me. That's purely farting and shit, and finding trouble for yourself (shit). One of the duties of others is to investigate unidentified intruders, and you are better to run in front of others and shake them, not to scold you?

Besides, you can't move an inch in the modern world without identification, after all, even a better hotel needs to show relevant documents.

Getting yourself a proof is not a problem for Jelf at all, and Casey's hacking skills are top-notch. After all, the evolution of the human body Hu Di claims to have an IQ of up to 5000.

I don't know how Casey got it, but he got Jelf the title of Earl anyway. There are only a handful of people in modern society who have the title of earl, but they are not disobedient by Casey.

Not only is the information complete, but there is also the relevant historical background. It is said that this identity is also related to the Queen of England, and the Queen of England herself does not know when she has such a relative.

"Lord Earl, today I have received an invitation from Mr. Osborne to attend their weekend merchandise show."

Norman Osborne? The first Green Goblin? Not interested.

"Alfred, please help me push him off."

"Yes, Lord Count."

"Also, Dr. Killian would like to thank you for providing him with sufficient funds, and I hope to invite you this Friday, tomorrow night..."

"Alfred!" Before the butler could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jelf.

"What's the matter?"

"Please, I'm a normal male. In the future, if any invitation from a man comes to me, he will trouble me to turn it down. Jelf said with a deliberately mischievous look. The flowers that caused the four maids to laugh trembled, and there was a wave on their chests.

Alfred showed a bright smile and winked at Gerf: "So, I've pushed it off for you beforehand." ”

"Ah, you're so naughty."

"By the way, and Miss Pepa, the head of Stark Industries..."

Iron Man's old looks good... Forget it, I don't want that mustache to be jealous.

In this materialistic world, what is more important than identity?

The answer is money...

No matter in any world, the charm of money is not something that ordinary people can stop.

Jelf was rich, very rich to be exact.

Removing the treasures of several worlds stored in the Space Ring, it couldn't be easier for a spellcaster to get money from mortals.

Besides, he also has the help of Casey's humanoid plug-in.

Backed by a lot of money, plus a noble status. Jelf soon found his way into the eyes of many of the biggest names in New York City, even in a department called the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. It's just that Jelf's identity is too clean to find any fault at all.

Whether it's stammering, befriending, or other purposes, in short, all kinds of entertainment follow.

Taking advantage of his prescience, he finances a certain genius who is turned away by Tony's rolling sheets. That is, the aforementioned Dr. Killian, the villain who developed the Desperate Virus in Iron Man 3. Of course, he is not the only one who is funded...

"Sa, my life in the Marvel world has begun."