In the dining room, Alfred and John Zatara listened to the teenagers and girls in front of them with serious faces.

"Speaking of which, the mage came to Gotham to find an apprentice?"

"According to the mage Aristophane, he was indeed to help the **** Naboo choose to inherit the talent to come to Gotham, but we both coincided with the meeting and had great magical gifts." Zatanna looked at her father Whispered.

Zatara was playing with the hat badge in his hand. After several inspections, he didn't find any problems in it. On the contrary, some strange magic circles and spells he had never seen before surprised him a bit.

"Well, it's getting late. Master Bruce and Miss Zatanna should also rest. We will talk about the specific situation tomorrow." Alfred interrupted Zatara's contemplation.

"Indeed, go and rest, kids, just leave the rest to me and Alfred." Zatara returned the badge to his daughter, then watched Alfred send the two back upstairs. bedroom.

"Did you see anything, John?"

John Zatara shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is a very powerful mage, Alfred. The magic contained in the two badges he threw to the children is actually comparable to the magical items passed down by the big family for hundreds of years. ."

"So you have no way to deal with him?" The Steward of Wayne's house looked at the magician, "Then can you find someone else to give us some help?"

"Time is too tight, Alfred. The wizards I know are thousands of miles away in Europe, South America and even East Asia. According to the children, this wizard wizard will come tomorrow, so even if I notify them, those The mage has no way to come in time."

Alfred rubbed the back of the chair: "You can't just sit and wait! So John, you go to contact your friends, and I will also activate my channel to find some backup power."

Zatara shook his head, and stopped talking.

"What's the matter, John?"

"It's nothing, Alfred, just do as you said."

Early the next morning, Alfred, who was still preparing for breakfast, heard the sound of the doorbell again. He looked out the window and found a man with a hood standing at the door, holding a weird staff with white mist in his hand. .

"John, John! He's here again, what shall we do!" Alfred stopped his work, picked up Remington 870, who was at the door and shouted.

Zatara walked to the hall. He looked at the butler holding the shotgun and patted him on the shoulder: "Put down Alfred. If he wants to come in, I think this gun is basically useless."

Alfred looked at Zatara: "Are you sure?"

"This gun can't even threaten me, let alone the wizard. Let him in, I think he didn't have any malicious intentions this time."

The butler sighed helplessly, turned and put the gun on the table, opened the door and walked out, and the hooded man outside the iron door also took off his hood.

"Hello, Alfred Peniworth, and this Mage John Zatara, I must be clear to you."

Alfred looked ugly: "What if I refuse?"

"I want to hear the personal answers from Bruce Wayne and Zatanna, two." Aristophane's smile remained unchanged. "In fact, they are not indispensable for both of them, but their magical talents are really excellent. Up."

At this time Zatara walked to Alfred's side and said softly to him: "Alfred, might as well let him in first, we listen carefully to his thoughts before making a decision."

The butler took a deep breath, opened the closed iron door, and led him into Wayne's manor, when a small head flashed away from the second floor window.

"Zatanna, wake up, that wizard mage is here!"

"Well, Bruce, let me sleep for a while, and finally I won't have to hang upside down one morning." Zatanna muttered, burying herself in the soft velvet quilt.

Bruce Wayne, in pajamas, looked at Zatanna who was lying in bed, and no longer cared about her, but washed and walked out of the bedroom alone.

When he walked into the dining room, he saw Aristophane and John Zatara sitting on both sides of the long table, each with a glass of white water in front of them.

Little Bruce looked curiously at the serious-faced Uncle Za'atara and the relaxed elf mage: "What are you doing?"

Zatara did not answer him. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and controlled the water in the cup to fly out. Aristophane did the same. Then the two used the water as a weapon to start a special experience in front of Bruce. Magic battle.

After a while, Alfred also walked in. He stood quietly behind Bruce, watching the two sitting at the table with him.

The two groups of water changed into various arrays and weapon models in the hands of the wizard, and Bruce soon discovered that John had been attacking and Aristophanes had been defending.

"Afu, who do you think can win?"

Alfred shook his head, and then whispered: "Master, I don't know, but John seems to have fallen behind."

"Huh? But obviously Mr. John has been attacking."

"Master, sometimes you can win without attacking."

Before the words fell, the water ball in the air split into two **** and fell into the cup in front of the two again, but it was clear that the water in the Aristophanes cup was much more than that of John Zatara.

"It looks like I won." Aristophane said with a smile.

John Zatara looked at the cup in front of Aristophanes and then at his own, and shook his head. Although he had expected the result, he was still disappointed.

"Bruce, where is Zatanna?"

"Oh, Mr. Aristophane, Zatanna was still asleep when I just got down." Bruce recovered from the dazzling tactics of the two.

"Then I will ask you first, Bruce, are you willing to inherit the mantle of God Naboo and become the heir of order magic and the guardian of order?"

"Huh?" Bruce Wayne was stunned.

Alfred looked at the young master who was still in a sluggish state, and quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Aristophane, let's ask after Miss Zatanna wakes up. Let's have breakfast first."

John Zatara also recovered, and also persuaded: "I'm going to get Zatanna up, you can eat first."

The wizard mage looked at the panicked two, nodded and agreed with their suggestions.

John got up and left the dining room. Bruce noticed that his back was soaked with sweat, while Alfred served an exceptionally rich breakfast that had been prepared long ago.

Soon Zatanna followed Zatara, who had changed clothes, and four people sat around the table, with Alfred standing aside.

After eating, Alfred led the crowd to the drawing room and served them expensive tea.

"Okay, we have eaten, and our strength has been tested. Let's get to the topic below."

After Aristophan finished speaking, he wiped the ring on his right hand, and a golden fully enclosed helmet appeared on his hand in the eyes of everyone's surprise.

"This is the helmet of God Naboo, and I am also the heir entrusted by him to find destiny. Then Bruce, Zatanna, can you tell me the choice of the two of you?"

There was silence in the hall.

Looking at the tangled people, Aristophane did not urge, and drank the tea prepared by Alfred slowly.

At this time, little Bruce mustered up the courage. He ignored Alfred's obstruction and asked, "Sir, I want to ask if magic can revive my parents?"

"Good question, but it's better to let Mr. Zatara answer it for you."

Bruce stared at John. He also looked at this boy who was about the same age as his daughter~lightnovelpub.net~ and said seriously and seriously: "Bruce, the essence of magic is a way of using energy. , And life is a forbidden zone that our mage cannot touch. The magic of reversing life not only needs to pay a price you can’t imagine, but it will also be targeted by some terrifying existence, and the entire world will be destroyed by then.”

After Bruce was silent, Alfred hugged his little master with distress.

"Then what is your decision?"

Bruce looked at the golden helmet placed on the table, as if there was a whisper in his heart, let himself approach it and accept it.

"Still, Mr. Aristophanes, I don't think I'm suitable to inherit Naboo's heritage. And compared to Naboo, I hope I can learn some basic knowledge about magic from you."

Aristophane was noncommittal and turned to ask Zatara father and daughter again: "Then what is your decision?"

"Is God Naboo really as powerful as you said?" Zatanna asked.

Aristophane smiled, and before everyone reacted, he picked up the golden helmet from the table and threw it to the girl: "Why don't you try it yourself?"

Zatanna caught the helmet, then looked at her father for help.

"Your Excellency Aristophane, I don't know if I can put on a helmet and try it?" John Zatara asked, taking the helmet from his daughter.

"Please, Lord Zatara, but I don't know if you will be approved by God Naboo."