Chapter 39: 38. The Last Night in Auckland (Part 2)

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Merlin is not the kind of person who does a good deed but does not want to return.
But he hasn't lost his bottom line yet, taking things from a teenage boy.
He wanted to refuse Eric's "remuneration", but the child didn't give him the time to refuse, and he ran out as soon as he slipped away, and Merlin could only follow him.
Eric grew up in this neighborhood from an early age. He knows the terrain well. He led Merlin through the alleys and came to a nearly abandoned parking lot. Eric stopped next to a semi-old black pickup truck, looked around cautiously, then reached out and swiped under the pickup truck, and took out a key.
He smiled back at Merlin, then opened the car door with the key and took out a black handbag from under the seat.
He sat on the seat, handed the black handbag to Merlin, and then looked at him hopefully.
"This was left before my father disappeared. He was very baby with these things. He put a lot of the same iron cans at home. But after the fire went out, I went back to the house to see them, and those cans disappeared."
Eric said to Merlin:
"Now the one in the car is left."
"I can't help you find your father and uncle, Eric."
Merlin did not look at the contents of the bag. He handed the bag back to the little boy Eric. He said:
"On the night of the explosion, I did hide on your floor, and I heard voices of strangers talking to your father. I heard them saying that they would take your father back to Wakanda... Is your hometown."
Merlin looked at the little boy in front of him and said:
"You should know where that place is? Right?"
"I know!"
Eric knew the news of his father, and his face with blood stasis suddenly showed a happy expression. His greatest fear was that his father was dead, but now from Merlin, he saw hope again.
He took the pocket from Merlin, and he said to Merlin:
"My father often tells me stories about Wakanda. I know that place is in Africa, but my father said that Wakanda on the map is just a disguise, and the unrecognized person cannot find the real Wakanda. ."
"Then you should be fine."
Merlin leaned against the car and chatted with this somewhat precocious boy. He said:
"Aren't you an authentic Wakanda? Do you need me to buy a ticket and take you home to find your father?"
"Uh, actually, I'm not a complete Wakanda."
Eric said to Merlin a little sadly:
"My father is from Wakanda, but my mother is not. My mother is from Auckland. She was involved in a street shootout a few years ago and ended up leaving me and my father. And my father never took me back to Wakanda Kanda, he always said that when I grow up, he will take me back. So I have not been there."
"Oh, is that so?"
Merlin sensed an unknown meaning from Eric's explanation.
He was a female warrior who had seen Wakanda himself, and to what extent could he be crazy for the king's orders.
This also means that Wakanda may be technologically advanced, but that place should still be ruled by an ancient feudal system.
As we all know, one of the characteristics of any stable feudal system is the advocacy of descent.
Although Eric’s father Njob is the prince of Wakanda, Eric’s mother is not from Wakanda. In the eyes of some pedigree fools, perhaps this means that the child’s lineage is not pure .
It is also very likely that Eric’s father never took him home...
Well, this child's situation is unexpectedly somewhat similar to Little Arthur. And the warriors of Wakanda could not have known that Nchob had a son, but they took Nchob, but did not take Eric, and the side also showed that Merlin’s guess was probably correct.
It seems that technology is amazing, and the mysterious country Wakanda, which can make precious gold weapons, is also a closed country.
But Merlin didn't break the point.
As a result, the child may not understand.
Secondly, this is not his business after all, it is the family affair of others, he should not arbitrarily intervene.
Merlin looked at the sky and he looked down at Eric sitting in the car and said:
"Take care of the'treasure' your father left you, maybe you should listen to your father's words, and wait for you to grow up, then go to find Wakanda. Oh, yes, those few people are really your father's Friends?"
"No!"
Eric said disgustedly:
"My father never made friends with the gangsters in this neighborhood. Those people just came to blackmail me. My father and uncle are missing. I can't find anyone else to help me."
"Um... do you have a place to live now?"
