American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 107 With a friend like you, who needs an enemy?

"Thank you, but is it Halloween?"

Dio ignored Xavi's words and was thinking about this special day.

Samhain is a traditional festival of the ancient Celts, and it is the origin of Halloween.

In ancient Celtic beliefs, this day was considered the moment when the boundary between the world of the living and the "other world" where the dead and gods resided was the weakest, allowing souls to move freely between them.

Gotham is a city built on dark magic, and it is inherently abnormal.

After all, it has the highest crime rate in the United States, as well as the most glamorous and wealthy neighborhoods.

Moreover, in Gotham City, the distance between a highly educated person and a mentally ill person may only be one Arkham.

"No wonder."

Dior ruthlessly slapped Xavi's hand away and walked straight to the car not far away.

"Harvey, you need a haircut."

"A haircut? OK, I'll remember."

Harvey touched his hair and smiled, thinking that he really should get a haircut.

He stood in front of his car, watching Dior skillfully reverse into the driver's seat, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Dior has grown up and is no longer the little boy who only knew how to hide behind his sister.

Harvey stood there until a flashing police light was shoved into his hand.

"This kid's driving skills have really improved."

A few seconds later, Harvey looked at the police light in his hand, and his smile froze on his face.

He subconsciously touched his pocket—it was empty.

Where are the car keys? Where are his car keys?

"That's my car? That's my car! Hey—!!"

Harvey took two steps after it, but the car had already merged into traffic and disappeared around the street corner.

He stood in the middle of the road, holding up the police light, letting the cold, damp wind of Gotham blow through his hair, which he had just decided to get a haircut.

Once again?

All I did was put my unwashed hands on your shoulder!

Is it really necessary?!

"Damn brat!"

Wayne Manor.

The moment Dior opened the door, the warmth from the underfloor heating, carrying a faint scent of lavender, wafted towards him.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped barefoot onto the warm wooden floor, his body, exhausted from the past few days, finally relaxed.

On the coffee table in the living room, a cup of Wuyi Mountain black tea is steaming, with a plate of macadamia nuts next to it.

He picked it up and took a sip—40 degrees Celsius, just right for drinking.

Alfred did not appear, but every detail in the manor spoke volumes:

Welcome home.

Dior tossed his coat onto the sofa and went into the bathroom.

The hot water was ready, with a few lemon and rosemary slices floating on the surface, and the aroma of essential oils slowly unfolding in the steam.

He sank into the bathtub, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the warm water.

The fatigue from four days without sleep was gradually melted away by the hot water.

He didn't want to move; he just wanted to sink down like this.

the next day.

Dior was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

He opened his eyes in confusion and looked up at the contents of the panel.

[Long-term mission: Only the blood of nine can wash away their sins]

[Task Completed]

The sacrificial ceremony has been stopped: 2/9

【Ceremony 1: Bump No. 1 Drainage System】

[Reward: Holy Water x5]

[Type: Consumable]

[Effect: Splashing this will cause moderate damage to demons and undead enemies; drinking it will dispel low-level curses.]

[PS: The holy water used by the St. Dumas order to soak a certain mysterious part of a saint's body is not recommended for consumption.]

Not recommended for consumption?

The body was soaking in water?

Dior scoffed. Five bottles of holy water, better than nothing.

I wonder if one day, after Saint Dio dies, someone will soak his body in water.

However, by then, he might have already gathered his remains, fulfilled all the conditions, and ascended to heaven.

Dior continued looking down.

【Ritual Two: The Sacrifice of the Son of Gotham】

Status: Stopped (Sacrifice survived)

[Main Threat: Angel of Death - Azrael (Already defeated)]

[Reward 1: 500 Points]

[Reward 2: Passive - Increased Constitution]

[Type: Body Enhancement]

[Effects: Slightly accelerates wound healing, shortens bone fracture recovery time by 30%, reduces susceptibility to illness, and enhances physical fitness]

A warm current flowed from my heart to my limbs and torso.

