[Comprehensive British and American] Enthusiastic villains save the earth

The farewell ceremony came to an end because of the protagonist's final absence.

After watching the burial of the Wayne couple, Bruce covered his ears and ran away screaming as if he heard something frightening.

All the guests thought that this was an evasive behavior caused by a miserable boy who couldn't accept the reality. While lamenting the boy's tragic experience, they inquired about the current ruler of the Wayne Group intentionally or unintentionally.

Clark and Garhold stood under the shade of a tree not far away and saw Bruce running away emotionally. Garhold was a little worried, but Clark was still by his side. He couldn't leave Clark who couldn't run very well. The dirt was muddy, and with Clark's ability, he was sure to fall.

Alfred stood right in front of them, watching his poor young master disappear into the bushes of the cemetery.He wanted to catch up, but he was tired of dealing with the guests who kept asking him about the situation.

Garhold took a look at Alfred, he brought Clark to Alfred, and said, "Mr. Alfred, can you look after Clark for me? I am a little urgent to urinate and want to go to the toilet first .”

Alfred looked at Garhold in surprise, then nodded in understanding, "Of course, Master Garhold, Master Clark will leave it to me."

Clark saw what his brother was thinking, pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction and whispered, "Why can't I go together?"

Garhold rubbed Clark's dewy face, and comforted him with his forehead, "You're too young, Clark, you can't keep up with me and Bruce, can you wait for me here?"

Clark was not a naughty child, he nodded, and Alfred held his hand, obviously he didn't hear the whispers of the two children.

[Commander, you have an email from Thomas Wayne, please check it carefully. 】Ordis reminded again.

"Read it to me, Ordis," Garhold walked quickly through the bushes. Wayne Manor was like a huge natural maze, which made him dizzy. I need to find Bruce."

【Everything & ●'<↘Your, Commander. 】Ordis's processor was noisy for a while, and soon informed Garhold of a coordinate, 【There is only this life activity reaction nearby, it should be the trace of Bruce Wayne's activity. 】

Garhold confirmed the location. It was the backyard of Wayne Manor, a small hillside inaccessible, surrounded by overgrown weeds, and many sharp branches protruded from the bushes. Garhold looked down at what Martha had just given him. After buying new clothes, he untied the small suit that was wrapped around him, and folded the clothes neatly on the grass. He only wore a small shirt. He raised his hand and put aside the bushes, and walked in. .

[Dear Your Excellency Tian Nuo, I am sorry to bother you in this way. 】Ordis began to read the content of the email without emotion.

[When you receive this email, I am no longer alive.This letter will be automatically sent to you anonymously 36 hours after my heart stopped. 】

Garhold pushed away the arms of the branches that blocked his view, paused, frowned, and then walked forward.

[My death is because someone wanted to cover up the secrets of Gotham's past, and it was also because I discovered something deeper and darker. 】

[This information may be helpful to you. I know a terrifying existence that is darker and more evil than Gotham's secret. He is looking for a child, or a person he calls a child . 】

[You are me and my son, Bruce's savior, forgive me for conducting a detailed investigation on you earlier, which also allows me to roughly guess that the "child" that this existence in the dark is looking for may have something to do with you Deep connection. 】

Garhold pushed through countless layers of bushes that blocked his progress, and finally walked up the hillside, frowning as he listened to Ordis read the last letter from Thomas Wayne.

[At the end of this letter, I implore you to agree to my last excessive request as a father. 】

【Protect my son, Bruce, he is everything to me. 】

[Anonymous email ●●●● has been deciphered]

Garhold walked up the hillside, and he stopped in front of a big tree half as thick as a man. A bottomless pit appeared in front of him like a giant's mouth.

Swarms of bats came out of the giant's mouth like phantoms. He had never seen such a large number of bats.The swarm of bats flew and circled in the air, and shuttled back and forth at the entrance of the cave, making ear-piercing screams.

