Shadow of the Beautiful World

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At the same time when Merlin arrived in Kandahar and began his latent career.

In another place not far from him, a wanderer who has been away from home for several years is on his way home.

A white private jet is parked on the tarmac at the Nepal border, near the highland airport in the Himalayas. The gangway of the plane had fallen down. An old man with gray hair and grey hair wearing a gray woolen coat and a cane was standing in the slightly cold wind.

His waist was straight, his gray eyes looked straight ahead, and against the gloomy weather, the old man looked like a sculpture in the cold wind.

He is waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who is very important to yourself.

His name is Alfred, Alfred Panives.

An Englishman born during the Second World War, a savvy and powerful veteran, a conscientious butler.

At the same time, he is also a failed guardian.

At some point in 1991, Alfred lost the young master he looked after. In the next 8 years, he mobilized almost all the manpower and resources he could mobilize to find the young man who seemed to have disappeared.

He knew his young master should be alive, but young master, the young man who was once mild, painful, and desperate, seemed to evaporate in one page.

In the years of hard search, Alfred has also been slowly hopeless from the beginning, full of hope, and has rebuilt confidence in time, and now is calm.

Well, at least it looks very calm on the surface.

After receiving a phone call suddenly last night, the old man, nearly 70 years old, crossed the vast majority of the earth at the fastest speed, from the warm manor to the cold air under the roof of the world.

Alfred is waiting...

A housekeeper without a master is destined to be incompetent, and the old man is waiting for his failed career to restart.

That's today.

A few minutes later, when the light of the sky became darker and the cold wind of the airport became more bleak, at the end of Alfred's sight, on the hillside at the edge of the airport, a figure appeared.

A wave of light flashed in the old housekeeper's eyes, and the fingers of his walking stick moved.

With the figure getting closer and closer, Alfred finally saw the look of the young man who had been away for 8 years.

He seems to be higher.

But there may also be a deviation in the memory of the old housekeeper.

In short, the young man who walked towards Alfred was much stronger than the memory of old Afu.

He wore black clothes often worn by locals and carried a yellow, rustic bag, just walking in the cold wind.

He walked vigorously, without the embarrassment of being affected by the cold wind, as if he had not felt the temperature changes outside, or... he had become a fearless warrior and would no longer be defeated by the cold.

His black hair was messy and wobbled in the wind, like a rock singer with no edging.

He also had a beard, and the thick beard made him look like he was a teenager.

However, this year is 1998.

Alfred will not forget the day when the young man was born, this young man, he is now 25 years old.

There was a trace of regret in old Afu's eyes. He missed the young man's 7 birthdays. In the previous ten years, he never missed every birthday.

Although he is just a housekeeper, what is it?

His relationship with the young man in front of him has already surpassed the provisions of contracts and contracts.

He watched him grow up and witnessed his birth. He personally sent him to kindergarten, went to school, sent him to university, and attended his graduation ceremony.

Even if there is no blood relationship, he is a relative.

There is no doubt about this.

"Afu."

The young man came to Old Afu, and he threw the bag in his foot. In those blue eyes, there was a joy of reunion. He stretched out his hand and patted Afu's arm as before. He whispered:

"long time no see."

"Yeah, seven years."

Old Afu leaned on his cane and carefully looked at the weather-beaten face of the young man in front of him, now with a trace of blood on his face, he said:

"Master Wayne..."

"Call me Bruce."

The young man looked around and looked back at him, the white mountains looming in the dark clouds, he said softly:

"I prefer you to call me that."

This young man, his name is Bruce.

Bruce Wayne.

A wanderer about to return home.

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"The suit you just made is very fashionable, Master Wayne."

In the plane cabin of a smooth flight, between the luxuriously furnished tables and chairs, Bruce, who had cleaned his hair and beard, wore a loose T-shirt, sat on a chair, and looked at the clouds in the sun outside the window. Stupid.

The old housekeeper came over with a cup of hot coffee. He put the coffee in front of Bruce and then sat across from him. He said:

"It's just a little dirty. I don't know if the clothes have any special meaning to you. That thing..."

The old housekeeper took his coffee and took a sip while looking at his young master. He said softly:

"It doesn't look like normal people will wear it."

"So? Afu."

Bruce looked back at his long-lost family. He said:

"What do you think it is?"

"A set of armor."

Old Afu said:

"A set of ancient and modern armor is light, tough, and seems to be worn by soldiers who need to conduct secret activities. I found weird weapons in my clothes, and more than one. It seems that the recent few Years, your life has been "wonderful", my young master."

"It's really wonderful."

Bruce gave a gentle smile. He picked up the coffee cup and said to the old housekeeper in front of him:

"That suit... lost it, I don't need it anymore."

Afu nodded. After a few seconds, he looked at Bruce with a puzzled look. He said:

"It's over? What adventure story do I expect?"

