In Long Island Estate's Entrance Hall, the warm light blocked the cold wind outside.
Four little green guys were standing at the junction of the entrance hall carrying heavy canvas packages.
Raphael's green eyes, always full of fighting spirit, were full of panic and confusion at this moment.
He looked down at the soft carpet under his feet, which was obviously valuable, and then at the black mud and dazzling blood stains on the soles of his and his brothers' feet, and stopped abruptly.
"Don't be afraid of getting dirty."
Lynn took a few clean thick towels from the shoe cabinet and handed them to Leonardo who was walking in the front with a gentle voice.
"If the carpet is dirty, just give it to someone to wash it tomorrow. If someone freezes, there's no place to change it."
Leonardo took the towel, his eyes turned red, and tears slid down his green cheeks again.
Lynn did not do much to stop these children from venting their emotions. He looked past the four little guys and landed on the heavy object tightly wrapped in canvas.
Even through the thick canvas, Lynn could guess what it was.
"This father is a great hero."
Lynn turned his head and looked at Benjamin, who was full of evil spirits, and Black Noir, who was silent, and ordered softly,
"Heroes should not spend the night in a canvas bag. Benjamin, go to Backyard and dig a clean sunny spot under the oldest oak tree. Black Noir, go to Basement to free up the mahogany caisson that was originally used to hold oil paintings."
"Got it."
Benjamin didn't have any of his usual cursing and scolding temper at this moment. He nodded solemnly, turned around and walked towards Backyard.
Black Noir also nodded and strode towards Basement.
After arranging all this, Lynn turned his attention to the old Wizards Joseph who had been huddled by the door, his lips turning purple from the cold and his whole body shaking.
Lynn casually took a thick woolen coat that he usually wore from the coat rack and put it on the old man's soaked shoulders:
"As for this old gentleman, if you don't mind, warm yourself up with a cup of hot tea."
Joseph was flattered and hugged the soapy coat tightly.
He was about to say thank you, but before the words came out of his throat, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly looked fixedly at the solid wood staircase on the second floor. His whole body seemed to have been drugged with Full Body-Bind Curse, and he froze in place, and even his breathing stopped.
On the jogging platform on the second floor, stood a blond boy wearing gray pajamas.
The boy did not take the stairs, but his toes were slightly off the ground, and he quietly fell from the air.
There is no extra emotion in his Azure eyes, as clean as a mirror.
But just the condescending gaze that glanced over him filled the entire spacious Entrance Hall with a terrifying and numbing sense of oppression.
Joseph felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
That face!
Even in the file of the Magic Security Department, it is marked with a bright red code name of the highest danger level.
Homelander!
In the outside world, this man is an invincible god who can single-handedly destroy a modern army, and is the embodiment of absolute violence!
But now, this monster was wearing pajamas and landed in front of him like an ordinary boy who had just woken up.
Benjamin's bragging in the sewer is all true!
The four Little Turtles also felt the unabashed strong aura of John.
They instinctively tensed their muscles, and Raphael even subconsciously reached for the empty scabbard behind them.
John landed on his feet, ignored old Wizards's expression of about to wet his pants, and walked straight in front of the four Little Turtles.
He first glanced at the canvas package, and a subtle recognition flashed in his eyes.
He understands that dying in battle to protect important people is an act worthy of respect.
Then, John raised his head, glanced at Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello, and spoke calmly.
"Listen, no matter which sewer you lived in before, or how many boxes of pizza you can eat, since Lynn let you enter this door, this is your home from now on."
John put his hands in his sweater pockets and raised his chin slightly.
"But I have to explain the rules in this house to you first."
"As long as we are under this roof, every night when Lynn tells stories by the fireplace, the first soft cushion on his right hand side will always be mine. No one is allowed to take it away. Apart from that position, you can choose whatever you want from the remaining guest rooms on the second floor and the juice in the refrigerator."
This is the domineering and gentleness that belongs to Little John.
He didn't need to use Heat Vision or fists to establish authority, he was just using his own way to recognize their qualifications as family members.
After that, John didn't even wait for Little Turtles's reply. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the blood-stained canvas bag, turned around and walked in the direction of Backyard.
"I'm going to help Benjamin dig the hole. That old guy has rough hands and feet. Don't dig up the root system of the oak tree."
Looking at John's retreating back, Joseph opened his mouth, and the worldview in his mind was undergoing a violent earthquake.
Homelander, whom Wizarding World regarded as the number one enemy, actually... went to Backyard to dig a hole and bury a mouse?
"Okay, don't be in a daze."
Lynn patted Leonardo on the shoulder, breaking the silence in the Entrance Hall,
"There are four separate bathrooms on the first floor. I have turned on the hot water to the maximum. Shampoo and shower gel are on the shelf. After taking a shower, I put on a new bathrobe on the shelf and then come to the restaurant. No matter how sad it is, filling my stomach is the most important thing."
The four little guys nodded silently, with tears and runny noses, and walked obediently towards the bathroom.
At this moment, a small head popped out from the corner of the corridor on the first floor.
It's Kevin.
The little boy actually never fell asleep.
He had prepared dried shrimps with great joy, hoping to welcome the four big turtle brothers who could swim in the water.
But he hid in the corner and saw the blood stains, the canvas package, and the four Little Turtles eyes that were red from crying.
Kevin did not run out cheering as usual.
He walked quietly to Michelangelo, took out a handful of colorful fruit candies from his pajamas pocket, and stuffed them into Michelangelo's big hand.
"Eat something sweet and it won't hurt so much."
Kevin raised his head, his voice was soft and extremely conscientious,
"Charlie has left half of tomorrow's rations for you. If you are sad, I will take you to Lawn to bask in the sun tomorrow. Buddy can also be lent to you to touch."
Michelangelo looked at the few fruit candies Winky that glowed under the light in his hand, and then looked at Kevin's crystal clear eyes. This strong young man, who had not even flinched even when faced with more than a dozen machetes in the sewer, suddenly covered his face, squatted on the ground and burst into tears.
Not because of fear, but because in this strange house, he felt a long-lost warmth and tolerance that almost broke his defenses.
Half an hour later, in the restaurant.
The table was covered with freshly heated bread rolls that smelled of rich butter, and hot tomato soup served in large deep-bottomed porcelain bowls.
Four Little Turtles, who were cleanly washed and wearing large bathrobes, were sitting at the dining table.
Raphael was wiping her tears while fiercely stuffing the roll into her mouth, as if she wanted to swallow all the grief and hatred towards Bigfoot Gang with this mouthful of rice.
Michelangelo took a mouthful of soup, sobbed a little, and tears fell into the bowl.
Lynn didn't say those false words of comfort, he just stood aside quietly, adding hot soup to their empty bowls from time to time.
Old Wizards Joseph was sitting in the corner of the dining table, holding a cup of steaming black coffee in both hands.
He looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the restaurant into the dark backyard of the manor.
There, Black Noir, known as the "Perfect Killing Weapon", "Super Veteran of World War II" Benjamin, and "God on Earth" Homelander John, are working together to place a mahogany box firmly in the soil under the ancient oak tree.
Joseph turned his head and looked at Lynn, who was gently wiping Michelangelo's tears with a tissue, with complicated eyes.
It turns out that in this fucked up world, there is such a paradise.