A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 736 Bruce Wayne

Seeing the faint anger in Diana's eyes, Steve knew that his wife, who liked to do justice, was planning to personally avenge the Waynes and his wife.

Of course, the premise is that the Gotham Police Department did not catch the robber.

If you have caught it...

Well, what is he thinking, this is Gotham!

Steve laughed at himself in his heart, while Harvey was slightly taken aback, and was a little surprised by Diana's reaction.

But then he thought about it again, and felt that Diana's age was not far from the Wayne couple, and they were both descended from famous families in Gotham City. Maybe they were good friends whom they had met when they were teenagers, so he nodded in relief, with a look on his face. Looking at the two of them seriously, he said, "I've caught it!"

"...What? Really or not?"

Diana's tone was slightly surprised, obviously doubting the efficiency of the Gotham Police Department.

Harvey also knew how low the credibility of the Gotham Police Department was, so he nodded with a wry smile: "Of course it's true, but we didn't catch it..."

"Who is that?" Diana asked.

"..." Harvey paused, and glanced at Diana with a strange expression: "It just so happens that the kind-hearted man who caught the robber is the target I want to confirm on this trip. He claims to have just returned to the Gotham, I happened to hear two gunshots near the alley, so I grabbed the criminal who was trying to escape."

...Just returned to Gotham?
Diana and Steve looked at each other, forced to suppress the joy and excitement in their hearts, and pulled Harvey to ask: "Can you describe the appearance of that kind man—yes, and his name! He should mention Pass your own name?"

Seeing the excited look of this former 'Gotham Princess', Harvey was a little stunned, but then he realized that he might have really met a Prince family who had just returned to Gotham Members, but also a very important one.

Thinking of this, Harvey didn't dare to neglect, and quickly described: "Of course, the gentleman called himself Lin Prince, he looked very young, he was wearing white casual clothes, and he had a little black cat with him, oh yes , He also gave me this, saying that as long as the person in charge of the Prince Manor sees this thing, he will definitely—"

Before she finished speaking, Diana snatched the ball that Harvey had just pulled out.

In the next second, an imperceptible golden light circled around her palm, and then gradually disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Diana and Steve couldn't help but look at each other excitedly.

"It's Saccharomyces! The teacher is really back!"

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Gotham City, Wayne Manor.

The young Bruce Wayne sat at the desk, staring blankly at the French windows in front of him.

This full Baroque-style study originally belonged to his father Thomas Wayne, but now it has become his property together with the entire Wayne Manor and Wayne Group.

There is no doubt that this is a huge fortune.

Even if ordinary people work hard for ten or even a hundred lifetimes, they may not be able to earn one percent of this money, but Bruce has not put in any effort. With only the name of Wayne and the identity of Thomas's own son, it is easy got it all.

But people outside the city want to come in, and people inside the city want to go out.

This is a truth that human beings cannot empathize with conceptually.

Even a genius like Bruce Wayne is no exception.

In his eyes, this huge inheritance that can make everyone in the world feel crazy is not even comparable to a hair of his parents. If he can, he will throw away all his wealth without hesitation. In exchange for the lives of Thomas Wayne and his wife.

At the door of the study, Alfred, who was holding a silver tray, stood there quietly, looking at the dazed little Bruce in the study, with a trace of pain and sigh that could not be detected in his eyes.

But soon, Alfred sorted out his emotions, walked into the study, put the tray in his hand on the desk in front of little Bruce, bowed slightly, turned and left the study.

Even though little Bruce didn't notice Alfred's appearance at all, he always maintained a tall and straight figure, a calm demeanor, elegant etiquette and manners.

Calm, elegant and impeccable.

This is Thomas Wayne's evaluation of Alfred during his lifetime.

Even if he is dead now, Alfred will continue to maintain it as always.

Time passed by, and the hot tea and snacks on the silver tray were quietly changed from batch to batch, until the empty stomach sent a serious warning to his brain, and the hungry Little Bruce finally came to his senses, and under the urging of the hunger that was about to overwhelm his rationality, he couldn't wait to attack the tea and snacks.

