[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Elrond stayed in Kansas for a long time.

During this period, he had a comprehensive understanding of Clark's abilities-extreme speed, great strength, five senses that surpassed sentries, and an invulnerable steel body... If it wasn't for his undefended mind, the elf would think he saw it. The "gods" of this world, not aliens.

But Elrond knew that Clark was not a god, and even if he had psychic powers or magic, Clark was just Clark Kent, a big sunny boy born in a small town in Kansas.

Will be happy or sad for a small thing, will smile for a flower and a ray of sunshine.

Jonathan was right in one line - humanity is not ready for this.

Elrond looked up at the young man floating in mid-air, with his back to the rising sun, shining brilliantly.

—Maybe humans will never be "ready".

——Perhaps this child is doomed to be lonely.

Elrond's premonition didn't tell him anything, but the elves who had gone through the world knew that the sense of loneliness would never disappear from Clark's heart, just like the elf lords still miss Middle-earth today, just like many people who were born in Middle-earth The elves still miss Valinor as much.

This is his home, and it will never be his home.

"Godfather, I have received the admission letter!" Clark couldn't help laughing and said to Elrond.

Elrond closed the book in his hands, and smiled back at his godson.

"Congratulations, Clark."

The future Superman landed slowly, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"... I heard from my mother that you are leaving, right?"

Elrond nodded.

"Just continue the previous trip."

He speculated that the fragments of the connection should be attached to powerful objects, so he went around to find some clues.

And Thranduil will come to this world at some point, and he can get news from the Elf King as soon as possible by walking around a lot.

Clark looked down at the toes of his shoes.

"Can you take me with you?"

Elrond looked at the Alien Son with some surprise, and then the half-elf smiled faintly.

"If Martha agrees, Clark."

In the end, of course there was no problem. The only requirement of the Kents was "remember to report to school".

Elrond and Clark set out on a journey.

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Their first stop is Metropolis, where Clark will study at university and where the future Superman will live. Of course, the current aliens and elves don't know the latter.

Clark watched as Elrond skillfully disguised the elf's pointed ears, and the people around him turned a blind eye to the not-so-skillful disguise in his opinion.

"A little surprised?" At this moment, Elrond has completely lost the feeling that he is not human at a glance from the aloof appearance on the Kansas farm—he is like countless ordinary people coming and going around him, and he will not even let others His eyes stayed on him for a second.

"Human cognition is very interesting, Clark. When his first impression defines you as an insignificant ordinary person, he will automatically ignore some details of you. Unless you show too much flaws, otherwise the inherent impression It is difficult to change. Because they have automatically ruled out the possibility of being less 'common sense' in their minds."

——Humans are not the only ones like this, even elves can be deceived by impressions...

An invisible sigh escaped from the lips of the elf lord.

Clark watched his elf godfather freely blending in the crowd, even his super-high-speed brain couldn't help but get stuck for a moment.

Then his eyes sparkled—

"This is so much fun." Clark said happily like a child, "Can I try it too?"

The half-elf nodded in agreement.

I don't know if this is fate, but the dress Clark chose is a loyal and honest man with thick-rimmed glasses.

"You did well." Elrond gently smoothed the folds of Clark's clothes, "So Clark, is there any place you want to go?"

"Shall I decide?" The young boy blinked, "I want to see the world in your eyes."

——As an elf in another world, what kind of content did his godfather see in this world?

——If he can see the same thing, can he become an alien living in this world harmoniously like the godfather?

The half-elf didn't seem to expect Clark to say such a thing, and nodded after a brief surprise: "That's a pretty tall order, but I think we can do it."

They went to the Charity House first, then the hospital, the animal shelter... After going around, Elrond asked Clark what he saw.

"I think that although they have had hardships in their lives, they also have joys. They are doing well now." Clark paused, "It's like I was adopted by my parents."

Elrond nodded.

The kid's heart is filled with the sunshine of a Kansas farm, which can warm people from the bottom of their hearts, but it's not enough.There are always shadows under the sun, and Clark doesn't grow up with strange eyes and prejudices like Steve, so the half-elf wonders if his heart is strong enough.