"You don't think, I just let you cross-examine you so easily, right? My Master Wayne, you should at least tell me, what are you doing all these years?"

"I do a lot of things."

Bru Stanran said to his family:

"I went to understand the crimes, the darkness, the rules. I went deep into it, learned, grown, and exercised myself. I also accidentally came into contact with a secret organization, where I received secret training to prepare me. "

"What preparation?"

There was a trace of worry in Old Afu's eyes, he asked:

"It sounds like you are preparing something that is not so reassuring."

"Yes, Afu."

Bruce put down the coffee cup, he said:

"In the past 8 years, I have been preparing for going home. Now, I think I am ready."

"So, you mean, you won't say goodbye this time, right?"

The old housekeeper smiled and said:

"You will stay in Gotham honestly and do something that young people will do, right?"

"I will stay in Gotham as long as I can."

Bruce relieved, he said:

"I will also accomplish what I should have done long ago. I want the citizens of Gotham to know that the city is not just for corrupt officials and criminals, it is also for them."

Bruce's answer made Old Afu's eyes narrow. After a few minutes, he said:

"Sounds like you want to do something the same as your father did. Frankly, Master Wayne, this doesn't make me feel relieved. You have seen the ending of your father."

"You alone can't fight a city."

"How do you know if you don't try? Afu."

Facing the persuasion of the old housekeeper, Bruce did not express much emotion, he said softly:

"In the capacity of Bruce Wayne, I can do too little. No matter how many charitable donations can change Gotham's terrible status quo, as to how to do it... I learned a lot in that organization, I already have a rough plan."

"Ok."

Looking at the firmness in Bruce's eyes, Old Afu knew that he couldn't persuade him.

The people of the Wayne family have a stubborn heritage, and he knew this very early.

Alfred didn't want to talk about such a heavy topic anymore, so he asked again:

"So in the past 8 years, have you not experienced anything other than training? I mean, friends, or girlfriends."

"Yes."

Bruce smiled and said to Afu:

"With a few friends and girlfriends, there was one, but they broke up. Oh, yes, speaking of this, Alfred, has Merlin in the past few years..."

"You mean asking for help, right?"

The old housekeeper nodded, he said to Bruce:

"In the second year after your disappearance, to be precise, almost 7 months later, I received a call. Your friend is in danger and he asks for help."

"That's not easy help."

Old Afu shrugged, he said:

"I spent 5 million to save him. So he told me that you are still alive... Well, it is not a loss-making business. At least at that time, the news he gave gave me the confidence to continue to persevere. But Master, the people of Gotham City, think you are missing, or even dead."

"Ok."

Bruce nodded, he didn't care about 5 million things, for the Wayne family's net worth, 5 million, not even nine cents.

"Do you want to contact your friends? Young Master."

Afu took out his mobile phone and handed it to Bruce:

"I saved his number, you can call him now."

Bruce looked at the phone. After a while, he shook his head.

"Let's forget it. Merlin may already have a life of his own, and I shouldn't bother him anymore. Especially for what I'm going to do next, if he gets involved, it should be too bad. ."

"Well, those who are important to you and have important significance should really be protected."

Old Afu nodded, he looked at his young master, he said:

"But you should pay more attention to yourself, my Master Wayne, no matter what you want to do, I should persuade you. The world will never change because of a person, instead of dealing with dangerous criminal groups alone, maybe I You should expect that you are still wandering outside..."

The old housekeeper said softly:

"I don't want you to put yourself in danger. I believe that neither your parents want to see this scene."

"Bruce Wayne will not be dangerous."

Bruce looked out the window, he said:

"As for me, Afu, I always have to do something. My starting point is not so noble, this thing, I do it for myself. We always have to learn to face our fears, if we are always covered by fear and remorse , There is no life at all."

"Ugh..."

The old housekeeper sighed. He stood up and said to Bruce:

"Now that you have made up your mind, all I can do is to continue to support you. Take a break, my lord, the plane will fly directly to Paris, I have an appointment with a good doctor, before we go home, I To determine your physical condition, and your debut in Gotham City, you also need a decent suit."

"Do you fly directly to Paris?"

Bruce leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he asked again:

"Then where are we now?"

"Uh, it should be over Afghanistan."

Afu glanced out of the window, he said:

"I did military service here when I was young. Look, the city of Kandahar is below. That can't be a good place, but I spent 2 years in my life.

The old housekeeper told his past story, but he did not get a response. When he turned around, he saw his tired young master Bruce Wayne leaning on the seat. In these few minutes, he had fallen asleep.

Although he did not want to elaborate on his experiences over the past few years, the old housekeeper could probably guess that there should be few such moments of relaxation in those experiences.

Alfred sighed. He gently placed a blanket on Bruce's body, then sat on the sofa on the other side and read the magazine.

With the sound of Weng Ming flying, the plane carrying the wanderer returned home over the sky above Kandahar between whistling.

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