"Gudong, gudong..."

Little Bruce drank half a cup of tea, then picked up a snack from the silver tray and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it whole and drank the rest of the tea.

The snacks and tea on the silver tray disappeared quickly.

But just when Bruce Jr. was about to catch them all, a big hand took the snacks away from the tray.

"Give it back!" Bruce yelled without thinking.

"You can't eat any more, Master Wayne."

Alfred's calm voice came from above.

Little Bruce raised his head and stared blankly at Alfred who was still calm at the desk. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Alfred, how long have I been here?"

"It's an hour and a whole day, Master Wayne."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Because you're missing Lord and Lady, I can't stop a grieving son from thinking of his dead parents."

"But I almost starved to death." Little Bruce's tone carried a trace of grievance and fear.

"That's what I want you to learn."

Alfred looked at the immature Bruce, and said softly: "Master Wayne, longing and pain cannot be eaten, no matter how sad you are, no matter how much you miss your parents, don't forget the reality, I believe , Master also does not want to see his son immersed in memories and pain for the rest of his life."

"..."

Little Bruce fell silent.

Seeing this scene, Alfred nodded. He knew that the young master understood what he meant, and that the young master had always been a very smart child.

This was a fact he had already confirmed the first time he saw the young master when he walked into Wayne Manor.

He has no doubts that the Wayne Group can go further in the hands of Master Bruce, even surpassing his proud parents who shine like the sun.

It's a pity that the master and madam can't see it...

Alfred silently glanced at the pen holder on the desk, then hid the grief in his eyes, looked at little Bruce in front of him and said softly: "Master Wayne, if you are awake now, open the penultimate drawer on the right hand side , which contains the master's will and some words for you."

"I'll leave the space to you, take your time and see for yourself."

After speaking, Alfred put down the snacks, picked up the silver tray, turned and left the study.

Little Bruce stared blankly at Alfred's back, bit his lip after a long time, and set his eyes on the penultimate drawer on the right hand side.

Ten minutes later, little Bruce walked out of the study in silence.

Seeing Bruce Jr.'s expression, Alfred was slightly taken aback, then got up and walked into the study, and walked out again after a while, coming to Bruce Jr. with his brows furrowed.

"Master Wayne, you haven't opened the master's will?"

"No." Bruce shook his head.

"Why?" Alfred asked, frowning.

"..." Little Bruce didn't answer his question directly, but looked straight into Alfred's eyes and asked, "What will happen to the gangster who killed my parents?"

"Of course it is the most severe trial!"

Alfred said with a serious and serious expression, "Please rest assured, Master Wayne, I have hired a huge team of elite lawyers in your name to ensure that the damn villain will get what he deserves !"

"That is... the death penalty?"

"...That's right."

Alfred looked at little Bruce with a slight frown.

He didn't want the little master to think about the death of his parents again, so he never mentioned these two words, but he didn't expect that the little master would bring it up first...

It seems that the little master is much stronger than he imagined!

Alfred felt both relieved and complicated.

But at this moment, Little Bruce suddenly asked again: "What about the others?"

Alfred was slightly taken aback: "What other people?"

Little Bruce said earnestly: "Of course those who can't afford a lawyer, and the villains who hurt them, can also get the punishment they deserve?"

"That's when..."

Alfred wanted to answer little Bruce like other parents answering their children, but seeing his clear sky blue eyes, he still couldn't say the most 'correct' answer.

Seeing Alfred who fell silent, Little Bruce seemed to understand something.

He nodded and turned to look at a badge hanging on a display case in the living room.

It was a shield-shaped emblem forged purely from gold, engraved with three crossed long swords, one gold, one silver, and one green. At the bottom of the emblem, Prince's family name was impressively printed.

"Alfred."

"...Master Wayne."

"How much do you know about the Prince family?"

(End of this chapter)