Chapter 4134: When the Pumpkins Ripen (Part 27)

Jason leaned over with great interest and lowered his voice: "What do you mean?"

"If it really was directed by Darkseid, their team's progress wouldn't be so smooth, and Darkseid should know that too. If he learns that there's something he wants even more here while he's watching Earth, would he take action to snatch it?"

"Not necessarily," Jason said, "It depends on how important this thing is to him. Otherwise, he might not risk exposing Earth's power just to get his hands on it."

"We know what's most important to him. Darkseid in every universe wants the Anti-Life Equation. If we tell him there's a chance to get the Anti-Life Equation here, he's highly likely to take action. If he takes action, it proves it's him. After all, not many people deeply understand the Anti-Life Equation, and it certainly wouldn't be Batman, right?"

Jason nodded: "That's a pretty good idea. But precisely because he knows so much about the Anti-Life Equation, it's very hard to trick him. How do we make him believe the Anti-Life Equation is really in our hands?"

"We don't need to trick him, because the Anti-Life Equation is in our hands." Tim glanced at Pride's umbrella by the door. Jason also glanced at that umbrella, and the two shouted in unison: "Professor—!!!"

"No way." Pride, who was cutting vegetables, didn't even lift his eyelids. "Don't mess with my umbrella."

"Oh, God, my dear Professor," Tim floated to the island counter like a ballet dancer and lay on it, saying, "We won't touch your umbrella, we just need the graffiti on your umbrella..."

"No." Pride refused very simply, and then he said, "If you two are too idle, go to the backyard and turn the soil."

Tim and Jason exchanged a look. Tim gave Jason a look, and the two went to the backyard together.

Just then, Pride's phone rang. He picked it up and said: "Good afternoon, Batman. What's wrong?... Right, he's a fairly reliable magician. I think this will be helpful for your research. Yes. Good, see you tonight."

"How did it go?" Greed asked.

Pride shook his head and said: "Nothing special was researched. Maybe it's because the time is too short, and there isn't enough professional equipment here. I don't know what Brainiac is planning."

"It will be researched eventually." Greed said.

Night came quickly. Guests arrived one after another. Dick and Raven also arrived very early. Pride walked out to greet them. Raven, however, frowned and looked around.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

Raven pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but stopped. Dick gently touched her arm and said: "Are you uncomfortable? It's okay, maybe you can go upstairs and rest for a while."

"No. I feel like there's a very special power nearby, but it's very weak, maybe it's my illusion," Raven said a bit uncertainly.

"Oh, that's not strange, Principal Sivana even came over today because of abnormal energy fluctuations," Pride said, "Maybe what you feel is the same fluctuation."

Raven breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Scared me to death, I thought today's main course was some special moose again."

When she said that, Dick was a bit worried. He looked at Pride and said: "Not really, Professor?"

"Rest assured, it's not." Pride said very helplessly.

Hearing his guarantee, both breathed a sigh of relief. As they walked to the backyard, Raven whispered: "I said this power is quite peaceful, there's no feeling of resentment or anger. I thought the Professor's method today was more humanitarian..."

Then came the Victor couple and Billy. Billy seemed to feel something too, but after all, he was a child and a bit heartless. Seeing someone turning the soil in the courtyard, he ran over screaming.

Bruce and Selina came together, bringing Aisha. Pride hugged Selina and said: "How do you feel now? Ma'am?"

"Much better." Selina let out a long breath, "After Aisha's grade went up, the quality of the parents also got better. I finally don't have to deal with that pile of annoying things."

Pride smiled at her. Bruce poked his head and looked at the back door, then asked: "Tim is here too? Is he done with his work?"

"I heard Drake Industries is fully automated, he should be able to be idle for a long time. Don't you consider suggesting he read for a degree or something?"

"I have such an idea. But even if he really reads, I guess he will choose to accompany Jason and read a university in Europe. If that's the case, Alfred will definitely choose to take care of them, and then ask me to send Dick and Aisha too. We might as well immigrate to Europe together."

"No!" Selina immediately expressed strong opposition. If she were really a cat, she should have turned on the spine dragon form by now. She shouted at Bruce, "Don't even think about letting me adapt to the cloudy days in England after getting rid of the cloudy days in Gotham!"

"I thought you would miss those days." Bruce hugged her and walked to the back door.

"Hell, who would miss cloudy days? I go to the garden to sunbathe every day now. If you want to go to England, go yourself, Aisha is with me."

"I didn't say I wanted to go..."

Then the main universe Batman also came. He talked about the research on the Mother Box and said: "Currently, nothing special can be seen, it's just a very special power fluctuation. Precisely because this power shields the internal structure, it is difficult to detect without damaging the box. Brainiac and I are looking for a solution."

"After all, it's origin power, it's not easy to deal with," Pride said, "Take your time. But I heard you made a scoring system for Brainiac?"

