American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The old town of Gotham is not much different from the original world.

It’s just that there are gargoyle sculptures on the houses here. The symbol of this thing is protection, but in this old group of pointed-roof buildings, one can only feel the eeriness and horror.

Especially in such a dark night.

Miaomu got out of the car, and Li Claw, who was driving in front, followed him out and led Miaomu towards a villa in front.

The reason why this guy was not shot dead directly by Naegi was because of his name, Dick Grayson.

At first, Miaomu just felt that the voice sounded familiar. When he was putting bullets into the magazine, Miaomu remembered that this was the eldest master.

Nightwing, the eldest son of the Bat Family, is also the first Robin. He later went solo and became a superhero in the neighboring city.

Obviously, in this world, Dick is a member of the Claws under the Court of Owls, but this is normal, after all, their family is really a traditional Claw family.

His grandfather was a member of the Claw.

However, after defecting, he was caught again and is probably still buried in the coffin, waiting for the moment to be awakened, return from the underworld, and tear apart the enemies for the Court of Owls.

"Here she is, waiting for you."

Dick, wearing a Claw uniform, stood at the door, like a sculpture, with no sign of change or emotional fluctuation.

Miaomu turned around and looked around, then walked forward. He was also very curious about who invited him.

The point is, why invite him?

This is a problem. Miaomu unscrewed the patterned copper handle and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

The room was bright and warm, even a little hot, and the fireplace on the wall was burning.

"Welcome, please help yourself, I'm having dinner."

A female voice sounded from the restaurant. Miao Mu did not guess, but went straight to the restaurant.

A woman with a white owl mask on her face and an ivory dress was sitting at the dining table, cutting the tender foie gras on the plate with a knife and fork. There was a bottle of red wine next to her.

Miaomu walked over, picked up the red wine on the table and took a look at it. He didn't understand it, but this thing could be used as a good weapon.

"If it weren't for the prophecy, I would never let a man disturb my dinner time." The woman was a little angry. She threw away her knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped her lips.

"Okay, you can tell me now, otherwise, I will make you regret letting me get so close to you."

Miao Mu weighed the wine bottle in his hand and fixed his eyes on the woman's head. He guaranteed that he could smash it down in one second.

Perhaps sensing Naegi's eager gaze, the woman slowly put down her napkin and said, "We are not enemies."

"Then tell me the prophecy first. Whose prophecy is it? And how did you find me? Do you know who I am?"

Naegi's series of questions gave the woman a headache, but it also made her feel a lot more at ease.

"Unfortunately, I don't know who you are. I just asked someone to find you. As for the prophecy, you can follow me."

The woman stood up, pushed the chair away, and walked to the wall where there was an oil painting hanging. She flipped open the painting and turned on a switch.

The burning fireplace slowly moved away, revealing a deep tunnel underneath.

"Come to think of it, there are actually many of us who want to kill you. Some of them are old immortals. They have all heard the prophecy of God."

The woman said this with a helpless tone and walked towards the tunnel. Miaomu noticed her feet.

She was not wearing high heels, but judging from the distance of her footsteps and the sound, the woman in front of him was not ordinary. Under her ivory silk dress, she must be fully armed.

Miaomu reached out and tugged at his collar. The wound was a little scabbed. He usually took the immortal wine made from the Dionysus gem and drank it as water. It was also effective. At least his recovery ability was much stronger.

"Do you know who we are? The Court of Owls, the kings of darkness in Gotham. We know everything."

The woman asked and answered her own questions, walking down the spiral staircase with ease, obviously very familiar with the place.

"But our founding originated from an ancient saying thousands of years ago. Can you imagine that thousands of years ago, this country had not yet been born, and the history of this country is only two hundred years!"

The woman seemed to be unable to hold back her laughter. "Ah, it's just so outrageous. Even the Eastern countries with the most distant history have changed many times, and they still believe in those ancient teachings."

"Do you think they are old-fashioned people or old bastards?" The woman turned her head and asked Miaomu with a slight smile.

"So...what tribe are you from?"

Naegi hits the crux of the matter, because he remembers one thing, that is, during the caveman period, Barbatos once affected the earth, but it seems to be related to Batman as well.

The world of birds and bats.

"...You are really weird, but I like you because at least you can help me." The woman continued to walk down.

"You, not you all. It seems that you are divided into two factions. You want my help? You don't want me to get rid of them, do you?"

Naegi put his hands in his pockets and speculated on his own.

"Almost. However, I don't need your help in killing people. I need your help in restoring the world. I'm not saying that the chaos outside will soon return to normal. After all, we all have to live. Here we are."

The woman stopped in front. It was an underground palace, but it looked like a tomb.

Miao Mu looked ahead and saw the woman tied to the cross. It was an old lady with her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched, as if she was having an epileptic seizure, but she kept saying something.

"Can you understand what she said?" Miao Mu asked in a deep voice, his eyes fell on a white fountain behind the cross.

Clear spring water continuously gushes out of the golden nozzle, echoing in the white, shell-shaped fountain, emitting a silvery-white halo, as beautiful as twinkling stars.

That thing should be amber gold, a liquid metal in the water source. It tastes sweet and can heal injuries. Drinking it will also make people see beautiful hallucinations.

However, the biggest function of this thing is to create undead claws for the Court of Owls and inject this thing into the bone marrow.

"The world will eventually be destroyed, and God will descend upon this world. To prepare for God's coming, we will let the sea flood the world. Go find and kill the person who has violated God's majesty."

The woman translated word by word, but she obviously had no respect for the so-called god.

"So? If you have something to say, just say it. I hate guessing riddles at critical moments. Also, who are you? Give me a name."

Naegi asked in a deep voice, because he doubted the identity of this woman, but he couldn't think of anyone else like her.

"Me? You don't need to know who I am. I just don't want the world to end. You know, it's dark."

The woman pointed to the sky in confusion and said, "Since you have offended the majesty of that god, you might as well do more."

"So, what should I do?" There was no change on Miaomu's face, but he was already thinking about it in his mind.

The so-called God is only Barbatos. If the world really develops in two directions as he and Brucey discussed, it will fall into the dark side of Negative Earth 11.

A world without life and without light will eventually sink into darkness, but the reverse is another matter.

"I don't know. I just think that if God wants to kill you, you naturally have the opportunity to change the world." The woman shrugged helplessly.

"Then I know what to do." Miaomu turned and walked out. When he reached the stairs, Miaomu suddenly turned around and shouted.

"Brucey?"

The woman felt nothing, not even a change in expression. Miao Mu turned around and left. He was overthinking it.

After Miao Mu left, the woman took off the mask, looked at the mask in her hand, and murmured to herself:

"Bruce? This guy has a lot of secrets, but they can always be used. Destroying the world, what a joke."

The woman threw away the mask in her hand, turned to look at the old woman tied to the cross, and walked over.

"Ms. Bowles, it's time for you to rest." The woman put down the cross, dragged the old woman on it, and threw her into the fountain.

Under the calm water, the old woman lay in it without any struggle. The water reflected the woman's face, which was almost identical to Bruce's, or even exactly the same.

However, her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.