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"Bruce, it's been a long time since you visited me. Dad said you were busy." There was a pitiful expression on the thirteen-year-old girl's pretty face as she complained about how Luke had neglected her in the last few months.
Luke hugged her with a smile and rubbed her head. "Alright, what does our little Morgan want as compensation?"
Little Morgan immediately smiled brightly. "One training session on the most advanced armor modification."
Luke glanced at a certain tycoon who was already giving off a strong sense of jealousy. "Are you so eager to surpass your genius dad?"
Young Morgan giggled, not forgetting to stick out his tongue at his father, who had a bitter expression on his face.
Luke stopped teasing Tony and nodded. "Alright, let me know when you need it. I'll arrange it for you."
"Is tomorrow okay?" Little Morgan was very enthusiastic.
Luke said, "No problem."
Little Morgan cheered. "Mom is preparing snacks and tea. I'll go get them for you."
With that, she skipped to the villa by the lake.
Luke finally sat down and turned around to look at Tony, who still had a sour expression on his face. "Alright, I haven't been here for more than three months. It's normal for little Morgan to miss me."
Tony snorted and refused to continue this sour topic. "Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"
Knight had said in their private communication that he had something to ask Luke in person, which meant that this matter was highly confidential. It wasn't even safe to talk about it on the communication channel.
Luke picked up the fishing rod next to his chair and unhurriedly hung up the bait before he cast it out. "I want someone's contact information."
"Who?" Tony frowned.
Given his friendship with Knight, he didn't need to be so formal about anyone's contact information, unless …
"That long-legged beauty named Tiana." Luke moved the fishing rod in his hand. "Well, she carried a sword and shield on her back when she transformed, and she held a rope that glowed with golden light in her hand."
Tony's breath caught in his throat, and he was enlightened. "So, you're looking for her."
Luke nodded.
Pondering for a moment, Tony asked, "Why are you looking for her?"
Luke said, "I'm just curious. Of course, I don't mind listening to you. "
Tony shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Actually, I don't really know what happened to her. I just saw her contact information in one of my dad's notebooks."
Luke got it. "So, it's your dad's …"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Come on, she's old enough to be my father's grandmother!"
Luke was amused. "Fine, it's my fault."
Only then did Tony continue, "When my old man first met Tiana, he was but a teenager. It was my grandfather who brought him to pay a visit to this' ancestral 'elder."
At this moment, young Morgan returned with tea and snacks. "Dad, Bruce, do you want me to pour you some tea?"
But she didn't know that in the blink of an eye, her little craftiness had already been seen through by the two cunning fellows.
Luke nodded with a smile. "Okay, thank you, little cutie."
Young Morgan pursed her lips. Little cutie? That sounded too immature.
But it came from Bruce's mouth. Even if he called her dad, her dad couldn't do anything about it. What else could she do?
But Bruce had asked her to stay and listen in, satisfying her curiosity as a young girl. So, he was still a good uncle to her.
Tony glared at Luke, but didn't complain, or his daughter would think that he was "stopping" her from listening in.
He deliberated and explained the situation of Tiana, a family friend who was at the level of a "great-grandmother". He used a lot of sensitive content that only he and the knight understood.
Luke understood everything. Young Morgan only felt that her father's words weren't what he usually used, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
All she had heard was that there was a very old grandmother in her family who lived in seclusion, and that Bruce wanted to visit her. It would be rude to go there rashly, so she wanted her father to inform the old grandmother.
Visiting an old-fashioned elder was a nightmare for a lively girl. The pain was second only to her mother telling her to eat green vegetables that she didn't like.
So, after listening in for only a few minutes, young Morgan found an excuse to slip away.
The two old men looked at each other and smiled. They had a tacit understanding of each other.
…
A few nights later, a streak of light streaked across the sky and landed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Half an hour later, the level-three clone in knight armor emerged from the sea. The nano armor retracted into its necklace, and it landed on a small reef that protruded ten meters out of the sea, where it waited in silence.
It was midnight. A dim yellow light lit up on the surface of the sea and quickly approached the reef.
In less than ten seconds, the dim yellow light reached the reef. It was an old-fashioned oil lamp hanging from the stern of a narrow canoe.
There was only one valiant female warrior on the canoe.
Apart from her chest protector and battle skirt, there was nothing covering her. Her exposed thighs and arms were the color of wheat, and her muscles were smooth and beautiful.
She looked at the knight's clone for a moment, and then said, "Who are you?"
The knight bowed slightly. "Dark Knight Bruce Bel-Wayne, here to pay a visit to Lady Tiana." As he spoke, he flashed a simple dagger in his hand.
The female warrior looked at the dagger for a moment, then nodded. "Get on the canoe. But please don't make any careless moves, or you'll be expelled. "
"Got it." The knight didn't open his mask, and his face was calm. His figure landed on the canoe as light as a feather.
The canoe quickly turned around after receiving the person, and headed in the direction it came from. Soon, it disappeared into the darkness.
Sensing the fluctuations of spatial energy, and the vague feeling of fragmentation in the fluctuations, the knight's clone knew that he had entered some kind of "secret realm."
There should be some kind of spatial spell or technique here. Its effect was similar to the Archmage Paragon's three holy temples, which could hide a space in ordinary space.
Without a matching trick or suitable method, a "miracle" wouldn't happen even if he passed through this sea a hundred times.
The canoe quickly passed through the layer of spatial fragmentation, and in front of it was a huge island in the blue sky and blue sea.
Under the bright and beautiful sunlight, the golden beach really did seem to shimmer with a golden luster.
The lush and verdant plants were even greener, and the scattered buildings were set off.
There were also quite a few people moving around on the island, and most of them were … cultivating?
The knight's clone paid a little more attention, and was very sure that those people were indeed cultivating. It was just that they were bare-handed, armed, and physical.
The only interesting thing was that these warriors with outstanding strength were actually all women. Furthermore, they all looked young, and didn't seem to be over thirty years old.
Of course, this was only in comparison to the average aging of a thirty-year-old woman's skin in America.
According to the tycoon, that old granny Tiana's appearance hadn't changed for decades. These female warriors in front of him might also be "grannies."
But age was still an unknown. Their powerful combat skills, beautiful wheat skin, and gorgeous muscles like those of a leopard were enough to please the eye.
Thus, the knight's clone didn't avert his gaze, and very naturally enjoyed the beautiful scenery.
(Note: DC Fantasy Journey was crowdfunded from a small theater created by book friend Cang Moyue, so don't worry about why Luke didn't hide or why he wasn't afraid of the backlash of spacetime. Just think of it as a standalone book like "The Punisher Slaughters xx Universe.")
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