Chapter 10: The Real Culprit? Public Opinion Suddenly Erupts, the Truth...
Chapter Ten
"Revered spirit of all things, Mother Goddess above, please allow me to restore the original form of this polluted air, and in my capacity as a great druid, to its former glory."
Green light slowly emanated from her body until it was swallowed up by the surrounding air. All the struggles and pains she saw seemed like pathetic illusions in her confusion. Damian only noticed that the air monitoring equipment, which was always on, had been updated in real time. The air quality was now almost the same as in the forest, with oxygen levels soaring. The subtle smell of gunpowder had completely disappeared.
At this moment, the green light around Enid disappeared, and she returned to her previous appearance, pursing her lips: "I guess, perhaps you think my spell is too long?"
“If I were an enemy, I would never give you a chance to speak.” Damian said this with great confidence and as if he had a lot of ideas in mind. It seemed that he had already planned out many ways to fight back. However, Enid took off her mask and winked at him.
"Actually, I could just say it silently, but don't you think it's cool to say it out loud? Besides, I'm facing my family, not my enemies."
Damian didn't speak, only glanced at her. Enid's eyes crinkled with a smile, and he could easily sense the sincerity in her gaze. It had only been two nights, and although the bed was soft, the breakfast was delicious, and lunch and dinner were good... well, admit it, she didn't dislike it here at all, so she already considered them family? There was another thing Enid was reluctant to admit, but her very important Chinese friend had once commented that she was a very trusting and easily deceived person because she always relied on her intuition.
Enid has an exceptional ability called intuition; she can easily sense a person's goodwill or malice towards her, regardless of the behavior, as long as it is directed at her.
As it turns out, she is indeed easily fooled, a fact Bruce has certainly documented, and not just him… well, actually, her ability has been roughly tested, thanks to the great contributions of Mr. Tim and Mr. Dick. Bruce's opinion is that she needs training.
This is his child. Although he has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father before, he does not believe that he should completely hand over some of the burdens on his daughter to his children. In fact, he intends to get involved. Of course, he is also prepared to train his daughter well. She doesn't seem qualified enough, does she? Of course, this is in terms of combat and other aspects.
Great, now Enid and Damian are preparing to head back. The reason is simple: when they passed a bank, a bank robbery occurred. Damian had Enid hide in the shadows and, disguised as Robin, captured the robbers. Next up are the other attractions, including the bomb in the downtown area, which Damian also took care of.
"I think this is a hint from the Mother Goddess; perhaps I shouldn't go out today?"
"what ever."
So they went back like that. On the way, she seemed to remember something and turned to Damian: "I heard that in the human world, you need a license to learn how to drive this car, right? Can I drive a broom directly? When I was studying at the magic academy, I got a broom driving license... The minimum age requirement for driving a broom is 10 years old. Maybe you can give it a try? It's very simple."
“Very good, I think that’s a good idea.” Damian was a little eager to try it out, but Bruce on the other end of the communication line—well, it was the vehicle communication line—took a look over here, “But I disagree, Damian.”
"Why, Father?"
"Is it because you're worried Damian will fall? Actually, the brooms at the magic academy are different from the ones in Harry Potter. Of course I've seen those. Maybe I can tell you about them when we get back. They're not actually called brooms, but that's what the students call them."
It wasn't just Damian who was curious; everyone else who overheard the conversation was also very curious about the "magic broom." However... they originally thought they would see the boys eager to try it out when they returned. By the way, Jason was also very curious about it, but his plan was to "rob" the Batcave when he had time.
But that didn't happen, because something exploded—yes, that's right, public opinion exploded.
"At 10:32 a.m. today, a powerful toxic gas was released at Wayne Mall, Gotham City’s most famous shopping mall. So far, hundreds of people have died and thousands have been seriously injured. Almost no one in the shopping mall has survived the gas attack. According to insiders, the gas attack seems to have been caused by an employee of Wayne Enterprises. So, can we speculate whether this incident is related to the Wayne Enterprises?"
The video ends here. The toxic gas, which Enid quickly purified, did not cause any injury or death. This should be the fastest resolution ever, but the truth seems to have been covered up.
Tim stared sharply at the computer screen and began to send out information widely about the incident, but the person ultimately linked to it turned out to be just some insignificant nobody... It seemed he had to start by investigating which "kidnappers" he was dealing with.
