K-type Mage

"Hello." Bruce smiled frivolously, showing the unscrupulousness unique to Gotham sweethearts, "Is this an invitation? I'm not interested in men."

No one noticed the conversation taking place here.

"..." The blond-haired young man - Lak Uther still had a smile on his face, his half-closed eyes widened, "Did you... misunderstand something?"

he asked innocently, looking like a pure and innocent little lamb.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Bruce Wayne: "...???"

The regular Gotham gossip headliner who found out that the other party didn't have any intentional look was genuinely shocked.

Are you serious? !

The "pure and flawless little lamb" tasted it, and said seriously: "I'm not that unbearable. You think too much. Happy things, of course, are things that make everyone happy, and it doesn't mean that."

Bruce isn't quite sure he's being despised.But he can fully imagine that some people from the outside world watching here must have burst into earth-shattering laughter, and they might have used all kinds of methods to record the video.

"What's the matter?" he asked bluntly.

"I'm a little curious about your purpose." Lak was also very direct, completely ignoring the "embarrassment" before, "You seem to think that I shouldn't do this?" He tilted his head and observed the other party, with undisguised evaluation in his eyes and confused, "That's weird, I don't remember meeting you or your elders...what's your name?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" The black-haired and blue-eyed young man said calmly, and pronounced another address word by word, "Mr. Yuan Shen..."

Lak Uther blinked, but did not speak.

……guessed wrong?

The next second when he had this idea, Bruce saw the other person's eyes light up, as if he had just reacted.

"You—you know me," said Rucker, jumping off the roof, leaning in front of Bruce, looking at him back and forth, "I actually returned to Earth in the future? I thought I had to stay here until I had to Sleep or die." He smiled happily, and patted the other person's shoulder intimately, "Hello, young man from Earth, why did you appear here?"

Bruce also felt out of step with the unexpected development.

"Yuan?" He turned and stepped back, his expression tense, "Why are you...?"

"Look at this face, I'm "Rack Uther" now. The blond young man smiled and repeated, "Lack or Uther, whichever you choose, young man." "

He always squints his eyes when he smiles, but the green eyes that are slightly opened at this moment are as cold as an ancient forest under the ice sheet, all life has been sealed, and the lush greenery is vague and unreal—and The sun shining on the ice sheet has no warmth.

"..." Bruce changed his address, "Uther, you said "you" before? "

"Of course, I'm not stupid." Luke said, "Rodgers has already entered the city, and the other two are coming here in a carriage—what's your contact information?" He looked like he didn't need to answer, and said to himself Go on, ""Gravekeeper's Tomb"—it's a blessing that Rogers can say this to me, is everything controllable in your perception? "

"He's kind of likeable," he added, "but I always thought you wouldn't be so blunt. . . . It's odd."

Bruce: "..."

Isn't this because I thought of the usual performance of "future you" - straightforward, honest, and teaching people to deal with difficulties.

"Bruce Wayne." He gave the name politely, "So would you help, Uther."

Luke: "No."

"What do I have to do with you?" He said confidently, "What does your task mean to me? Please forgive me, I am a non-overtime advocate."

"...Then what are you doing in town?" Bruce hit the nail on the head.

"I want to watch a good show." Luke said, "People need something to pass the time when they are bored." He put his hand on his chest with a smile, bent down and performed a deacon salute, "I wish you good luck, I will Farewell."

He straightened up and took a step back, his figure disappeared into the air.

The passers-by in the distance seemed to have just noticed a road here, turned their eyes to Bruce standing on the side of the street, and looked at him several times, showing ambiguous and narrow expressions, as if they regarded him as a A young master who wants to go to a cheap place to find excitement.

……unexpected.Ignoring these and continuing to take steps, Bruce lowered his eyes and thought about the performance of Rack Uther. When he connected with the gentle elder who always smiled in reality, he always felt that something was wrong-is this also fun for acting?

Or... In the illusion that Jason saw, as a projection of the fictionalized past, he noticed something wrong with his own existence?

If so—what would he think?

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Steve, who led an army of 3000 people to the gate of the city, saw the lord surrounded by him. It was a middle-aged man who looked strong and capable, and he was very kind to the commander who led the army—he seemed a little strange why Steve, but after confirming his identity, he chatted enthusiastically.

The teammates all explained that there was no atmosphere of war in the city. Steve looked around, and it was true. The lord's personal guards, the streets and crowds in the distance were very leisurely and peaceful.

With a polite smile, he spoke in an official tone with the city lord. The army could not be brought into the city. He gave gold coins and asked for a rich meal for the soldiers who had traveled a long distance.