[Commander, the final life activity reaction is here. 】

Garhold squatted down and used his hands to drive away the bats that kept attacking his face. With the dim sunlight, he could barely see the scene under the cave.

This bat cave is not deep, about five or six meters high, but it is still too high for a child.

Garhold couldn't help but think of the Batcave Thomas had mentioned back home, the Batcave Bruce had accidentally fallen into.

The boy who lost everything stood in the deep pit, letting the bats around him come out of him with fluttering wings. His face was stained with mud and blood, and he looked injured when he entered the deep pit.

A thin line of blood dripped down his brow bone on his forehead. He closed his eyes, as if he didn't feel it, and stood quietly in the cave, as if he was waiting for the bat to lift him up.

Garhold did not speak. He had already discovered a rock climbing device made of rough iron nails and ropes beside the pit. The boy did not fall down by slipping.

These bats are like a blessing, a trial, waiting for the boy named Bruce Wayne to raise his own banner.

After a long time, the boy opened his eyes. The dim light made him squint. He raised his head and looked beyond the pothole. A familiar face was looking down at him.

Garhold could feel the completely different emotions in the boy's pupils from the past, the eyes that had experienced all the grief were no longer innocent, he had lost his innocence, leaving only anger and hatred in his heart.

The bats in the cave still had no intention of stopping, Bruce looked at Garhold, he didn't speak, he grabbed the rope on the side, coiled the rope with one hand, and clung to the earth wall of the cave with the other hand.

Garhold could see the bruised fingers, the knuckles that turned white when he clung to it, and the suit that had been filthy from the mud and water. Garhold stood still and watched the boy climb slowly and with difficulty.The boy climbed for nearly 15 minutes at a depth of five or six meters.

Garhold quietly, as a recorder and an observer, watched the boy climb out of the deep pit, panting and lying on the ground, he stepped forward and squatted down, Bruce noticed his movement, he raised his head, Sparks were burning in his eyes.

"I won't be afraid anymore, I'm going to be strong, I'm going to be strong, I'm going to change everything."

Garhold stared at Bruce, and after a while, Bruce heard Garhold say in a low voice, "Yes, Bruce." He stretched out his hand, Bruce held his hand in cooperation, and Garhold helped him up.

The previous rock climbing consumed most of Bruce's physical strength, coupled with the large and small bruises and falls on his body, now it is difficult for him to maintain his balance even when he walks, but he still stubbornly stands up straight.

Garhold put Bruce's less injured hand on his shoulder, supported him and said, "Go back, Mr. Alfred should be very anxious now."

"...Thank you." Bruce whispered, and Garhold continued walking forward as if he didn't hear him.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, the farewell party at Wayne Manor was over, and the guests had almost left, only Jonathan and Alfred, who had not seen Garhold, took Clark behind the cemetery. Anxiously looking around the bushes.

When the two walked out of the bushes supporting each other, the adults all exclaimed. When Alfred saw Bruce's appearance, he couldn't help but sighed. He probably guessed where the boy went, and his heart ached. He hugged the boy horizontally.

The boy was exhausted and fell asleep when he saw Alfred. Alfred carefully checked the injury for a while, and after confirming that there was no serious problem, he looked at Galho who was putting on his original small suit De, bowed solemnly.

Jonathan on the side was also confused by the panic. He knelt down and looked at Garhold, who still had some dirt on his face and his hair was messed up by the branches of the bushes, with an extremely serious expression, "Gar, how can you put The younger brother threw it aside and left the adults to go to a dangerous place."

"I didn't abandon Clark... I asked Mr. Alfred to take care of him..." Galhold faced the distraught father, powerlessly defending. "And I just went to find Bruce..."

"You should ask an adult for help when something like this happens, how can you do this by yourself." Jonathan saw the boy lower his head guiltily, and his tone softened slightly. "Dad knows you are worried about Bruce, but remember to ask an adult for help next time you encounter this situation, okay?"

"Okay Dad, I won't do it next time." Garhold lowered his head, as if he was admitting his mistake.

