Just the same moment when Merlin arrived in Kandahar and began his own lurking career.

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

On the Nepal border, near the plateau airport near the Himalayas, a white private plane was parked in the apron. The gangway of the plane had fallen, an old man wearing a gray wool coat, leaning on a cane, with a white hair and a little bald head, was standing in the slightly cold wind.

His waist was straight and his gray eyes looked ahead. 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 you.

His name is Alfred, Alfred Pennyworth.

A British man born in World War II, a shrewd and powerful veteran, and a conscientious butler.

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

At some point in 1991, Alfred lost the young master he was taking care of. In the next eight years, he activated almost all the manpower and material resources he could use to find the young man who seemed to have disappeared.

He knew that his young master should still be alive, but the young master, the once gentle, painful and desperate young man, seemed to have evaporated from the world in one page.

During the years of hard search, Alfred also gradually became hopeless at the beginning, and reshaped his confidence in time to calm now.

Well, at least it looks calm on the surface.

After receiving a call last night, the nearly 70-year-old man passed most of the earth at the fastest speed, and came from the warm manor to the cold air under the roof of the world.

Alfred is waiting

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

That, today.

After a few minutes, as the light of the sky became more gloomy and the cold wind at the airport became more desolate, at the end of Alfred's sight, on the hillside at the edge of the airport, a figure appeared.

A trace of turbulence flashed in the old housekeeper's eyes, and his fingers, which were leaning on his cane, moved.

As the figure got closer and closer, Alfred finally saw the appearance of the young man who had been away for 8 years.

He seemed to have gotten a little taller.

But it is also possible that the old housekeeper's memory has been deviated.

In short, the young man who walked towards Alfred was much stronger than Old Afu's memory.

He was wearing black clothes that locals often wore, carrying a yellow, rustic bag, and walking in the cold wind.

He was in agile steps and was not at all embarrassed by the cold wind. It was as if he could no longer feel the temperature changes outside, or he had become a fearless warrior and would no longer be defeated by the mere cold.

His black hair was chaotic and shaking in the wind, like a unkempt rock singer.

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

However, this year is 1998.

Alfred will never forget the day when the young man was born. This young man is now 25 years old.

A hint of regret flashed in Old Afu's eyes. He missed the young man's seven birthdays. In the past ten years, he had never missed every birthday of his.

Although he is just a housekeeper, what about it?

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

He watched him grow up and witnessed his birth, and personally sent him to kindergarten, school, to college, and to attend his graduation ceremony.

Even though he is not related by blood, he is a relative.

There is no doubt about this.

"Afu."

The young man came to Old Afu, and threw the bag in his hand at his feet. The blue eyes shone with a hint of joy of reunion. He stretched out his hand and patted Afu's arm as he did, and he whispered:

"Long time no see."

"Yes, it's been seven years."

Old Afu, leaning on his cane, looked carefully at the weather-beaten face of the young man in front of him, who was still covered in bloodstains. He said:

"Master Wayne"

"Call me Bruce."

The young man looked around and looked back at the white mountains behind him that were looming in the dark clouds, and he whispered:

"I prefer you to call me that."

This young man is named Bruce.

Bruce Wayne.

A wanderer who is about to return home.

"The outfit you just now is very fashionable, Master Wayne."

In the smoothly flying cabin of the aircraft, between the luxuriously decorated tables and chairs, Bruce, who had washed up and cleaned his hair and beard, wore a loose T-shirt, sat on a chair, staring at the clouds under the sun outside the window in a daze.

The old housekeeper walked over with a cup of hot coffee. He placed the coffee in front of Bruce, and then sat across from Bruce. He said:

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

The old butler picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked at his young master, and he whispered:

"It doesn't look like it's something that normal people can wear."

"So what? Ah Fu."

Bruce looked back at his long-lost family and said:

"What do you think that is?"

"A set of armor."

Old Afu said:

"A set of armor that combines ancient and modernity, light and tough, looks like it is for warriors who need to perform secret activities. I have found strange weapons in my clothes, and more than one. It seems that in recent years, your life has been "exciting", my young master."

“It’s really wonderful.”