The lord of the city looked at him with a subtle look, but didn't say much. The butler who followed him smiled contemptuously, and mocked in a low voice when Steve led the horse past: "It's hypocritical."

Steve: "..."

Looking back at the army for the last time, through the thick city walls and the crowd, he seemed to see for a moment that the sky above the army had darkened, an ominous omen.

The city lord didn't seem to care about what he was going to do next, and after pointing to the residence provided for the army commander, he was surrounded and left on his own.

The team map showed that the other three teammates had joined, and when Steve rode on his horse and rushed to that location while explaining what he had encountered, the chat channel became "lively"——

After Bruce said "Lack Uther is Yuanshen's vest".

Steve, who also had direct contact with the other party, struggled back and forth between disbelief and bewilderment, and finally had no choice but to choke out a sentence——

[Rodgers: Is Yuan willing to show his past self here? 】

[Romanov: This is just the result of not refusing, I think. 】

[Wayne: He is too tolerant of "Yuen". 】

【Holmes: Huh?A scene where a close friend breaks up? 】

The other three were silent.Since Holmes suddenly entered the dungeon, there is not much information given now, so...why was his first thought?

[Holmes: John is watching a new BBC drama recently. Although it is very boring, the relationship between the characters is quite interesting. You can go and watch it. 】

[Romanov: It sounds like you have a good relationship with him. 】

【Holmes: Of course, I am his best friend. 】

Steve can't help smiling: that sounds like a kid showing off.

【Holmes: So I guessed right?But they all broke up, would there still be a plot of him chasing him and fleeing? 】

Bruce felt that letting the consulting detective go any further would make it easy to wonder what he was getting into with his roommate.He decided to change the subject.

[Wayne: Uther must be looking at this place somewhere, I think it is half possible for him to guess that this is just an illusion of the past. 】

[Romanov: I don't understand why there is him.Tatar fairy tales are stories in Uther’s mouth, and they are also stories in their mouths, so they can’t be put into the real world at all]

[Rodgers: ... What Eun did is pushing us to know the source.The meaning is unknown, but the source himself did not stop. 】

His thoughts were the same as Bruce's, and the latter was not surprised, after all, he could feel it when he thought about it.

There are not many people on the street, which is also strange.In terms of scope, April is a medium-sized city. Even if it is different from the modern society with a population explosion, the people I meet along the way do not fit the scale of the city.

Steve joined three teammates according to the route, and when he rode a steed from the street corner to stop in front of them, Natasha looked at them and praised sincerely: "Captain, you are very suitable for making ancient war documentaries. "

"Sounds like a good experience." Steve smiled, rolled over from his horse, and turned to the only unfamiliar person present, "Hi, I'm Steve Rogers."

"Sherlock Holmes." The curly-haired and long-faced young man who had already removed his disguise nodded reservedly, "He is a consulting detective."

In the last century, the Captain America was famous all over the world, and he was included in textbooks. After the resurrection of Captain America, he became popular around the world for a while; there was a roommate who was a military doctor, and Sherlock had a good attitude.

He is full of interest in what he encounters now.

"After I go out, I want to know all the information." He said bluntly, but also clearly understood the sequence, "Gravekeeper, what are your thoughts?"

Natasha frowned and said, "People here keep a common secret."

"Yes." Steve recalled the steward's taunt, and recalled the words of Rendell who was "erased" by Uther, "The army commander should also know, that is to say, the 3000 people were brought in on purpose." Come and do something... bad."

"War," Bruce said. "Uther said the Gravekeepers are everywhere and only watch the war... Maybe we should look at the history of this city."

Natasha said: "Then go to the library?"

"No, the City Lord's Mansion." Sherlock said, "I was looking for disguise materials and driving a carriage before, and found the ruins of the library. Judging from the remaining traces, it was deliberately set on fire a few months ago." He spoke quickly, " Other than that, the only place where it is possible to keep records is the civil servant's office or the archives of the City Lord's Mansion."

They exchanged glances with each other, and the last one looked at was Steve, who was the commander of the army: the way is in front of him, if you don't use it, you will lose it.

Steve nodded slightly and said, "Then try it."

This group of earthlings who were pulled in to play games just did what they said, and followed the map to the City Lord's Mansion in the center of the city.

Also on the tall clock tower in the center of the city, a young man with blond hair and green eyes in the window is watching them coming from a distance.

The breeze was blowing from afar, bringing with it a stale, stale smell.He looked away, lowered his eyes to caress the part of his heart, and sighed imperceptibly.

"...by then, am I alone again?" he asked softly.

No voice answered the question.