A group of people in the ornate hall looked at the man in a fit of rage, but no one dared to stop him.

There was another crisp thud, and the ornate goblet fell to the ground and turned into a piece of slag, but no one dared to say a word. After a long time, the man seemed to have finally come to his senses, and waved his hand to signal the people below to clean up the mess.

"Master?"

As Rayshaw. Profound. Gu's most trusted servant saw that Rayshaw seemed to have gradually calmed down, which also showed that he had a new plan.

This time, because of Batman's intervention, their plan to subvert a country's regime was completely ruined, and this time it was not only a financial loss, but an even greater loss for the entire Assassin League was reputational.

"How's that kid?"

Rayshaw's eyes kept staring at the scenery outside the window, and his calm tone contained a signal of rage.

"News from the big castes says his training is going well"

Who the kid in Rayshaw's mouth is very clear. The subordinate hurriedly handed over the latest news from the big caste to him.

“.... Bring him back, now it's time to execute the next step."

Batman has ruined him too many times, and although he loves it, it is absolutely detrimental to the entire Assassin League if things continue like this, and he must do something.

“..... Yes"

In the Land of the Great Castes, Dakla stood on the terrace and looked at the waterfall water left from above, and fell into deep thought, just now she had received a news that she had not seen the most.

"Dakla? What happened? ”

Dakura's solemn expression made the monks who practiced here nervous.

"That kid from Rayshaw sent a message to take the imp away"

The imp is Darkela's name for Jason, and for Darkela's age, everyone here can be called a Imp.

"If you don't want to, say no."

There is some relationship between the League of Assassins and the big castes, but not much, and they are not affiliated with the League of Assassins. Profound. The Ancients were not the heads of the big castes, and if they did not want to, the Assassin League would not want to take anyone from them.

From the time Thalia sent Jason here, they both knew that Reshaw's purpose was to use the power of the big caste to breed a super soldier for him. They all liked the imp and didn't want him to become a killing machine.

“... No, he has to leave."

Dakra vetoed the monks' suggestion.

The big caste is a secluded place, and the only reason for their existence is namelessness, for which they practice, they train, but they never get involved in worldly things. They have nothing to do with the two worlds that are parallel to the world.

"That kid doesn't belong here, he has what he needs to do, and returning to the League of Assassins is the only way for him to return to the world"

He didn't know what kind of path fate had laid for the child, but he could only follow it all the way down without a chance to turn back.

The League of Assassins quickly sent someone to pick up Jason, and it wasn't Talia who came, which made Daklaa a little strange.

"Where's Talia?"

"Madame has a mission to go out, and the host sent us to pick up people"

The words of the person who came made Dakla's eyes narrow, she had lived for thousands of years, how could such a flawed lie escape her eyes. After the Assassin League helicopter had left, Dakora said to the monk beside him:

"Send a message to Talia"

Although they don't know what kind of future fate has prepared for that child, at least they need to try to avoid the worst.

When Talia received the news from Dakla, she was training with her son in the training room, and when she received the news, she hurried to the main hall.

Following the servant's instructions, she quickly found her father and the reason why she hurried.

Five years have passed in a flash, the former boy has faded and become more mature, the original round face has become angular, and the original red hair now looks very close to black, which makes the boy more and more like the child in her memory.

And now the boy was easily falling to the characters that Reshaw had sent to test him, and several of them were even the elite of the League of Assassins.

"It's amazing"

Reshaw did not hesitate to praise himself, what a perfect samurai... Except for the problem of the head.

"Father, what are you going to do next?"

Talia asked, a little uneasy. Send this boy to assassinate Batman?

"How? Sending him to the man, of course."

"You want him to assassinate Batman?"

Talia's words made Reshaw turn his head to look at her for a long time, and then said:

"Of course not, my daughter, all I need is a pawn that can spy on Batman and mislead the man when necessary."

“.... But this kid's mind isn't very good."

From the time Jason first arrived, it was judged that the child had suffered a severe head injury, and even if the treatment was carried out at that time, there was no guarantee of how much recovery would be possible, let alone so many years.

Talia dutifully reminds her father that Jason is not a pawn to be placed next to Batman.

"Of course, so I've had someone prepare a set of memories for him"

“... Wash.. Brainwashing? ”

This is the real reason why Rayshaw has never wanted to heal the boy's head wound, whether he is the boy they know or not, his original memories will have an impact on Rayshaw's final actions, and it is far easier to transplant a set of powerful memories for a person with no memories than to brainwash a person with a memory.