"Where I'm going to take you later, no matter what you see or hear, don't do it yourself." The elf lord warned Clark seriously.

The godfather's never-before-serious tone made Clark a little nervous.

"I promise."

Elrond patted Clark on the shoulder lightly.

He took him to Gotham.

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It was no accident that Elrond came to Gotham. This city has a unique atmosphere. Compared with the bright and bright metropolis, Gotham is like a mirror image under the water. Not surprisingly.

Be it urban legends or evil spirits and ghosts, there seem to be some mysterious people and things in this city according to a strange order - Elrond, who is looking for all kinds of extraordinary powers in this world, cannot avoid this place.

When he first came here, he discovered the exclusiveness of the residents here.

Gotham's affairs are resolved by Gotham itself. Outsiders have no qualifications or rights to intervene in Gotham's affairs. Even if it's just out of kindness, these proud residents will not thank you.

If he hadn't met the Waynes, the elf, who is extremely sensitive to thoughts and emotions, might not be able to stay in Gotham for a long time.

But Elrond had known of the couple's death many years before.

"Godfather, there's someone over there—" surrounded.

Clark's words were interrupted by a gesture from the half-elf.

"You want to help him?"

Clark nodded.

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I can go in and stop them from beating him..."

"They won't stop easily, and that person won't even thank you, he doesn't need your help."

"I don't need his thanks. Is there any need for help?"

Clark frowned. He didn't understand the saying of elves. In his heart, Elrond should be a kind elf who would help the weak unconditionally.

—Although he was wrong.

Although the elf lord is famous in Middle-earth for his gentleness and kindness, as the lord of Imlatri, he is not a random helper without a bottom line.

He guides the dwarves on a journey to the Lonely Mountain, but he will not send troops to help the dwarves go to the Lonely Mountain; he adopts Aragorn, guides his path, but does not force him to choose the path of being king.

From the beginning to the end, it is the people who are being helped who make the choice.

Only the path you choose can come to an end without regrets. Although Elrond is gentler and easier to get close to than some ancient elves of the same age, he still has the indifference and detachment of the firstborn of Iluvatar in his bones.

But Clark didn't understand this yet.

He still can't understand - some people may be willing to depend on others to live, but some people need to respect their wishes.The balance between the two requires life experience and a little intuition.

"You go." The half-elf smiled and watched Clark go away, but he stood where he was, showing no intention of taking any action.

——The man surrounded is no ordinary man.

Suddenly the white lion appeared at his master's feet, and only the half-elf could see him.

—I feel it, Alpha, but Clark needs to learn this lesson.He needs to know the difference between offering a helping hand when necessary and interfering in another person's choices.

He once helped a child, but the ability of the guide quickly told him that the other party just wanted to find a "fool" from outside to gain some benefits by defrauding sympathy. He once helped a young man, but the other party was both a victim and a victim The perpetrator, he once helped an old man, but the other party already had a death wish.

The inhabitants of Gotham seem to have more distinct personalities than those elsewhere.The children bred in this special land can be as fierce as fire, so bad as to rot their souls, or so tough and tenacious that even the elves who have lived for 6000 years can impress with admiration.

The only thing they have in common is probably only one thing - they decide their own affairs without the need for others to intervene.

In fact, Elrond doesn't hate this characteristic of Gotham, which reminds him of the War of the Ring, when the Hobbit finally threw the Supreme Ring into the Doomsday Volcano.

Without relying on the elves who are about to cross to the west, the races that have taken root in Middle-earth have their own independence and strength.

Clark soon came back dejected.

He wasn't hurt, not even his clothes were cut, but his wallet was stolen.

By the one he was going to help, obviously.

Otherwise he wouldn't be so depressed.

"I think you disturbed his business, Clark." Elrond's ears moved, and the elf's hearing made him realize that a large number of people were approaching.

Then a figure appeared from nowhere, grabbed the elf lord and Clark and started running.

"Come on! You foreign fools!"