Bruce showed a gentle smile, he picked up the coffee cup and said to the old housekeeper in front of him:

"I've lost that set of clothes, I don't need it anymore."

Afu nodded, and after a few seconds, he looked at Bruce with a puzzled look, and he said:

"That's the end? Where is the adventure story I'm looking forward to?"

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

“I’ve done a lot.”

Bruce said to his family calmly:

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

“What preparation?”

A trace of worry flashed in Old Afu's eyes, and he asked:

"It sounds like you're preparing something that's not so reassuring."

"Yes, Ah Fu."

Bruce put down his coffee cup, he said:

"For the past 8 years, I've been preparing for home. Now, I feel like I'm ready."

"So, you mean, this time you won't leave without saying goodbye, right?"

The old housekeeper said with a smile:

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

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

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, he said:

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

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

"It sounds like you want to do something the same as your father did back then. To be honest, Mr. Wayne, this doesn't make me feel at ease. You've seen the ending of your father back then."

"You alone cannot confront a city."

"How can I know if I don't try it? Ah Fu."

Faced with the old housekeeper's persuasion, Bruce did not express much emotion, and he said warmly:

"As Bruce Wayne, I can do too little. No matter how many charitable donations are, I can't change the bad situation in Gotham. As for how to do it, I have learned a lot in that organization, and I already have a rough plan."

"All right."

Looking at the firmness in Bruce's eyes, Old Afu knew that he could not persuade him anymore.

Everyone in the Wayne family has stubborn inheritance, and he knew this very early.

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

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

"Yes, I have."

Bruce smiled and said to Afu:

"I have a few friends and girlfriends, I have one, but I have broken up. Oh, by the way, talking about this, Alfred, has Merlin been there in the past few years?"

"You mean asking for help, right?"

The old housekeeper nodded and said to Bruce:

"In the second year after your disappearance, almost seven months to be exact, I received a call. Your friend was in danger and he asked for help."

"That's not an easy help."

Old Afu shrugged, and he said:

"I spent 5 million to save him. So he told me that you are still alive, it's not a loss-making business. At least at that time, the news he gave gave me confidence to continue to persevere, but the young master, the people in Gotham City, all thought you were missing or even dead."

"Um."

Bruce nodded. He didn't intend to care about 5 million. For the Wayne family's wealth, 5 million is not even a drop in the bucket.

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

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

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

Bruce looked at the phone, and after a moment he shook his head.

"Forget it. Merlin may have a life of his own and I shouldn't bother him anymore. Especially for what I'm going to do next, it would be too bad if I get him in."

"Well, people who value and who are of great significance should be protected."

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

"But you should pay more attention to yourself. My Young Master Wayne, no matter what you want to do, I should advise you. The world will never change because of one person. Instead of dealing with dangerous criminal groups alone, maybe I should expect you to be wandering outside now."

The old butler said softly:

"I don't want you to put yourself in danger, and I believe your parents don't want to see this."

"Bruce Wayne will not be in danger."

Bruce looked out the window and said:

"As for me, Ah Fu, I always have to do something. My starting point is not so noble. I do this for myself. We always have to learn to face our fears. If we are always shrouded in fear and regret, there is no life at all."

"well"

The old housekeeper sighed, he stood up and said to Bruce:

"Since you have made up your mind, all I can do is to continue to support you. Take a break, Master, fly directly to Paris. I made an appointment with a good doctor. Before we go home, I will first determine your physical condition and, your reappearance in Gotham City also requires a decent set of clothes."

"Direct flight to Paris?"

Bruce leaned against the chair, his eyes closed slightly, and after a moment he asked again:

"Then where are we now?"

"Uh, it should be over Afghanistan."

Ah Fu looked out the window and said:

"I served in military service here when I was young. Look, Kandahar City is below. It's not a good place, but I spent two years in my life there."

The old housekeeper told his past stories, but received no response. He turned around and saw his tired young master Bruce Wayne leaning on the seat, and in the past few minutes, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Although he was unwilling to elaborate on his experiences over the past few years, the old butler could probably guess that there should be few such moments of relaxation in those experiences.

Alfred sighed, and he gently placed a blanket on Bruce's body, then sat on the sofa on the other side and looked at the magazine.
Chapter completed!