Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

It’s just that his father and the two old men in front of him don’t want to face this fact.

Ruth seemed to see Tony's thoughts: "Don't worry, she is definitely still alive."

Ruth pointed to the document with determination: "Just wait patiently, one day, she will come back."

"And we probably won't be able to wait any longer..."

Jack and Rose were a little sad.

Many years ago, they thought they would die on that huge ship, but a fog cleverly brought the entire sea area into a safe port.

Because of this incident, all passengers and crew members were investigated for half a year.

As a result, nothing was found.

"We're leaving together. If she comes back, please tell her - we've been missing her."

Jack recalled the past: "I miss her and her exquisite paintings. I still remember her pouting, making sarcastic remarks to me, and then smiling and pulling Howard up."

The two old men fell into memories.

Tony was rarely infected by this emotion.

These two old men, spanning decades, still remember every person they met on that giant ship, every survivor who should have died, as well as its captain, first mate, second mate, delicious food, cabins, decks, dance, and the night sky.

oath.

'Live a good life! Mr. Hanhan and Ms. Rose!'

The girl, with her hair loose, lay on the railing of the sinking ship, shouting to them from above. The stars in the night sky and the surging waves witnessed their love.

Mr. Jack and Ms. Ruth, two people who love each other deeply, did it.

The three of them talked about their memories - before the old man became tired and prepared to leave, Tony made a decision.

"Okay, let me be clear first. It's not that I mean to hide it."

He stood up and spread his hands towards the old man in a strange manner: "I didn't know you had such a deep connection with Mr. Howard and Ms. Mori Yuesha."

"Do you think we are here to cheat you out of money?" Ruth rolled her eyes at Tony. Although there were wrinkles on her face, Tony had to admit that Miss Ruth was definitely a beauty when she was young.

"They're using a mountain of Picassos to defraud you of your money?"

Tony muttered: "How do I know that's true..."

"Well, it's my fault."

He walked to the wall not far away, rubbed it for a while, pressed a button, turned back and joked: "I should have asked the ambulance to stand by the door. If your heart--"

"When I pointed the gun at Carl, you still--"

"I'm still a tadpole, Mr. Jack Dawson, there's nothing commendable about showing off your age."

“Should I give you a thumbs up?”

After two rounds of conversation, a mechanical sound came from the wall, and then extended to the feet of the three people, the friction between steel and bearings, the sound of electric current and gas mixed together.

The three men took a few steps back.

At my feet, a not-too-big door appeared in my sight.

The stairs lead to the underground, where linear lights are embedded in the walls. From a distance, everything is spotless.

Tony went down first, turned around and called to the two people: "I am the only one who can go in here, and today is an exception. Therefore, I will not let the butler come in to help you. If you can't do it, please don't force it, Mr. Old Gunner Jack."

Jack gave him the finger.

This thing is as annoying as his father.

Three people walked down the stairs slowly. There was not a speck of dust in the spiral white space. The entire underground was silent and quiet. The three people walked down the white stairs made of unknown material, one step at a time.

Not long after, the downward spiral stopped. Instead, there was a small open space, and at that strange door - Tony began to verify it continuously.

Fingerprints, passwords, irises, and a variety of other verification methods were tried. It was not until Ruth yawned that the last door slowly opened.

In the vast underground space as bright as day, apart from some scattered machines whose locations were unclear, there were only two transparent glass display cases.

The display case on the left is very tall, with glass on all four sides and light strips, and the glass surface is spotless.

In the center, a cloak hangs.

A traveler's cloak.

It's just like the clothes worn by the adventurous protagonists in the bedtime stories everyone read as a child, but the difference is that this one looks very expensive and exquisite.

"This is my father's bet." Tony stood aside with his hands in his pockets, admiring the cape. "In order to design this dress, he invited some of the top designers of that era."

Jack approached, holding Rose's hand.

The base color of the cape is black.

It had a huge hood that covered the nose and even the mouth; the outer edge of the hood was embroidered with gold thread. Down below, the slender edge of the robe also had a dark pattern.

The golden thread passes through the black background like a glimmer of light in the dark night.

The coat lay still on the hanger, but began to sway in the windless underground, and from the dark shadow of the hood, bursts of familiar, crisp laughter seemed to come out.

Jack is hallucinating.

He seemed to see Mori Yuesha trying it on with a smile, and after being dissatisfied with the cumbersome and troublesome design style, she winked at herself playfully.

"It fits me perfectly..."

The young billionaire agrees.

In order to make clothes that fit him well, Howard asked thirty or forty young girls to serve as samples. Only when the figure was closer to the person in his father's memory could he start work.

"The biggest project is not the design. That's nothing." Tony pointed at the coat and the display case next to it with dissatisfaction: "Adamantium alloy is all used in it."

"There are hundreds of pieces of adamantium embedded in the jacket. When the entire back is swung, it can cut through any material known on Earth." He gestured seriously, "No attack can penetrate it."

