Chapter 75: The Fountain of Youth (Ch 831173969)

Lucian did not think about why Bruce suffered such a fatal injury, and naturally he did not know that the next second after he found Bruce, the Assassin’s League in the Middle East was already in place.
This was actually an attack on Bruce planned by the League of Assassins, who then took the opportunity to present themselves as his savior.
But they didn’t expect that the seriously injured Bruce could run so far, nor did they expect that Lucian would find someone before them.
So, by accident, Lucian inserted himself into the bond between Bruce and the Assassin’s League, and demonstrated his extraordinary healing and immortal abilities.
…
As the sun set, the oil lamps in the tavern were lit, and the atmosphere at the gambling table became more and more heated. Lucian did not participate anymore, but squeezed out, returned the wine glass to the front desk, and said:
“I want a place to live.”
He made a request: “The most important thing is soundproofing.”
The bartender wiped the glass with a rag and shook his head: “No.”
“… Not again, okay.”
Lucien was not surprised. He tapped the table and said, “Then a bed will be fine.”
Most hotels in places like this have several people sharing one room. There are also single rooms, but the soundproofing is not even as good as that in Gotham.
So Lucian had already figured out the pattern.
If there is no soundproof room, just sleep on a big bed… There may be snoring and sweat odor, but since it is a semi-public space, no one will make any weird noises late at night.
This is also his biggest request.
Lucian was led into the backyard and saw a few dusty people playing cards under the light of oil lamps.
The room was not small, but the wooden beds were laid so closely together that there was only enough space for a sideways walk between them.
“Hey, man.”
A young white man was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. When he saw him come in, he looked him up and down curiously: “Are you so hungry?”
“Something like a mummy underground.”
There was no provocation in his tone, just pure curiosity, so Lucien replied: “You probably can’t imagine, I survived in the desert for about a week. I was not this thin before.”
“You just came back from there?” The young man became interested and came over to help make the bed. “They say there’s a fountain of immortality in there, is that true?”
The Fountain of Youth?
It must be the Pool of Lazarus.
That is the private property of the Assassin’s League.
Lucian glanced at the young man and shook his head. “There is no such thing as a fountain of immortality… It’s all just a trick for kids. There’s nothing but sand in it.”
The young man was a little frustrated when he heard this: “That’s why I came here… They say this place can bring people back to life from near-death situations.”
“them?”
“…I read it in the newspaper.”
After tidying up the sleeping area, Lucien had a basic understanding of him.
Reuben Arnold is an Israeli whose father was a non-commissioned officer in the Ottoman Empire.
“My mother has cancer…” Reuben said gloomily, “She won’t live long. We’ve spent a lot of money on it, but it can’t be cured.”
Lucian took a puff of his cigarette:
“You place all your hopes on the so-called immortal spring… Have you ever thought that even if you really find it one day, when you return with the spring water, all you will see is a tombstone?”
“Instead of wasting time looking for her, why not go back and spend time with your old mother and let her spend her last journey in your eyes.”
Reuben didn’t say anything. The young man lowered his head and there seemed to be tears shining in his eyes.
“Besides…” Straight smoke floated out of the cigarette: “I think this is an excuse for you to avoid the responsibility of raising children and the cost of money.”
…
Lucien felt that he was suspicious and these words were more of a test.
But Reuben looked like he was about to cry.
…
A bizarre dream.
Lucian hadn’t dreamed of the Flash for a long time, and hadn’t talked to him for a long time. He even forgot the existence of this illusion at one point, just like he forgot the Green Lantern ring hanging around his neck.
“I have a feeling, Lucian… According to your theory, the time for this dark multiverse to return to the positive is coming soon. We may need some preparation, you know, like Luthor’s nuclear fallout.”
“But before that…” Lucien saw the Flash, who was also blurry in the dream hallucination: “Maybe I should get some speed force? You look like you’re about to disappear.”
…
Bruce is now 24 years old, and the first generation of Flash, Jay Garrick, will be born four years later, when Batman is 28 years old.
There is no Speed ​​Force in this world now.
…
“Just like the fight for the Joker or Batman in -22… maybe I can be the Flash?”
“Do I need to yell ‘I’m the Flash’?” The Flash jumped up.
“…No need.” Lucian shook his head: “There is no Flash here. Even if there is, he is still alive. We cannot compete for his status.”
“I was just joking, don’t take it too seriously.”
…
“oh.”
…
Normally, super heroes and super villains have extraordinary schedules, but this is not the case with Lucian.
Going to bed around ten o’clock in the evening and getting up at six o’clock in the morning… This is a habit he has maintained for ten years.
“……Good morning.”
But when Lucien opened his eyes, he saw Reuben lying on the side of his bed with dark circles under his eyes. Reuben’s eyes were full of red bloodshot, as if he had been crying, and his eyelids were red and swollen. It seemed that he had not slept all night.
Seeing Lucian wake up, he forced a smile and greeted him, then said: “…You’re right, I should go back.”
…
Reuben packed all his luggage into a brown box, wearing a leather jacket, and stood up and walked out after saying this to Lucien.
Lucien: “?”
“You’re leaving now?”
“…I’ve been thinking about it all night, and you’re right.” Reuben said in a hoarse voice: “I’m going back now, thank you, Lucien.”
Lucian pursed his lips, put on his clothes, and got up with them: “Let me see you off.”
…
Looking for the Fountain of Youth in the desert, especially in a territory controlled by the Assassin’s League, seems strange no matter how you look at it.
Lucien really didn’t expect that what he said would be true.
There was a jeep driven by a local parked outside. When he saw Reuben coming out, he honked twice, urging him to come out.
“I’ll go first…” After finally bowing to Lucien, Reuben opened the car door and got in.
Lucien hesitantly raised his hand and waved goodbye, looking at the dust raised by the jeep’s departure.
“…Is there really no conspiracy?”
After waiting for a moment, Lucien had to confirm this fact.
“Why do I feel a little guilty…”
But when he looked back, he realized that his conscience had been hurting him too early.