"Mr. Kent, thank you very much, Master Garhold for your help." Alfred bowed slightly to Jonathan, "It's getting late today, it's too unsafe to go back to Smallwell from here, why don't you invite the three of you tonight Stay overnight at Wayne Manor."

"Ah... this is not good..." Alfred added before Jonathan finished speaking, "I believe Master Thomas would do the same if he was alive."

"...Okay." Jonathan couldn't refuse the butler's invitation, not to mention that it was really unsafe to go home, and the hospitality was hard to refuse, so Jonathan had to drag Clark, Garhold and Alfred into the manor's mansion.

Alfred briefly dealt with Bruce's injury, carried the boy back to his own room, and arranged two rooms for the three people who stayed in the hall, one for two children, and the other for Jonathan and an adult live.

Garhold took off the shirt that was stained with dirt, just in time for Jonathan to rush to his and Clark's room, and to remind them not to run around again.

"Understood... Dad, I was wrong." The culprit, Garhold, said helplessly and apologetically.

After a few more instructions, Jonathan returned to his room. At this time, Alfred, the hardworking housekeeper, had already prepared the children's pajamas, and walked into their room with two sets of thick bath towels.

"Good evening, Master Clark and Master Garhold." Alfred smiled kindly, "Thank you both for your help today, and thank you for always being willing to accompany Master Bruce."

"Alfred, is Bruce okay?" Clark asked with some concern, "Oh, Master Bruce is fine... I will take care of him." Alfred said so, he looked at the two faces The dirty boys pointed to the bathroom next to the guest room and said, "Do you need me to put hot water for you?"

"No need, I'll put the hot water on, and we'll take a shower later." Garhold glanced at the loyal old butler. The sudden changes in the past few days also caused the butler to suffer from the loss of his master. Pain, he has lost his friend, the person he is worthy of supporting for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Garhold couldn't help but say, "You've worked hard too, Mr. Alfred..."

Alfred had a good impression of the precocious boy in front of him, and he rarely showed his sad expression in front of the two children, "Thank you kid... You can call me Alfred just like Master Bruce That's fine, then I won't disturb your rest, if you need my help, there is a hand bell on the cabinet beside the bed, so good night, two young masters." After saying that, he nodded to the two boys and closed the door carefully. room.

"Good night, Alf." The brothers said in unison.

"So, let's go take a shower together, Clark?" Garhold touched his body where it had been rained, and his body became sticky with sweat and rain.He walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to adjust the water temperature, and plugged the bathtub plug when the temperature was right.

"Gal, you can't throw me to someone else next time!" Clark, who hadn't spoken much, said angrily, "I want to be with Gal!"

Garhold knelt down helplessly and helped Clark untie the tight little suit on his body, "I'm sorry, Clark, there will be no next time."

"We promise! Don't lie!"

"Okay, we promise not to lie!"

After simply rinsing off the mud on his body, the water temperature in the bathtub was just right. It was also the first time for Clark to take a bath in the bathtub. Garhold was afraid that he would blow up the bathtub in agitation, so he had to carefully support him. The two young boys helped each other into the bathtub.

Garhold had never experienced this kind of feeling either. The feeling of being wrapped in hot water was like returning to the Dream Tank, while Clark was full of novelty splashing water in the bathtub to play.

Garhold looked at Clark who was carefree playing in the water, lamenting the child's innocence, recalling everything he experienced today, and his thoughts diverged again.

"Gal...Gal..." Clark called Garhold from the side.

"Huh? What's the matter, Clark, I'm here." Garhold came back to his senses, and quickly replied, "What's the matter?"

"You look very unhappy..." Clark wrinkled his small face and said with some concern. "Is it because of Bruce, he looks bad..."

"It's okay Clark, Bruce has pulled himself together." Garhold recalled in his mind the pair of dark blue eyes that could still see sparks flickering even in the dark cave, "He has found his own direction."