Behind the drooping tail of the cloak, pieces of silver metal tips are exposed. When put on, they can be spread around the drooping tail to prevent the wearer from hurting himself.

"It even survived missile strikes."

Tony chattered on and on about the power of adamantium in detail to the two old men - he also quoted them the current market price. The businessman's sensitivity seemed to make the man want to get some promises from the two old men.

Unfortunately, the old man remained indifferent.

"That's right." Although Jack didn't understand what alloy was, he was very satisfied with Howard's efforts to give Mori Yuesha the best.

"right?"

Tony shook his head. "This metal cannot be replicated. It was created by chance. I think it should be used somewhere else instead of hanging here, waiting for someone to die."

Ruth realized that her husband was about to explode again, so she grabbed Tony's hand and walked to the second display case.

Chapter 42 Leaving after Leaving

The second display case, smaller than the previous one, contained a weapon hanging inside.

Is this a rapier?

Under the light, the cold and slender blade glowed brightly.

It has double-edged blades with sharp tips, a rose-shaped guard, and a black cloth wrapped around the handle.

"Rapier, the swift sword. My father called it the Black Rose."

Tony spread his arms exaggeratedly and measured the proportions of the sword vertically.

"It's a very standard rapier. The blade is made entirely of adamantium. It's as easy to slash, thrust, and cut steel plates as it is to cut butter."

He knew all the data about the sword by heart. Over the years, he had wanted to take out these two treasures and use them in more practical places many times.

The hundreds of pieces of adamantium alone were enough to make him envious.

But in the end, Tony still struggled and followed his father's words, burying them deep underground forever.

Waiting for the person who will never show up.

A rapier and a traveling cloak.

Maybe it was a waste, as that was my father's last wish.

'She didn't keep her promise. She said we'd see each other again. Liar.'

Tony was too young to understand the strong emotions in his father's words. He often went to the port to watch the ships with black smoke leaving his sight, just like he was thinking about his old friends.

As time goes by, the old-fashioned ships gradually change. Until gentlemen no longer carry canes and everyone has a mobile phone; until high-tech private yachts begin to appear in ports; until those viruses that were once judged to have a 100% mortality rate are no longer a major concern for humans.

He was holding a cigar, smoke was all around him, and there was an emotion in his eyes that Tony couldn't understand.

'Can you catch a seabird?'

Once, his father brought him to the port. In the silence, he suddenly pointed at the white light passing by in the low sky and asked young Tony this question.

'Catch seabirds?'

"Yes, come on, like this." Howard held Tony's little palm up and flat in front of him: "Just like this, let them come to your palm by themselves, okay?"

Of course it's impossible.

There was no food for young Tony to feed the birds.

"She can do it." Speaking of Mori Yuesha, Howard's eyes lit up: "Can you stand on the straight mast and go up more than ten meters?"

Scenes from the past flowed through Tony's mind.

Mori Yuesa, what a magical girl.

…………

Leaving Tony Stark's house, Jack and Rose boarded a cruise ship.

The big ship is heading to their final stop.

"Decades have passed and we have fallen behind the times."

In the suite, Jack was painting outside the window with a paintbrush in his hand. Ruth was leaning against the window, quietly accompanying him.

"What are you talking about? We no longer belong to this era."

"You said, is it still there?"

Jack paused, "It shouldn't be there. The old house has been demolished over the years. But maybe we can find one you like."

His white hair was plastered to his head, and he looked at Ruth with tenderness in his eyes: "How should we design our last residence?"

"You still have the energy to think about these things." Rose rolled her eyes at Jack coquettishly, and her dry fingers subconsciously touched her neck, where a necklace was hanging.

At the end, there was a huge blue diamond, its fire was cold and soft, and it was extremely dazzling.

Jack looked over and said, "Its mission has also come to an end. What are you going to do with it?"

This Heart of the Ocean has been treasured by Ruth for decades.

……

As the cruise ship was heading back to its destination, two figures appeared quietly on the gloomy Atlantic Ocean. They walked slowly, supporting each other as they crossed the deck.

The surging sea water rolled mercilessly, and the location here was not accurate, but the two old men estimated again and again, and could not figure out the exact location of that year.

"Just here."

In fact, it's the same everywhere.

Jack helped Rose to the railing and looked down. The speeding ship split the waves, and the only sound in the dark night was the crashing of the waves.

They stared at the sea in a daze, and their thoughts went back to the year they met.

The poor boy is dressed in a suit and tie, cynical but passionate and sincere; the noble lady is world-weary and resigned to her fate, but brave and decisive.

They were brought together by fate and sparks flew.

In the Titanic's luxurious banquet hall, they danced under the bright lights; in the third-class cabin, they drank cheap beer, hugged and kissed; on the deck, they talked about their feelings in the breeze; and in the warm room, the girl lay down and the boy left a charcoal sketch...

Time passed through the crossed feet of the two people and returned to the old man's turbid eyes.

Beside him, Jack looked on worriedly.

Although decades have passed, his love for herself is still the same as that of the weird-looking blond boy who held a cigar in his mouth but didn't light it.