"Do you need my help? I can get them to tell the truth. It's the quickest way, isn't it, Father?"
"Okay, I agree."
Tim cast his vote in favor. Bruce Wayne, who was still hesitating, was originally going to refuse, but after a moment he nodded in agreement. Next to him, Dick, who had returned at some point, took out a blue domino mask from his hand and handed it to her.
"Concealing your identity is very important. Perhaps we could try this?"
"Can't I just use magic? I can make them unable to see my face."
Enid took the mask but hesitated. She was actually quite confident in her magic, but before Dick could speak, Bruce Wayne objected, "No, we can't rely on magic. Magic might fail one day." Very well, that was Batman's disapproving look.
Enid puffed out her cheeks, frowning, and then silently put on the mask. It was Nightwing's spare mask; he had a whole bunch of these, of course, there were also a bunch at Wayne Manor. Hmm, maybe this was just some people's little scheme. Anyway, everyone present understood. Dick winked at Tim's somewhat teasing gaze, completely unconcerned.
Enid, now wearing the mask, seemed to remember something and quickly changed her clothes. A flash of green light appeared, and her mask turned gold. Her clothes became a white dress with an ancient Greek style, along with a gold waist chain, a cutout waist, and gold high heels.
Tim: Looks like your plan isn't working, Dick.
Dick: At least it's something I conjured up using the mask I used, isn't it?
Upon receiving Tim's teasing message, Dick replied nonchalantly, winking at Enid and flashing a handsome smile, "Very beautiful, doesn't look like it was prepared at the last minute?" Enid still couldn't remain composed around Dick; she pursed her lips and lowered her head.
"Yes, this was prepared by my mother... By the way, my mother's favorite hero is Wonder Woman, so the Truth Spell was something my mother studied and researched for a long time, and I studied it for a long time too... If possible, could I meet her? I hope she would allow me to use this magic."
"I bet she won't mind, right?"
Dick looked at Bruce, who didn't say anything but silently sent a message to Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman, who received Bruce's message, clicked on it out of curiosity. After learning the whole story, she replied to him happily: "Very interesting magic. I don't mind her using it like that, but unfortunately I have a mission right now. Maybe I can come and see her after the mission is over."
"she does not mind."
Bruce's words struck a chord with Enid. Her eyes lit up and her voice became much lighter: "That's great! This is my mother's lifelong dream. I hope she can meet Wonder Woman next time. Oh, and get an autograph and a photo. My friend said that you can get an autograph and a photo when you meet your idol. I can burn it for my mother then."
"burn?"
"Yes! My friend said that it's okay to burn it for deceased family members, so that maybe they can receive it."
Actually, it was only after she talked to Dick about her friend last time, and after he said she wouldn't be angry, that Enid cautiously sent the letter. Although she scolded her in the letter, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she told her very clearly that they were friends and would be friends for life.
“Actually, I should thank you, Dick. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to write to her…” Enid looked at Dick, a little embarrassed, then quickly changed the subject: “Well, finding those guys is more important right now. We need to find the mastermind behind this, don’t we?!”
“Indeed,” Tim, having watched the spectacle to his heart’s content, began to point out the directions. Those people had been locked up in secret places, and they were being taken to their respective locations by Batmobiles or other means of transportation. Those locked up in the houses probably never expected to receive such a grand welcome.
Of course, it was out of curiosity about the effects of the magic that everyone came to watch the spectacle. But whether it was because the magic was too effective or because there were too many of them and they were startled, they actually said everything without holding back a single word.
“This doesn’t seem to contain any key information… Hmm, maybe I can try extracting some images, but it’s random.” Enid was a little annoyed. She felt like she hadn’t played a significant role as she had imagined. Of course, the others didn’t blame her; instead, they comforted her.
“Don’t worry, there’s no need to rush. We have other ways.” The troublemaker patted her shoulder reassuringly, and Enid smiled at her.
This time we were lucky...they saw it.
I see it, a snow-capped mountain.
A note from the author:
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Meibao's code name isn't Priestess; it's a temporary code name. She's actually a Druid. Let me reiterate: all the prayers and such are fabricated by me. Druidism is a heavily modified version of traditional Druidic religion. I hope this doesn't cause any harm to believers; I apologize in advance! Secondly, I have great respect for Druidism! Absolutely great respect!
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