"Oh, yes. The biggest shortcoming of such an existence that rules the Earth is actually the lack of external supervision. If a prudent assessment cannot be made from the perspective of a third party, then once any problem occurs, the individuals shrouded within it may not be able to react quickly, and may even be unable to do so because of inertia, and deliberately indulge loopholes, or simply add fuel to the fire and accelerate the speed of corruption. Therefore, having an external perspective is very important. You are also a member of the multiverse, and I think I have this responsibility to help you."

Pride nodded and said: "This is indeed the best. After all, there is more than one universe ruled by individuals, and such universes all need supervision. And the one who can gain their common trust is probably just you."

"I am very happy to help them," the main universe Batman said, "Not just Brainiac, I will evaluate every ruler of the Earth. Once they have any problems, I will use the power of the multiverse to correct and solve them."

"Every existence that rules the Earth must have advantages that can be accepted by the public. This advantage may even completely cover up the shortcomings. I have always believed that humans are not lambs waiting to be slaughtered, not just anyone who comes can become the King of Earth. If the other party is really a complete scumbag, naturally someone will make him look good. And a stable political system must have its merits. I also don't think that the political system evolved in the universe I live in is necessarily better than theirs. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, and should learn from each other. And my so-called supervision is just because I am a third party not in it, and can bring a more sober and prudent point of view, rather than my ability or character being higher than them."

A round of applause came from the kitchen. When Greed was stewing vegetables, he didn't forget to free up his hands to applaud. Then he stirred the vegetables in the pot and said: "Batman, I advise you not to say these words in front of me often..."

"Why?"

"... If you don't want me to become a multiverse kidnapper," Greed added.

The main universe Batman laughed.

Then Pamela also came. She checked the two trees at the door before coming in and nodded: "There should be no problem."

"I apologize again for the chestnut tree losing control, Professor. I brought some Sri Lankan black tea."

"Please come in, ma'am."

People came one after another. Then the dishes started to be served. In fact, before they were served, they were already so fragrant that everyone roared, hammered the table, and shouted silently.

Greed and Pride worked together to make more than a dozen dishes. Some were relatively authentic Chinese food, such as boiled fish, stir-fried meat, white-cut chicken, etc. There were also some improved ones, such as Kung Pao Chicken with heavier sweet and sour taste, roast goose with plum sauce, fried lamb chops, lamb soup, etc.

"In the distant East, there is a tradition of eating lamb when it cools down," Greed said, "Easterners think lamb is a very nourishing meat, very suitable for eating in autumn. This lamb soup has been boiled for several hours. You put the seasonings yourself and taste how it is."

Everyone started to put vinegar, salt, MSG, pepper, etc. into the bowls. They indeed hadn't put seasonings by themselves before, so they were a bit flustered at first, some couldn't pour out salt, some put too much vinegar. But fortunately, they all got it done.

"Then, this." Greed took a basket, which contained some pasta that was not common in the West. He said, "This is a hanging oven sesame seed cake, used to match lamb soup. This is a steamed bun, this is a tendon cake..."

"My God, are you sure this was prepared in one day?" Jason couldn't help but exclaim, "Do you have eight hands?"

"Ha, the development of white-people food into today's appalling appearance has something to do with your laziness. We have nearly 12 hours of preparation time, how could we not make it?" Greed said with disdain.

Jason was speechless. Then Greed continued: "I know you haven't cooked much, but who let you study in England? If you study there for another year, your cooking level might be higher than mine."

"No... no way." Jason was really a bit uneasy.

Pride gave Greed a look, telling him not to scare the child. Who knew Greed continued: "Oh, how did I forget, you also grew up eating white-people food, then you should be able to adapt."

"Sounds more desperate," Jason said, "I grew up eating white-people food, and I actually need to adapt. How on earth did the British create those anti-human foods?"

"I should reconsider the idea of finding you as a companion," Tim curled his lips and said, "If I go, I will go to Italy and Spain, sunny, delicious food, and people are relatively friendly."

And Dick grinned and said: "Fortunately, I learned French in advance, I must go to France. There is also no shortage of French food."

"Oh, God, why did I think I couldn't open it and wanted to go to Oxford." Jason drank a large mouthful of soup, and the momentum of putting down the bowl was like drinking a large mouthful of wine. Then he had no wine to worry about, "Not only is the price expensive, the weather is not good, there is no delicious food, the teaching level is just like that, and people are particularly strange... help."

"I advised you," Bruce said, "It was you who said that Alfred's hometown wouldn't be bad. But why didn't you think about it, if it was really that good, why would he pass through the Soviet Union?"

Everyone laughed. Jason had a pale face. And Tim added the last knife: "When we suggested you read a one-year system, you resolutely read a three-year system out of your love for classical literature. If you read a one-year system, you would almost graduate by now."

Happy laughter came out on the table again, Jason picked up the soup bowl to block his face, like a sad albatross. ===== CHAPTER 4135 =====