Martin Variety in American Comics

Although Alex hated his father, he still adopted the same attitude and means as his father in dealing with Morpheus.

For many years, he has been constantly reinforcing the basement, always maintaining the integrity of the runes underground, and never allowing anyone except him and his husband to enter the basement.

The only difference between the two is that old Roderick did not enter Morpheus for life, power and wealth, while Alex did it to get Morpheus's promise.

He begged day after day, month after month, year after year, begging the dream master to forgive his past actions and not punish himself.

Of course, Morpheus would not accept such a coercive request, and hated the mortal who was helped by him and killed his loyal servant.

Alex kept asking, well, the only response he got was eternal silence.

He knew that he would never get what he wanted, and not only did he have no idea of ​​the future in his heart, but he became more stubborn.

"Lord of the Dream, I only have such a humble request, why don't you agree? As long as you agree to this, I promise to release you immediately."

Alex's voice was very light. His body was very old, and the basement was very damp, which was not suitable for the elderly.

Moreover, he did not dare to enter the range covered by the rune, for fear that any influence would make Morpheus escape from his captivity.

Bang!

The gas in the glass ball had not been completely pumped out, and there was a dull sound of collision, and a face with a cold face gradually became clear from the smoke.

It seems that although Alex's voice was small, it still reached Morpheus' ears, triggering the anger of the Lord of the Dream, and made him protest in this way.

Morpheus in human form has a similar face to death, both of which are slender and thin, with a pair of black and white eyes, and the whole face is like an ice cube.

Soon, the smoke dissipated, and Morpheus' body gradually appeared.

Bare shoulders, chest, abdomen, all the way to the toes, all exposed, without any clothes on the body, like a stripped lamb, forced to be placed in front of everyone.

In response to Alex's request, Morpheus's only answer was silence.

He pressed his hands on the glass wall, staring at the old man several meters away, without any change, as if he would stare like this forever.

Both old men knew that when Morpheus was imprisoned, although he was still immortal, he could not use his magic power to the outside world.

Even so, looking at the dark eyes of the dream master, the two old men who were about to age suddenly felt that the temperature around them had dropped by several degrees, and their wrinkled and age-spotted skin also had goose bumps.

Alex finally fell silent when he saw this scene.

Decades!

He said all the words of begging for mercy and compromise in the world to Morpheus, but no matter how time passed, his body became old.

Morpheus remained indifferent and said nothing, just like his body that would never change.

However, the more this happened, the more panicked Alex became.

When he was alive, he could maintain such a seal as a condition for negotiation.

But when he died, and when his lover died, too.

This castle without an heir would be exposed to the world, and then the dream master would regain his freedom.

Alex and her husband were just two ordinary people, and they didn't have the magic book left by old Roderick.

So Alex firmly believed that even if her body died, her soul would be caught by the free dream master and suffer eternal torture.

To be honest, after decades of mental torture, Alex no longer cared about her own outcome, but she didn't want her husband to be implicated because of what she and her father did.

Thinking of this, Alex was ready to make another effort.

This time, he didn't plan to pray for anything for himself, and was even willing to take the initiative to take responsibility, just to give her husband a chance.

But before he opened his mouth, the phone rang.

The housekeeper in charge of managing the manor reported back: "Master Burgess, a guest came to visit with an invitation from the Wayne family. Do you want to meet him?"

Wayne family?

A bunch of question marks popped up in the minds of the two old men at the same time.

They were surprised, but they did not have a contemptuous mentality like other old nobles.

Although British nobles like to hold on to their so-called ancestors and often mock Americans as a group of country bumpkins.

But now is the 21st century after all. No matter how thick the family tree of these noble families is, it cannot compare to the amount of money in the hands of American consortiums.

What's more, the Wayne family itself has existed for hundreds of years and has a solid bloodline inheritance, which is much better than the family history of those perverted nobles who like to mess around, sodomy, and cheat.

Let alone the current Burgess family, even decades ago, when old Roderick was still there, it was nothing in front of other families.

How could such a person come to their own home?

The two old men looked at each other and had the same question in their hearts.

Alex didn't even think about it and blurted out, "We never see outsiders, no matter who comes..."

"Wait a minute, treat our guests with good food and drinks, don't let them think we are being rude."

Woody and her husband had exactly the same idea.

He hung up the phone right after he finished speaking, and then explained his thoughts to his dissatisfied husband: "I haven't met new friends for too long. Everything in this manor makes me feel like a mummy lying in a coffin."

"But we still have work to do. There's nothing wrong with meeting new friends."

Alex, who wanted to get angry, felt very uncomfortable when he heard her husband say that, so she nodded and agreed.

He pressed the button, and the glass ball that sealed Morpheus was filled with milky white smoke again, covering all his traces.

Woody wanted to do something while her husband was not paying attention, but Alex grabbed his arm.

Feeling the power erupting from her husband's old body, Woody sighed, and finally stopped his actions, ready to find another opportunity to persuade him not to be obsessed anymore.

"You old stubborn man!"

Woody had no choice but to push the wheelchair out of the basement, and the heavy iron doors closed one by one, sealing the basement tightly.

...

When Martin was warmly welcomed by the butler, he was a little surprised.

"I never thought that the Wayne family's name would be so useful in the UK?"

He laughed a little in his heart, and then walked through the manor and into the living room under the guidance of the butler.

"Mr. Martin, please wait. The two Burgesses will be here soon."

The butler certainly didn't know the secret of the basement, and he didn't complain about this same-sex couple with aristocratic titles.