Merlin looked up and down at Eric, and the child should have not bathed for several days. Facing Merlin's inquiry, Eric reached out and patted the half-old car. He said:
"I have lived here these few days. My father left some money in the car, enough for me to eat."
"Have you no other relatives?"
Merlin frowned, and in response to his inquiry, Eric shook his head:
"My father is from Wakanda. He has no relatives here. My mother has a younger brother, but was imprisoned for robbery a few years ago. They sent me to an orphanage. I don't want to go."
Speaking of which, Eric looked up, and he said stubbornly:
"My father is not dead again, he just... just went home. I am not an orphan!"
After a few seconds, the little boy raised his head again, he looked at Merlin, there was a trace of anticipation in his eyes, he said to Merlin:
"Boss, why don't you let me follow you? It's definitely awesome that you can fight like this! The children in this neighborhood hope to find a good boss when they grow up, make more money, and enjoy life."
"What boss is not boss!"
Merlin didn't like the gang temperament that Eric occasionally showed up. It seemed that the child had been in this poorly-preserved neighborhood for a long time and had been affected by the bad thinking in other people's minds.
He frowned and said to Eric:
"Children should go to school! Then graduate to find a decent job and be a decent person. I am not a boss, I am... well, I am a government employee, understand? Public officials! A decent person. "
"But nobody here likes public officials."
Eric refuted:
"Those policemen will only bully ordinary people. I also saw them drinking with some local bosses."
"That's them, not me!"
Merlin held out his finger and tapped on Eric's head fiercely. He thought about it for a while and then said to Eric:
"You've saved my life, and I can't just throw you in this hell. So, pick up things, come with me, I will take you to New York, and then find a host family there for you. You Go to school there, and when you grow up, I’ll send you to find Wakanda and your father, how are you doing?"
"Don't hit me."
Eric hugged his head and escaped Merlin's finger tapping. He curled up on the chair and said to Merlin:
"What if my father comes back and can't find me? I don't want to leave here, even if it is old and dangerous, but it is always my home."
"Then leave messages to your familiar children. If your father comes back, he will naturally find you following these messages. Didn't you say that your father is smart?"
"Well, that's fine."
Eric thought for a few minutes, then nodded.
He jumped out of the car and handed the car key to Merlin. He said:
"Then go, I'll take you to find some of my best friends. Oh, yes, boss, hold this thing with you."
After Merlin sat in the pickup's driver's seat, Eric lifted the bag beside the seat again. He lay behind the driver's seat, just like displaying a toy, and took out the contents of the bag, telling Merlin :
"Look! It's beautiful, and it still glows in the dark."
"Ok?"
Merlin glanced back and saw Eric's feet with a weird metal jar.
The center of the jar is a cylinder made of glass, and in the tens of centimeters tall, there is something similar to liquid and semi-solidified body. In the dark night, there is a little fluorescent light, that blue The light looks beautiful.
"What is this thing?"
Merlin held out his hand and took the thing in his hand. I started quite heavy, about 2 kg.
He had never seen this kind of thing, only felt that it was full of high-tech feelings. He leaned on the driver's seat, extended the darkness perception, trying to get close to the weird jar in his hand, but strange things happened.
It was like something was blocking Merlin's observation. His perception could not penetrate the jar, as if he had encountered an obstacle.
Merlin's eyes narrowed sharply, and he guessed what it was.
That night, Merlin overheard the conversation between the Black Panther King of Wakanda and Nchob. The Black Panther said that their country was attacked. Some people robbed 0.25 tons of the original Zhenjin, and said that Nchob and those attacks The embarrassed...
Merlin had also sensed the Wakanda female warrior in armor. He knew that Zhenjin, an extremely hard metal, could resist dark perception.
In other words, the thing in his hand is probably one of the Zhenjin that Nchob and other people took from Wakanda.
