American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 92 Luther: Remember to prepare the food.

Seeing Luther staring at Sarafiel, Clark's heart tightened. Almost instinctively, he stepped sideways, using his body to block his brother tightly. His tone was alert: "Lex? What are you doing to Sarafiel?"

"What do you think?" Luther snorted unhappily and straightened his wrinkled suit collar. "I saw him leave with Dio back then."

"a ha ha ha!"

Clark then remembered that Sarafiel and Dio had lived in Luther Manor for a period of time.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled awkwardly:

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't think of it for a moment... Oh, Lex,"

He tried to change the subject, glancing behind Luther, "Where's Uncle Lionel? Did he come with you?"

Luther paused almost imperceptibly as he adjusted his collar.

He was silent for a moment, and the dripping cuffs seemed to condense a certain heaviness.

The air seemed to stagnate.

"My father..."

His voice suddenly became very soft, as if he was talking about an insignificant person far away in the clouds. "He's busy, Clark."

"Project Dawn took up all his energy."

"Oh……"

Clark didn't catch the cold alienation in the other person's tone. He just sighed regretfully, "That's a pity. Uncle and Dad will definitely..."

"etc."

Clark suddenly remembered something more important.

"Lex! How on earth did you manage to drive? If I hadn't been here, Lana would—"

"Is that the lady?"

Luther interrupted him neatly, as if he hadn't heard Clark's question.

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards Lana on the shore with steady and confident steps.

The soaked suit clung to his body, outlining his sharp features, but he walked calmly, not looking like he had just returned from the brink of life and death.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am."

He stopped in front of Lana, bowed slightly, and performed an impeccable gentleman's salute.

He raised his head, and a perfect, aristocratic smile appeared on his face. That smile seemed to have a natural magic that instantly dispelled most of Lana's resentment.
She was originally immersed in the palpitations of surviving the disaster and the embarrassment of being an outsider, but now she was a little overwhelmed by this sudden formal apology.

She waved her hands to indicate that she was fine.

"I... I'm fine, Mr. Luther, but your car..."

She hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

Luther smiled apologetically and said gently:

"Someone will be here to handle it shortly. As for your shock, I'm deeply sorry. I'll have my assistant personally visit you later and offer you a gift to express my apology."

Lana quickly waved her hand again, indicating that it was really not necessary.

"That won't do." Luther smiled, his smile like an impeccable mask, revealing no flaws. "My Luther family upbringing won't allow me to behave so ungentlemanly."

After saying that, he quietly squatted down again and looked straight at Sarafiel who was full of curiosity.

"Little guy, I'll introduce myself to you tonight."

He chuckled, then stood up neatly and walked towards Clark again.

The voice lowered even more, with a hint of mischief:
"Honestly, Clark, you might as well take that dress off and let the girl take a good look at your muscular body. Right now you smell like a soaked carpet."

"Lex! What nonsense are you talking about..." Clark's face turned red instantly.

"I say—my friend!" Before Clark could finish his words, Luther raised his voice again: "My friend, thank you again! I will definitely visit you tonight."

He deliberately glanced at Lana who was not far away, "I won't disturb your date now."

"what?"

Clark was completely confused by this series of words and actions.

Date? He's not dating at all.
He nodded blankly, stunned by Luther's intimidation and completely unable to keep up with the other party's pace.

"Wait! What do you mean by visiting? What do you mean by making an appointment—!"

"Remember to ask Aunt Martha to prepare an extra set of knives and forks," Lex's voice faded away with his footsteps. He waved his hand casually, the hem of his wet suit billowing behind him. "I haven't tasted her cooking for five years. I miss it terribly!"

Clark opened his mouth and watched Luther walk slowly along the path to the main road. Then he remembered that he should ask him to go home and change into dry clothes.

But just as he was about to raise his foot to catch up, a small hand grabbed his trouser leg tightly.

The little guy rolled his eyes beyond his age and pointed his little finger behind him.

Lana was still standing there, looking at the direction of the two brothers with some confusion.

Clark finally woke up from his dream, and embarrassment instantly spread across his face.

"Um... hello."

He turned and walked towards Lana.

I was about to say hello, but
A wave of weakness crept up his body like a maggot on his tarsal bone.

His voice suddenly tightened, and he could only say in a deep voice:
"Long time no see, Lana."

Lana was stunned, and an indescribable complex emotion quickly flashed across her clear eyes.

This boy, who she had watched grow up in Smallville but who always seemed to be a layer of fog between them, was standing in front of her and greeting her, but his tone was
"……Hello."

She nodded somewhat awkwardly, her voice soft, "Clark. Thank you...for saving me again."

