I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 79 Young Master Bruce, would you like to learn magic?

Talia pulled out a dagger.

Talia then sheathed the dagger again.

She silently gazed at another rooftop.

What the hell is this?!

What does it mean that Bruce Wayne can summon lightning from the sky simply by will?

Recalling his previous ambitions.

Talia felt increasingly saddened.

Bruce Wayne is right, maybe she should have used a gun in the first place.

After seeing the rooftop where the other party was, and their parents appearing there, Talia finally sighed in despair.

There is still a chance.

She meant...

There are still some.

Talia was about to leave, but as soon as she turned around, she froze on the spot.

"It seems your assassination attempt has failed; my love."

Lei Xiaogu, who had appeared on the rooftop at some unknown time, stood quietly in place.

His appearance was like a ghost, silent and unnoticed.

Even Talia, her closest relative, had no idea how long her father had been standing behind her watching.

"I failed, Father."

Without the slightest hesitation, Talia knelt down on the spot.

At the same time, she pulled out the dagger that she had stuck in and out of her throat and plunged it into her own throat!

Ding!

A hidden weapon struck Talia's wrist, instantly relieving her anger.

Clang!

The dagger fell to the ground.

Talia then realized that the weapon her father used to stop her from committing suicide was just a coin.

She said sadly, "I failed, Father. I promised you that if I couldn't kill Bruce Wayne, I would accept death in front of you."

Lei Xiaogu shook his head, walked up to her, and patted her delicate shoulder lightly.

"As I've said before, sometimes accepting your failures isn't shameful."

"But I promised you, Father," Talia said.

Lei Xiaogu didn't speak, but instead focused his gaze on Bruce, who was shirtless and covered in red paint not far away.

During the five years the other party disappeared.

It was far more unexpected than I had imagined.

"Truly amazing, Wayne's son."

Reshogu sighed, then left without lingering, and prepared to return with Talia.

He was increasingly looking forward to the day he would meet Bruce Wayne.

At least not now.

Although Giovanni was very angry, he still chose to return to Wayne Manor to vent his anger.

He's going to unleash a furious rage at Bruce's ranch!

Wayne Manor.

now.

"I won't even mention Bruce, but as for you, Zatana Zatara!"

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Noticing that her father's voice had become louder, Zatana immediately lowered her head, like a quail, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile, she glanced at Bruce beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Bruce was being wiped down with a towel by the butler, who intended to clean away all the dazzling rune markings.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you paint these runes on Bruce's body?!" Giovanni said angrily.

"I...

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"I told her to put it on, Uncle Giovanni," Bruce said, looking up.

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Alfred, the butler standing nearby, whispered in Bruce's ear, "My lord, I suggest you keep quiet for now."

Bruce shook his head: "I cannot tolerate that demon running rampant in the city!"

Giovanni sighed, "Why didn't you tell me? What if you two got hurt because of this?"

After saying that, he subconsciously looked towards the clay statue of the deity being worshipped inside the manor.

He saw Bruce pinch the lightning bolt.

It's impossible to say there was absolutely no reaction.

"You..." Giovanni carefully chose his words.

"Dad, Bruce uses Taoist magic, not magic!" Zatanna said.

Did I give you permission to speak?!

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After being glared at, Zatana pouted defiantly.

My father is too biased!

Why is she so fierce when it's her turn?

Bruce's turn, and he hasn't cursed yet!

Bruce declined to elaborate on the topic, simply stating, "I don't want to explain this, Uncle Giovanni."

"You... well, never mind, I believe you understand these powers better than I do."

Listening to the conversation between his father and Bruce.

Zatana screamed wildly in her heart.

This is unfair!!!

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she was grabbed by the ear and dragged away.

"Now I'm going to have a good talk about you, Zatana Zatara!"

"No, Daddy..."

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Giovanni dragged Zatana away from the hall and went to another place to hurl insults.

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Bruce looked away, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Alfred, the butler who was wiping the paint off his body.

"The hotel owner told me, 'Young master, you bought that hotel specifically to bring two girls into your room. I think one of them is Miss Zatana, but the other...'"