The female mercenary Lingdie once told him that Zhenjin's price on the black market is high, and her powerful mercenary can secretly take away the female soldier Okna's Zhenjin weapon regardless of her skin. This has already explained this thing. precious.
Merlin felt as if he was holding a real vault in his hand.
"Put it away!"
Merlin handed Eric the liquid vibration gold, and he told:
"Don't tell other people that you have this..."
"It's precious, maybe in the future, after you grow up, you have to rely on it to return to Wakanda."
"If it is really so precious, then you will keep it for me, boss."
Eric smiled a little, and a child as old as he could not understand the value of Zhenjin, and the scenes and things that he saw in the block since he was a child taught him to rely on the strong, and Merlin was a strong in his eyes. .
Merlin glared at him and said:
"Don’t call me boss, call me Merlin. And, this is your thing. If you want to rely on it to return to your hometown, you should take care of it. The people who know this matter have left, and no one will pay attention to you. As long as you don’t talk casually, there’s no danger."
"Okay, Merlin."
Eric shrugged. He knew the news of his father and found a new backer. This made him happy. He leaned on the back seat, humming a song, and flipping out a game console under the seat. Ding Ding Ding Ding played.
"Wait here, I'll go buy something."
When passing a convenience store, Merlin stopped and said to Eric behind him. Then he opened the car door and walked into the convenience store. He bought something. When he checked out, he said to the boss:
"I'll use the phone, shall I?"
"Then give me 2 more dollars!"
The boss is an old lady wearing glasses and has a fierce temper.
Merlin paid the money, walked aside, and picked up the phone. He glanced outward, disseminated the darkness, and dialed a number.
After a few rings, the phone is connected and a gentle voice rings in the microphone:
"Hello, this is Wayne Manor. I am Alfred, the housekeeper of the Wayne family..."
"Hello, Afu."
Merlin said softly:
"Thank you for your help, let me survive."
The voice over the microphone stopped, and after a few seconds, old Afu's voice rang again:
"You are Merlin, right? I am glad to hear that you are still safe. If you are really a friend of the young master, this is what I should do. So, Merlin, can you tell me now, where is the young master? Many people are worried about him."
"Sorry, I can't."
Merlin says:
"I promised Bruce that he could not reveal his whereabouts. But I can tell you that he is safe now, and he is in a new place, planning to start his own adventure...he will go back to Gotham, he told me , When he finds what he wants, he will return to his hometown. So, Afu, wait patiently."
"Alas, Master is always so stubborn."
Old Afu over the microphone sighed. The steward said in a sad voice:
"Since he was 9 years old, his master and his wife died of serious illness, he has been..."
"Come on, Afu."
Merlin laughed, he said:
"Don't test me, Bruce told me when he was a kid. It was 8 years old. In the crime lane, his parents were killed by a robber named Zili... The repertoire that day was "Zorro" And, when things happened, you were in a parking lot not far from them, but failed to save this tragedy."
"Well, it seems that you are indeed a friend of the young master, if he is not a true friend, he will not tell you these things."
Old Afu was really relieved, he said to Merlin in a pleasant tone:
"In short, thanks for the news, I can finally get a good night's sleep."
"Also, if you need it, you can make this call, and by the way, give me an address, I will send you a few things in the past. Don’t always use the public phone on the street...it’s easy to find out, I don’t want to think about the day I saw bad news from the Wayne family in the news."
Merlin smiled and said:
"I have a few days to settle down, and I will contact you at that time. In addition, thank you again, Afu."
"If you really want to thank me, tell me where did the young master go."
Old Afu complained:
"He should stay at home, and like other young people, find those chicks to spend time and enjoy, and best to leave the blood of the Wayne family. Instead of being frozen and hungry somewhere in the world, maybe they will still encounter To danger."
"Relax, Afu, Bruce is strong."
Merlin looked at the night outside the window and he said softly:
"He is very powerful, much stronger than you think...and, doom, is far away from him."
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