The last few words carried a subtle bitterness.

The silence spread like asphalt.

Sarafiel silently retreated three meters away and pretended to be very interested in the ant holes on the ground.

This brother is hopeless.

"Clark," Lana finally broke the silence. She looked up, the sunset dyeing her eyelashes golden. "I'll go to the homecoming game and cheer for you."

"Ah!" Clark, who was still struggling with his weak body, was overjoyed at the news and almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Salafir silently supported his weak legs from behind.

But for Lana——

Clark's overly brief and even somewhat impatient response quickly dimmed her faint expectations.

She subconsciously tightened the green bracelet in her pocket, her fingertips turning slightly white.

"Then you must train hard."

She lowered her eyes, her voice as light as a sigh, then turned and walked away quickly along the road.

The setting sun stretched her back very long, revealing an indescribable loneliness.

"Stupid brother! I surrender to you!" Sarafiel sighed, "Brother Dio is right, you are a big fool!"

"When I play with Lucy, I always know to talk more to make her happy."

"."

"What are you talking about, Sarafiel?" As Lana left, Clark took a few deep breaths and regained his strength. He said helplessly, "I told you I don't have that kind of feelings towards Lana."

"hehe."

Sarafiel sneered.

"You little brat." Clark couldn't help laughing.

He smiled and rubbed his brother's head, but he was in a particularly good mood.

As for the clumsiness just now and the slight sense of loss caused by Lana's departure, they were also diluted by such joy.

after all
Not only did he win the bet today, but he also met Lex who said he would come to visit him in the evening.

It must be a lively night at home, and Dad and Uncle Locke will definitely be very happy.
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The ceiling fan in the Smallwell Elementary School auditorium creaked, cutting Dio's voice into sharp fragments.

“Survival of the fittest – but who defines ‘fit’?”

"I hope that everyone here will become the ones who define the rules in the future, rather than the weak ones defined by the rules."

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the podium, and he spoke in a steady and logical tone as he expounded on his carefully prepared speech.

offstage.

Um.
A group of sixth-grade elementary school students tilted their heads back, their mouths slightly open, and their eyes dull, just like a group of pond frogs stunned by a sudden lightning strike.

The principal sitting in the first row nervously wiped the cold sweat from his shiny forehead and secretly stuffed the prepared speech back into the depths of his briefcase.

How should he proceed with his speech? Should he talk about the joy of flying kites on campus?

"Next is the question and answer session."

Dior seemed to be unconcerned with the audience's reactions and casually threw the valuable Montblanc pen into the air.

The pen hovered above his fingertip, defying gravity, as if pulled by an invisible thread.

"Three minutes."

He announced, his eyes glancing coldly over the audience.

In the corner of the back row, a small hand trembled and was raised, and a small voice with a sobbing tone sounded:
"D-Dio-senpai... are you really a high school student?"

The entire auditorium fell into silence in an instant, even the squeaking of the ceiling fan seemed to be frozen.

"High school student?"

A dangerous arc appeared at the corner of Dior's mouth, and the pen suddenly accelerated its rotation, drawing a silver arc under the light.

“It depends on your definition of ‘high school student.’”

He casually snapped his fingers, causing the pen to fall precisely back into his breast pocket.

"If you're just talking about places like Smallwell High School—"

There was undisguised contempt in his voice.

"Mr. Kent!"

The principal stood up suddenly as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his voice was filled with pleading and a hint of panic:
"Time is precious! Let's... let's welcome the next question!"

He had to interrupt, because God knew what shocking words this little ancestor would say next.

"Who else wants to ask Mr. Kent?"

"Wow~"

The oak tree outside the window suddenly shook violently.

Dio's words were cut short as he turned to look out the window.

Then I saw two figures, one big and one small, slowly walking out the door.

Did you pick up that stupid guy?

Yeah.

Then he should also work hard to save this broken family.

The big fool and the little fool can indulge in the happiness created by me.

With an imperceptible glint of satisfaction, almost in control of everything, Dio loosened his tie and strode towards the side door.

"Mr. Principal," he said, his voice unquestionable, "I have more important things to deal with."

"Ah?! But Mr. Kent, the procedure..."

The principal was shocked and tried to keep him.

However, when he hurriedly chased out of the side door of the auditorium and rushed into the dimly lit corridor, he only had time to catch a glimpse of dazzling golden hair, which suddenly disappeared behind the dark door of the fire escape like burning gold.

In the corridor, only his rapid breathing remained.

"."

"This kid."

The principal sighed and said, "Ms. Green wanted to talk to him."

(End of this chapter)