Soothing music began to play, and everyone's body and mind relaxed without realizing it, as though clear, warm spring water were flowing over them.
Walking through the magnificent hall, which resembled a crystal palace, Rorschach even had a moment where he thought he had returned to the twenty-first century rather than remained in the sixties.
To be frank, the luxury of this villa exceeded Rorschach's expectations.
Aside from the somewhat dated overall designs in certain areas due to the limitations of the era, this was actually the most high-end place Rorschach had ever visited across both his lives.
Looking around, he saw distinguished figures from all walks of life moving through the hall in suits and leather shoes, their hair impeccably combed and their dress shoes polished to a gleam. They looked every bit as glamorous as could be.
They walked with confident, elegant steps, polite yet false smiles hanging on their faces as they drifted through every corner of the hall.
"First time in a place like this?"
Seeing Rorschach looking around, Howard Stark could not help asking from beside him.
Rorschach nodded. There was nothing to hide about something like this.
"How does it feel?"
Howard Stark stared at Rorschach with great interest as he pressed the question.
"How does it feel... Such a nice place would be wasted if Hulk didn't smash it up," Rorschach said solemnly after giving it some thought.
Hulk?
What the hell was that?
Howard Stark looked utterly baffled. Had he really gotten so old that he could no longer understand the popular jokes of young people?
"Howard!"
"Stark!"
"Mr. Stark!"
Just as he was about to ask Rorschach what Hulk was, quite a few people nearby came over to greet Howard Stark.
Every one of them was extremely respectful.
Even in a