"Then, we need to give him a convincing reason to send him back to Gotham."

Treshaw's next words, Talia didn't listen at all. She wasn't sure about anything else, but if the boy was really the boy next to Batman, she knew exactly what the consequences would be for Reshaw's actions.

Ryshaw left to arrange other matters, and Talia stared at the man who stood still and didn't move.

"Kui!"

At Talia's shout, a man stepped out of the shadows and knelt before her for orders.

"I remember you were going to Bardola on a mission"

"Yes"

"When to go"

"Today"

"Where to turn around"

"The nearest distance is Aminaer"

"Hurricane Amminal has made landfall these days, and you're in transit from Gotham"

Qui looked up at the man standing beside Talia, then nodded.

"Madame, ma'am, this will not work, master."

With a gunshot, the rambling finally ended.

"It's not your turn to tell me what to do and what not to do!"

Talia glared at the lifeless corpse lying on the ground, and continued to drag the boy behind him towards the underground demon pool.

Having learned from the past, Talia was no longer hindered in her actions, and went to the green sticky demon pool, and stepped back from the boy she had dragged over:

"Get in"

The boy obeyed the order in a daze and walked towards the depths of the pool.

Talia wasn't so relaxed, no one knew what would come out of the pool. A mad demon? A corpse? Still is... A continuation of Robin...

The gun in his hand was already loaded, and Talia stared at the boy who was sinking into the water.

"If you fail, I'll take care of sending you back where you were supposed to be"

A terrible cry echoed throughout the space, and a figure suddenly burst out of the pool, and the guy closest to the pool was directly beaten to the ground defenselessly, and it was impossible to see if he was still alive.

"Did it fail?"

Talia quickly fired two shots at the indiscriminate figure, but was quickly dodged.

"What a speed!"

An attack without reason made Talia conclude that he had "failed". An irrational demon cannot be allowed to walk out of here. Talia reloaded her pistol and was ready to settle the problem once and for all.

Two shots were fired in quick succession aimed at the boy's heart and head. The man, who was in the air and couldn't dodge, pulled out two blades out of nowhere, blocking the two bullets that were fired at the point.

It was then knocked back into the pool by a massive impact, and the broken blade splashed everywhere and pierced deep into the rock wall.

The boy leaped up from the pool again, this time without hesitation running in the unguarded direction.

"Bastard!!"

When Rayshaw knew that things were hurrying over, the boy's figure had already disappeared from the cave. Knowing the cause and effect, he poured all his anger on his only daughter.

"You know what you're doing, you've made all my plans scrapped!"

"But father, I don't think it's a good idea to offend Batman like this, especially since we already have one to send over"

Talia faced her father's anger with a blank face, and simply explained her reasons for doing so.

Reshaw stared at Talia for a long time, and finally gave Talia the order to be grounded.

After watching his subordinates take Talia away, Rayshaw's henchmen came over and comforted:

"Master, I think Madame is very reasonable, if Batman detects this boy's abnormality, then we have to be..."

"Shut up!"

Rayshaw didn't have the slightest room to interrupt his henchman's words.

"She's my daughter, I don't know her yet? What for the future plan, those are just excuses, what a stupid woman who is carried away by love..."

Lei Xiao's words blocked the henchman's desire to continue to persuade him.

“.... So what do we do next? ”

“... Did you find the child? ”

“.. No, he jumped out of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hall, and there was a cliff outside..... I'm afraid ....."

“.... What a waste of a good seed, forget it."

Even if that kid wasn't sent to Batman to be a pawn, it would be a great weapon, and it would be a shame to lose it like this, but the height of that cliff and the rushing river below made it impossible to survive.

Talia sat quietly in her room, and the boy had been surprised to jump off the cliff, and I was afraid it had all been done in vain.

"Madame"

The voice of a servant came from the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Kui just set off on a mission"

“......... Got it."

It looks like Qui has found the boy, but it's not the right thing to do to send that kind of boy to Gotham.

"Mother?"

The door was pushed open again, and a small figure stood in the doorway looking at the woman sitting in the room.

"What's the matter? Damian? ”

"When will I see my father?"

Damian looked more and more like his father and got stronger.

“... Not yet, my son."

"When will I get it?"

"When you can beat me......"