Chapter 413: Everything Begins with Winter (2)

Chapter 413: Everything Begins with Winter (2)

"Wine Pool... Gotham Cathedral..."Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

A well-defined hand skimmed through one book after another. Suddenly, it paused on a book titled "The Construction History of Gotham City," and the index finger hooked onto the spine, taking it down from the bookshelf.

Another hand gently brushed off the dust from the cover. After opening the book, following the table of contents, a voice sighed softly.

"Gotham Cathedral... found it."

Outside row after row of bookshelves, a meticulously dressed old butler carried a tray and walked over. He stood between two rows of bookshelves, looking at Bruce, who was engrossed in reading in front of the bookshelf, and said, "Sir, it's tea time. Shall I bring the tea over?"

"No... thank you, Alfred." Bruce didn't raise his head, still focused on reading about Gotham Cathedral in the book. After a pause, he said, "Just put it on the table over there, I'll come over later."

Bruce stood there for a while, feeling that the lighting in this area was dim, and some details of the drawings on the pictures were not clear. So he took the book and walked out of the bookshelf, coming to the nearby lounge area and sitting down on a chair.

Alfred stood at the table, took out the meal from a nearby trolley, and then took out a teapot to brew the tea. Bruce kept his head low, reading the book, and the sound of tea being poured into the cup accompanied Alfred's voice.

"Sir, it seems like you've been indulging in research related to magic and mysticism recently?"

"Mm." Bruce replied. In private, he spoke less, but when facing Alfred alone, his tone was more relaxed, and he was willing to explain some things.

"Constantine showed me another possibility of magic. The kind of projection he used looked more like a technology. I'm wondering if magic could be a form of energy that can be utilized, just like thermal energy and kinetic energy..."

When Alfred heard the name Constantine, his brows slightly furrowed. Bruce keenly noticed his expression and said, "I know there's nothing commendable about Constantine except his knowledge of magic."

"Curiosity and thirst for knowledge are good traits, sir." Alfred replied with a hint of ambiguity, and then he said, "But I'm not quite sure if he sees any value in you..."

This sentence used several weakening particles. Bruce understood that Alfred was tactfully reminding him that Constantine might have ulterior motives. As Batman, he was well aware that just by observing Constantine's past actions, it was enough to raise his vigilance.

Although this scumbag didn't have any good habits, there was no doubt that his mind was very sharp. He formulated several plans and executed them simultaneously, not only without interfering with each other but also progressing rapidly. If it weren't for a small accident at the end, every one of his objectives would have been achieved.

Bruce was facing someone like this for the first time, and he had to admit that besides magic, he was also interested in Constantine's way of doing things.

"And, sir, you should consider Aisha and Dick. They're still young and in need of the care of their elders." Alfred hinted, "Guidance and protection for children are crucial at this age. Once there's a loophole, it could lead to serious consequences."

Bruce nodded. He believed Alfred had a point, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Leaving aside the fact that Aisha and Dick were not ordinary children, the security system in Wayne Manor was enough to protect the two of them.

Bruce continued holding the book and pointed to a line of text, murmuring to himself, "It is recorded here that a certain Father conducted fundraising for the restoration of the cathedral. Not only did Falcone and his gangster family donate a large amount of wealth, the Wayne family also participated, as well as the major business families of Gotham..."

Frowning, he muttered, "What is so special about the cathedral? Could it be related to the underground Wine Pool?"

Apart from Constantine, the only thing he could get close to, which was somewhat related to magic, was the cathedral and the Wine Pool underneath it. Therefore, after being unable to continuously track Constantine due to daily routines, Bruce switched his perspective and started investigating locally in Gotham.

The Wayne family possessed a vast collection of books, including those documenting the history of Gotham's construction. Among these books, Bruce found many clues, but they couldn't be connected. So, he decided to conduct an on-site investigation.

After absentmindedly passing through tea time, Bruce hastily left, leaving the book on the table.

Alfred, who was tidying up the tea and tableware, glanced at the cover of the book.

Although he was doing a good deed, for some reason, Hal felt a strange sense of guilt. He constantly convinced himself in his mind that it was for the safety of Earth and the citizens of Gotham.

He took a deep breath, and then the green light on his ring illuminated. The green glow spread from his finger to his entire body, and in an instant, Hal's figure disappeared.

With a soft thud, he landed on the wooden floor of the mansion. In front of him was a princess bed that looked like it belonged to a little girl. The sheets were slightly raised, and Aisha seemed to be sleeping soundly.

However, Hal didn't approach her. Instead, he took two steps back and called out in a low voice, "Aisha, are you there?"

"Parallax? Parallax?"

There was no response from the figure on the bed. Hal showed an extremely troubled expression, but he still didn't approach. He stood with his hands on his hips, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Just then, he suddenly felt a hard object pressing against his back.

Hal stiffened, slowly raised his arm, and in the shadow behind him, a figure with white hair appeared. No one had ever seen Alfred with such a cold expression before.

Nor had anyone seen the shotgun he was holding.

Following Alfred's gaze to the window, moonlight was shining through.

The moonlight fell on the broken spire of the old cathedral. A shadow with pointed ears landed on it, then jumped down along the eaves.

Passing through the corridors of the church, entering the worship room, taking a right turn, and entering the side corridor, passing the confessional room, Batman walked inward, recalling the architectural diagrams he had seen in the book.

Soon, he stopped in front of a door. The old padlock didn't stop this master locksmith. With a faint "click" sound, the old wooden door slowly opened, revealing Father's living room.

It seemed like no one had used this place for a long time. After the recent turmoil, the entire cathedral had been closed, and the old Father had moved elsewhere.

As Batman entered the room, the first thing he saw was a table facing the door. Moonlight streamed in through the window on the table, casting a hazy white light. Apart from many books and files, there was a small picture frame placed on it.

Covered by black gauntlets, Batman's hand picked up the picture frame, and his thumb gently wiped away the dust on it.

The photo depicted three young people, their attire suggesting they were from a different era.

Batman was familiar with the faces of two of them.

One wore a black suit, a bow tie, and a red poppy pinned to his pocket. It was Gotham's mob boss, Falcone. The other, wearing a black robe and having a kind and gentle appearance, was the Father of the cathedral.

And the last person, Batman was even more familiar with. Wearing a long coat and a fedora, holding an old-fashioned shotgun, it was Alfred Pennyworth.

It's time to speculate on the plot once again...

Many people have guessed the plot in the Marvel universe, but no one has guessed the big plot in the DC universe. What happened to the readers of detective comics?

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