Lazarus Pit

"That's impossible. Stop joking around." Ubu shook his head in refusal. The Lazarus Pit was on the Arabian Peninsula. How could they possibly run a water pipe all the way here?

"Then how about this? I'll settle for less. Just bring me a bathtub full of water from the Lazarus Pit," Roland said.

Chinese people always liked compromise. For example, if you said a room was too dark and needed a window, everyone would object. But if you proposed tearing off the roof, they would come around and agree to a window—Lu Xun. Once you made an outrageous demand, the other party became more likely to agree to a less outrageous one.

"Well..." Ubu thought for a moment. "Perhaps you should wake my master first. Only he can make that decision."

"Sure." Roland shook the unconscious Ra's al Ghul awake and explained his terms. "What do you think?"

"Agreed," Ra's al Ghul said after a pause. "Ubu, go fetch water from the Lazarus Pit right now. Bring it to Father Roland as quickly as possible."

He agreed readily. Ra's al Ghul had once studied alchemy in China and had researched the Lazarus Pit extensively.

Although its water could grant immortality and heal any injury, no matter how severe, it gradually corrupted the user with demonic power, drastically changing their temperament.

That was why he had agreed outright. He couldn't wait for Roland to use more of it. Perhaps they would eventually see eye to eye. Then they could destroy humanity and purify the earth together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Yes, Master." Seeing that Ra's al Ghul had agreed, Ubu left with the League of Assassins to arrange the delivery of the Lazarus Pit's water.

"You'd better behave yourself. I, Roland, am a man of my word. Once the water arrives,