5 seconds later.

Boring.

I feel so helpless!

Dior pursed his lips, stretched lazily, stepped barefoot onto the warm floor, and headed towards the bathroom.

After washing up and arriving in the living room, she found that Bruce was already sitting on the sofa.

He remained silent, with many Wayne Group financial reports spread out in front of him and several cups of coffee on the table.

Dio walked over with a suspicious look on his face, and exclaimed when he saw Bruce's face: "You have such dark circles under your eyes. You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

"I definitely didn't sleep."

Bruce nodded; he hadn't slept all night.

"Regarding the group's affairs and Ma Long's affairs, I'm thinking about whether my next move will open Pandora's box."

He knew very well that his enemy was a behemoth, and the Wayne Group was already practically in their grasp.

What leverage do we have to offend such a behemoth?

A very rich little brat, an old butler with a sore back and a bit overweight, and...

Bruce turned his gaze to Dio, still unsure whether the other was on his side.

But he couldn't afford to gamble with the Owl Court, the corruption within the Wayne Corporation, or the blood feud with his parents.

Upon seeing this, Dior's expression shifted several times.

Oh?

Are you waiting for me here?

You're trying to force me to take sides, Bruce.

When the strength of the enemy cannot be determined, it is indeed a wise approach to resolve internal conflicts first.

Dior understood, but remained silent and offered no reply.

"You want to infiltrate Indian Mountain, and I want to find evidence of Wayne Enterprises' corruption. We have a common enemy."

Bruce continued, "I know what you want, Dior. I've known from the beginning, and you know it's not impossible, right?"

Upon hearing this, Dior suddenly laughed.

After all, isn't this pie in the sky a bit too obvious?

and many more?

But then, his laughter stopped. He sat down opposite Bruce, his face darkening. "What do you know? Why did you say such nonsensical things this morning?"

Dio suspected that Bruce already knew about the plan three days later.

He had told Bruce a while ago that someone might come to test him.

But that happened a long time ago, but today...

"I just want to make sure you're on my side. We're friends, right?"

Bruce remained expressionless, but inwardly he felt inexplicably nervous.

He didn't find out, did he?

Dio took a deep breath, his face grim as he stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Bruce, with a friend like you, who needs enemies?"

He returned to his room without a word, took out his bank card, and pried open his phone.

A black device, about the size of a grain of rice, sits quietly next to the battery.

A transmitter used to steal text messages and phone conversations.

Dio stared at the device, his face expressionless.

He picked it out with his fingernail, pinched it between two fingers, and gently applied pressure.

Click.

This can't go on.

As Bruce got older, he became more and more suspicious.

If only he had some kind of ability to tell at a glance whether there were any listening devices in the room.

The moment the thought arose, ripples within my body surged without warning.

The ripples resonate with every steel bar in the wall and with every grain of wood beneath the floor.

The world had changed in Dior's eyes.

The entire wall turned into a translucent grayish-white color.

He could see the crisscrossing water pipes and electrical wires inside the walls, and he could see the threads of the screws on the ceiling lights.

The whole world has become a giant X-ray.

At this moment, the panel displaying the saint's remains has also been updated.

[Saint's Remains (Eye Area - Both Eyes)]

[Category: Mysterious Remains]

[Ability 1: Increase Luck]

[Capability 2: Enhance host ripple technology, scanning]

[Ability 3: Unknown]

This is one of the remains left behind by a saint who wore a crown of thorns and had a pierced palm after crossing continents. It is said that when all the parts reassemble, a true miracle will occur.

[PS: There is a faint consciousness, but not much. This body particularly dislikes hellish jokes. Please treat these eyes from a mysterious saint with kindness.]

scanning?

It appears to be a derivative capability of the ripple technology.

Dior couldn't help but smile.

Bruce, you've really given me a wonderful gift.

Then I should reciprocate properly.

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