Who asked them to give enough money, and they didn't have any quirks.

The middle-aged bald British butler, as a standard etiquette, then went to prepare tea for Martin.

Martin didn't stop the butler. He walked to the window and opened it. The crow flew in and landed on his shoulder.

"After decades, this place is still exactly the same as in the past, without any changes."

The crow turned its head, and its blood-red eyes swept around, expressing its heartfelt feelings.

Martin was also looking, but what he saw was different from the crow.

The blessing of death to him seemed to have no limit. His eyes had recently changed and began to transform into the magic eye. He saw the end of everything around him at a glance.

After he was sure that there was no magic here, he turned around and teased the crow, saying, "This is the place where you died once, don't you feel awkward?"

"Of course not."

The crow said seriously, "Maybe I stayed in the dream for too long, and life and death in the world are not so important to me."

"Mr. Martin, you've been waiting for a long time!"

Before Martin and the crow had a few words, the ordinary-looking butler came over dragging a large plate.

It was full of tea and snacks. Although it looked simple, it smelled good.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not here for tea. Please sit down, let's chat!"

No mistakes, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

Martin patted the sofa opposite, and the crow had already landed behind the sofa to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

"If you want to chat, of course I have to accompany you. But forget it, this is the host's seat."

The butler arranged the tea and snacks for the guests, and quickly waved his hand to reject Martin's invitation.

Martin curled his lips, feeling dissatisfied, but he didn't say much.

He poured himself a cup of hot tea, which looked like black tea, but he didn't carefully distinguish the variety of this tea. He took a sip and put it down.

After the politeness was done, he turned to look at the butler standing beside him and asked: "Such a large manor, you are the only butler, no other servants? You have to do everything yourself?"

Maintaining a manor is actually very expensive.

Take Wayne Manor as an example. The cost of careful maintenance for a year is enough to make two or three sets of equipment used by Batman now.

"The two Burgesses live a simple life. Although they have hired a few servants, they are all dedicated to work, not for decoration."

There is also a gap between servants.

Martin knew this, so he felt disgusted. He nodded when he got this answer and didn't ask further.

Then he began to ask indirect questions, ostensibly to inquire about the general situation of the manor, but actually to understand the situation of the two old men.

The purpose of his inquiry was very simple, just to find out what the situation was between the two people, so as to judge how to deal with each other later.

Although Martin said that he was unwilling to participate in the family affairs of the Endless Family, he was still prepared to do something in the face of the request of death.

Under Martin's purposeful inquiry, he understood everything he wanted to know within a few minutes.

This butler was very good at managing the manor, but he had no sense of confidentiality.

In fact, this is normal, it is the 21st century now.

The so-called nobles no longer have the qualifications to appear in the political arena, and naturally they will no longer cultivate any confidants. Moreover, the Burgess Manor is like this, except for a basement, there is no secret to keep.

"Please forgive us two old men, our bones are empty, and we walk a little slowly."

Woody's voice was faster than his pace, interrupting Martin and the butler's conversation.

Martin stood up.

From the conversation with the housekeeper, he found that the two old men had never acted arrogantly, and the intelligence sent by the Justice League also proved that there was no sign of magic in Burgess Manor.

Martin was sure that the same-sex couple was the unlucky ones who were accidentally involved in the stage of fate. Out of courtesy to the old man, he stood up and took the lead to walk over and extend his hand to them.

The master arrived, and the housekeeper did not listen on the side, but left the room quietly.

"Mr. Burgess, my name is Martin."

Martin smiled and shook hands with the two old men, and sat on the sofa with them.

Alex walked around the basement and was a little depressed, so Woody took over everything.

"Mr. Martin, there doesn't seem to be a member of the Wayne family like you, right?"

"Of course."

Martin admitted this directly: "Bruce and I are just good friends in private, so I am not here for any official business this time, but to find someone."

"Looking for someone?"

Woody showed doubt on his face, he shook his head gently and replied: "Then you may have come to the wrong place, young man. Our manor is not open to people all year round, and there have been no guests for a long time. You are the first one to come to our door in the past few years."

"Maybe in the past few years."

Martin poured tea for the three people slowly, and said with a smile: "The person I am looking for came to this manor by accident decades ago, and then was imprisoned here. His family was a little anxious, so they entrusted me to take him back."

"I wonder if the two old gentlemen can understand what I mean?"

"You?"

Woody stood up suddenly, his blood pressure in his brain increased, his eyes became black, and he felt that there were stars around him.

Alex understood Martin's intention earlier than his husband. He wanted to call security, but the crow grabbed his finger.

"Don't be nervous!"

Martin saw that the old man was about to faint due to high blood pressure, so he quickly helped him sit on the sofa and gently tapped his finger, temporarily relieving his symptoms.

The old man took a breath, raised his finger and pointed at Martin, stammering: "You, you, you, you, what do you want?"

Martin smiled and shook his head: "We have no hatred or resentment, of course we won't do anything to you.

I'm just here to release people. Instead of questioning me, you might as well think about how to face the person you have imprisoned for decades."

"Let's go."

Martin waved his hand and didn't give the two a chance to refuse: "You should know that this day will come sooner or later, and you can't avoid it. Even if the body dies, the spirit will face the final judgment."

Alex seemed very excited. He saw the crow standing in front of him and it took a lot of effort to keep himself awake.

Woody felt a sense of relief.

The end is finally here.

The headache is better now. I shouldn't use the fan.

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