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Chapter 353 Things I Should Have Known Long Ago (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)

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

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

The only difference between the two is that old Roderick did not join Morpheus for life, power and wealth, while Alex did so to gain Morpheus' promise.

Day after day, month after month, year after year, he begged the master of dreams to forgive his past actions and not punish him.

Of course, Morpheus would not accept such a coercive request, and he hated the mortal he helped even more for killing his loyal servant.

Alex kept asking, but all he got in response was eternal silence.

He knew that he would never get what he wanted, and instead of having any thoughts about the future, he became even more stubborn.

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

Alex's voice was very soft. He was very old and the basement was very damp, which was not suitable for an old man to stay in.

Moreover, he did not dare to enter the area covered by the rune, for fear that the slightest influence would cause Morpheus to escape from his captivity.

boom!
The gas in the glass ball had not been completely drained when a dull sound of impact was heard, and a cold face gradually became clear from the smoke.

It seems that although Alex's voice was small, it still reached Morpheus' ears, arousing the anger of this dream master and making him protest in this way.

Morpheus in human form has a similar facial shape to Death, both are tall and slender, with a pair of eyes that are distinctly black and white, and his entire face is like an ice cube.

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

His bare shoulders, chest, abdomen, and toes were all exposed. He was not wearing any clothes at all, like a stripped lamb, being forced in front of everyone.

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

He pressed his hands against the glass wall, his eyes fixed on 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 magical powers to the outside world.

Even so, looking at the dark eyes of the Master of Dreams, the two elderly men suddenly felt that the temperature around them had dropped by several degrees, and goose bumps appeared on their wrinkled and age-spotted skin.

Alex finally fell silent after seeing this scene.

Decades!

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

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

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

He could maintain such a seal while he was alive as a condition of negotiation.

But when he died, his lover also died.

This castle without an heir will be exposed to the world, and the Lord of Dreams will then regain his freedom.

Alex and his 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 his body died, his soul would be captured by the freed master of dreams and suffer eternal torture.

To be honest, after decades of mental torture, Alex no longer cared about his own outcome, but he did not want her husband to be implicated because of what she and her father had done.

Thinking of this, Alex prepared to make another effort.

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

But before he could open his mouth, his cell phone rang.

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

The 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 did not feel contempt like the other old nobles.

Although British aristocrats like to cling to their so-called ancestors and often mock Americans as a bunch of country bumpkins.

But it is the 21st century after all. No matter how thick the family trees of these noble families are, they cannot compare to the amount of money held by the American financial groups.

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

Not to mention the current Burgess family, even decades ago, when old Roderick was still alive, they were nothing in front of other families.

How could such a person come to my house?
The two old men looked at each other and had the same question in their minds.

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

"Wait a minute, let's treat our guests with delicious food and drinks, and 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, and everything in this manor makes me feel like a mummy lying in a coffin."

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

Alex was about to get angry, but when she heard her husband say that, she felt very uncomfortable, so she nodded and agreed.

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

Woody tried to do something while her husband wasn't paying attention, but Alex grabbed his arm.

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

"You old stubborn man!"

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

……

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

"I never thought that the Wayne family name would be so popular in the UK?"

He laughed a little in his heart, then, led by the butler, walked through the manor and into the living room.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Martin. The two Master Burgesses will be here soon."

The butler certainly didn't know the secret of the basement, and he had no complaints about this same-sex couple with aristocratic titles.

It's because they paid enough money and they don't have any quirks.

The middle-aged, balding English butler followed standard protocol and went to prepare tea for Martin.

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

"Decades have passed, and this place is still exactly the same as before. Nothing has changed." The crow turned his head, and his blood-red eyes swept around, sighing sincerely.

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

The blessing that death gave him seemed to have no limit. His eyes had recently changed and began to transform into magic eyes. With just one glance, he could see the end of everything around him.

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

"of course not."

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

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

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

It was filled with tea and snacks. Although it looked simple, it smelled good.

"It's okay. I'm not here for tea. Please sit down and let's talk!"

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

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

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

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

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

After the polite exchanges, he turned to look at the butler standing beside him and asked, "You are the only butler in such a large manor, with no other servants? Do you have to do everything yourself?"

Maintaining a manor is actually very expensive.

Take Wayne Manor for example. The cost of a year's careful maintenance is enough to make two or three sets of equipment that Batman is currently using.

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

There is also a gap between servants.

Martin knew all this, so he felt disgusted. He just nodded after getting this answer and didn't ask any further questions.

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

The purpose of his asking this question was very simple, which was to find out what the situation was between these two people so that he could decide how to deal with them later.

Although Martin said that he didn't want to get involved in the Endless Family's affairs, he was still prepared to do something when faced with Death's request.

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

This steward was excellent at managing the estate, but had no sense of keeping secrets.

This is normal, it’s the 21st century now.

The so-called aristocrats no longer have the qualifications to appear in the political arena, so naturally they will no longer cultivate any confidants. Moreover, the current state of Burgess Manor means that there are no secrets to keep except for a basement.

"Please forgive us two old men for walking a little slowly because we have so many empty bones in our bodies."

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

Martin stood up.

From the conversation with the butler, he found that these two old men had never behaved in an arrogant or domineering manner. The information 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 were the unlucky ones who were accidentally caught up in the stage of fate. Out of courtesy to the old man, he stood up, walked over first and extended his hand to them.

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

"Mr. Burgess, my name is Martin."

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

Alex walks around the basement and becomes a little rundown, so Woody takes over.

"Mr. Martin, there doesn't seem to be a member of yours in the Wayne family?"

"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."

"Find someone?"

Woody showed a puzzled look on his face. He shook his head and replied, "Young man, you may have come to the wrong place. Our manor is not open to the public all year round, and we haven't had any guests for a long time. You are the first one who has come to us on your own initiative in these years."

"Perhaps in the last few years."

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

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

"you?"

Woody stood up suddenly, his brain blood pressure increased, his eyes went dark, and he felt stars all around him.

Alex realized Martin's intentions before his husband did, and he wanted to call security, but the crow grabbed his finger.

"do not worry!"

Seeing that the old man was about to faint from high blood pressure, Martin quickly helped him sit on the sofa and gently tapped his fingers, temporarily relieving his symptoms.

The old man recovered his 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 grudges against each other, so of course we won't do anything to you.

I am only here to release someone. Instead of questioning me, you should think about how to face the person you have imprisoned for decades."

"Let's go."

Martin waved his hand without giving them a chance to refuse: "You should know that this day will come sooner or later. 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 for him to stay awake.

Woody felt a sense of relief.

The end has finally arrived.

　The headache is better now. I shouldn’t have used the fan.

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