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"I mean, young master, isn't it a bit too early to be developing things like this?"

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Bruce knew this was Alfred joking.

Normally, he might have offered an explanation.

But right now, he's not in the mood.

"Are you lying to me, Alfred?" Bruce suddenly asked.

"What?" The butler thought he had misheard.

"Falcone, since you know what kind of person he is, why have you never told me that my father once saved his life?"

Bruce is very worried about a certain fact.

I'm really worried.

Does the fact that his own father saved the life of a mob boss like Falcone mean that the Wayne family isn't as clean as he imagines?

Especially after he was determined to change Gotham.

This incident undoubtedly dealt him a blow.

Alfred said, "Master Thomas merely kept the Hippocratic Oath, nothing more."

The Hippocratic Oath.

Bruce knew what it was.

This is a medical oath that requires immediate medical attention should an injured person appear before the individual.

"I had no idea about this," Bruce said dejectedly.

"There are many things you don't know, my young master," the butler comforted him.

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Upon hearing this, Bruce turned his head away, refusing to look at him, choosing instead to immerse himself in some kind of emotion.

Upon seeing this.

Alfred put away the towel that had turned red from the paint, took a new towel, and wiped the young master again.

He knew everything his young master had done tonight.

The bat that accompanied the young master had actually secretly told him all of this.

Therefore, Alfred suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, I can also use magic, Master Bruce."

"!?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce immediately turned his head back and looked at the butler in disbelief.

"What did you say?!" he exclaimed in shock.

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Seeing the young master's reaction, Alfred couldn't help but smile.

He said, "Of course, the magic I possess is not in the form you have shown tonight."

Bruce frowned. "That's not funny, Alfred. I'm not in the mood for that joke right now."

"No, no, no, my young master, what I mean is..."

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Alfred grabbed Bruce's hand, a hand that had recently attracted lightning to strike the demon.

He said, "Although I don't know exactly how many forms of magic there are, I am certain that there is a kind of magic called memory."

"Whenever you think of it, those people or things in your memory seem to come alive, their voices and appearances still vivid in your mind."

"In a sense, this is a kind of magic."

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After a moment of silence, Bruce asked, puzzled, "Stop beating around the bush, Alfred, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Alfred knew his young master's determination and why he had such unusual emotions.

So he said, "What I'm trying to say is very simple, Mr. Bruce."

"There is magic about Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Martha, and there is a lot of it."

"There are a lot."

Are you willing to learn?

After a few moments of silence.

Bruce replied quietly, "Okay."

In the time that followed, the Bruce emotions that had been stirred up by Falcone's words gradually disappeared with Alfred's magical teachings.

Perhaps it hasn't disappeared.

It's just that the questions have changed to entirely new ones.

But problems always wait to be solved.

Bruce only needs to tackle the problems one by one, like a detective.

Besides.

Bruce recalled a quote from Fowle.

Magic comes at a price.

Even now, when Alfred is teaching him magic, this is no exception.

The price of this magic was that he missed his deceased parents.

But then again...

Where did Fore go?

The roof of Wayne Manor.

A bat, its head resting on its paws, lay lazily atop a mass of chaotic souls, leisurely gazing at the Gotham City skyline at night.

The night sky in Gotham is actually not beautiful at all; the hazy clouds obscure most of the stars, making them difficult to see at all.

Even so, Fowler watched slowly.

Because he was thinking about a problem.

A problem that arose in the world of Uncle Nine before.

That is a Taoist technique that Bruce mastered in Uncle Nine's world—invoking the gods.

Although Bat Boy has never been successfully invited in Uncle Nine's world.

but...

...but back to the world where Batboy himself lives.

Let's return to this colorful, multiverse.

Will Bat Boy's summoning of the gods be effective?

If it works.

So who will be the deity we invite then?

Could it be a bat even bigger than him?

Foul couldn't figure it out, so he decided to spend the whole night thinking about it carefully!

"Tsk, did I say you could move?"

"Waaaaah, I'm going to tell Bruce that you're bullying me!"

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