The Amazing Journey of the Knight of the Ring

"Master Damian, just baked cheese, I think you'll need some.

"American or louver?"

"Swiss."

"sounds good."

Damian reached for the tray, placed it on the table, and ate a piece of cheese.

"Didn't you send it to the Batcave?"

"Master doesn't eat these things at night. He has a terrible level of self-discipline. I prepared it for you. I prepared shrimp pie for him."

"Exactly, I'm going to the Batcave and take him there by the way."

Hearing this, Damian walked out the door with the cheese, exerted the qualities that an assassin should have, and jumped off the second floor effortlessly with a tray in hand.

Looking at this scene, Alfred shook his head.

"I've said it all, don't jump around the house."

When Damian came to the bat cave, he found that his father was wearing equipment and seemed to be going out. He put the tray on the workbench next to him and ran over quickly.

"Going out on patrol? I'm going to change my uniform."

"No, the Justice League has some things for me to take care of, and I'll probably be back tomorrow."

"Ok, don't you try the shrimp pie prepared by Pennyworth for you?"

"It's not too late to come back to eat."

Just as he was talking, Batman boarded the bat fighter and flew out of the Batcave through the upper passage.

Seeing this scene, Damian couldn't help but pouted.

"Disappointed? Because he didn't eat the shrimp pie you brought?"

At this moment, Ralph came to Damian's side.

Damian turned back and retorted to the man in the white coat:

"Do you think I'm a childish brat?"

"From your appearance, I have good reason to think so."

"Oh, that's all your knowledge is."

Damian curled his lips in disdain, turned to pick up a shrimp pie from the table, and chewed it as if venting his anger.

No matter how mature he is, he is still only a child under ten years old.

"Okay, I actually envy you."

"Do you want to say in your next sentence that you are an orphan, but I still have at least one father or something? Forget it, there is no market for such third-rate TV series."

Damian groaned.

Ralph felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"Okay, you're right. Although it's very old-fashioned, it's not wrong to say that I am an orphan now. Of course, I'm not saying this for sensationalism, it's just a bit of emotion."

"Sounds interesting."

Damian frowned.

"My experience is a bit fantasy, you can listen to it as a story. Before I was 22 years old, I was a college student who was about to graduate, but by an accident, I came to the Middle Ages."

"Wow, Hollywood's third-rate screenwriter level, even the story is too vulgar."

"So I said, it sounds a little bit fantastical, I became a baby in the Middle Ages, and I grew up there for 18 years, and that's where I became the Knight of the Ring, the so-called Knight of the Ring, and all of you Superheroes are somewhat similar, except we're dealing with the man-eating Hora."

Ralph also seemed to be caught in a flashback.

"Since then, I have often felt terrified. In just a moment, I lost everything. I still need to survive in the crisis-ridden Middle Ages and be alert to monster attacks. I also tried desperately to find my way home. method, but in the end, nothing was gained, and in the end, people were attacked as demons."

"Okay, I take back the foreword, the story level is still eye-catching, but your storytelling is really bad enough."

"I'm not talking about these things to make you complain, you at least still have a father and mother, even if the bad relationship between them can be written on a bestseller, and, do you want to improve your relationship with your father? Very simple, Find a time for him to take you where you want to go."

Ralph spoke his mind.

After Damian heard it, he seemed dismissive and just ate shrimp patties on his own.

"So, the Batman family is all arrogant. You and your father are carved in the same mold. In short, I have suggested it to you. You can decide what to do."

Ralph stretched and was about to leave.

Just then, Damian spoke up.

"Have you and him... what happened to what my father was investigating?"

"No, according to the investigation in the lunatic asylum some time ago, it can only be determined that most of them have become Hora, but their movements have not been found."

"Then look for it again."

Damian stuffed the last bite of the shrimp pie into his mouth, turned around and came to the bat body parked in the bat cave.

Seeing this, Ralph instantly understood what this bear child wanted to do.