Surviving on a Deserted Island

"Shouldn't we try to save him?" Bruce felt at a loss.

"There's nothing left to do. His time has come." The butler shook his head. "He lived for more than two hundred years. It's time for him to rest. Go do what you must, Bruce."

"Protect the Holy Grail with your life and your faith."

Bruce walked downstairs looking thoroughly confused, and the butler saw him out.

"What's going on with you?" Roland waved a hand in front of Bruce's eyes. "What did the Earl tell you? You look completely out of it."

"...The Earl died."

"Did you do it?"

"No. He was talking to me, then suddenly died of old age." Bruce's mouth twitched. "Let's head back tomorrow. Why don't you guys look around this afternoon? You could buy some English specialties to take home."

"Sure." Roland nodded. "I'm planning to buy some English leather goods. Wallets, belts, shoes, key chains, things like that. They're pretty famous here."

"You really came prepared." Bruce leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest. What had happened today left him puzzled. How exactly had his ancestors become involved with the Holy Grail?

And why entrust such an important mission to Bruce Wayne? No matter how he thought about it, it seemed inexplicable.

Everyone knew Bruce was a womanizing playboy, a spoiled rich kid. Countless people and factions must have coveted something like the Holy Grail. Did Dewitt Lin really trust him that much?

Or did Dewitt Lin know about his hidden side?

Bruce pondered this as he tapped the wooden box with his fingers.

The next day, the group prepared to fly back to Gotham.

For safety's sake, Bruce chose to take a private jet.

"I've got to say, England really doesn't have much good food." Roland smacked