Chapter 74: Am I Still A Normal Person?
The letter was very formal.
The content was also extremely polite and gentlemanly.
It’s just that the signature of the letter’s sender at the end was a bit stimulating. Of course, for Ian, gaining recognition from the prototype character is inevitably an acknowledgment and confirmation of his astonishing talent.
Others have landmine girlfriends.
He has landmine fans.
Both are a happy beauty to pass away. If tomorrow Ian can really withdraw ten million US Dollars with the check in hand, he will force himself to believe that he just encountered a fan with the same name and surname.
Everything is fine.
No need for Batman to step in.
“I said I’m not someone who likes to tattle.” For the sake of the rare person who finally appreciates his work, Ian decided to carefully store this letter in his backpack.
When he has time to travel to Gotham later, this will be his best passport in Gotham. Seeing Ian’s face full of joy, Jordan couldn’t help but curiously lean in closer.
Ian blocked the letter in his hand.
He knew who the real tattletale king in this family was. Guarding against his second brother, Ian opened his backpack and put the tip from the enthusiastic fan along with the letter inside.
“I bet it’s a letter from the girl you like!” Jordan craned his neck to catch some details, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the bloodstained Minotaur Demon head in Ian’s backpack.
“Whoa, this figurine is so realistic. It moves? Electric version?” Jordan first let out a sound of admiration, also thinking that the demon head in Ian’s backpack was just a toy figurine.
However.
Seeing that Ian didn’t respond, he suddenly spoke up again, his face full of thoughtful, slightly shocked expression, “Ian, where did you buy this thing?”
The only response to Jordan was the sound of Ian zipping up.
“Don’t call me Ian, call me ‘rich bastard younger brother’! That fits America’s traditional virtues.” Ian looked at his good-for-nothing poor older brother.
He always nailed the immersion perfectly.
“What the hell?”
Jordan looked baffled, completely unaware that in this home, a rich person had quietly infiltrated. Ian was already starting to calculate how much tax he would have to pay on this haul.
“I know you’re richer than me and Jonathan, but… wait, how did you suddenly grow so much taller?” Jordan, having been nested on the sofa all along, only now realized it belatedly.
He stood up from the sofa in utter shock, discovering that Ian was almost as tall as him— this wasn’t because Ian had gained physical quality enhancement.
“I knew it felt like I forgot something! Damn special drink!” Hearing this, Ian was slightly stunned, then hurriedly took off the long boots he was wearing.
“!!!!!!” Under Jordan’s shocked gaze, Ian then took off the sky-high red high heels that had been wrapped in the long boots on his feet.
Ian always falling while wall climbing before wasn’t because his sense of balance was bad; no one would believe that the 1.7-meter Batman did it, but he couldn’t just break his own legs to forcibly make himself taller by a dozen centimeters.
“My eyes!”
Jordan’s expression was as if struck by lightning, his mouth opening and closing, finally squeezing out: “What are you doing!? Oh my god, should I be glad you at least didn’t wear stockings?”
His words just fell.
He then stared blankly as Ian pulled three pairs of stockings from his pocket and threw them into the trash can.
“There’s a reason for this, but I don’t dare explain it to you right now.”
Ian, now back in slippers, felt extremely comfortable. He didn’t mind Jordan’s twisted expression; the world always misunderstood superheroes in this form.
Especially the family’s lack of understanding is an old tradition in America culture.
“If Dad and Mom come back, just say I’ve already died outside, and tell me anything tomorrow.” Ian went upstairs to his room; he still had serious business.
In the living room, only Jordan was left standing in place, staring in the direction of Ian’s disappeared back for a long time, then slowly withdrawing his gaze to look at the trash can containing the stockings and high heels.
“Jonathan is like that, Ian is like this… I… do I still have a chance to be a normal person?” Jordan’s expression was sorrowful, the living room echoing with his low murmur.
Doubting life.
Fearing the future.
The most common mindset of puberty was now vividly displayed on this second brother of Ian’s.
……
Back to the bedroom.
Ian closed the door.
After thinking for a moment, he moved the wardrobe in front of the door to block it— this bet wasn’t on whether his old father could break in, but on believing in Clark’s fine virtue of thriftiness.
“I really am a clever ostrich.”
After taking safety measures, Ian came to his desk. He placed the thermos on the desk; looking into the bottle mouth, he could see Mr. White squatting inside with his head buried.
Special people should collect such special real figurines.
Mr. White might be the real ostrich.
“Mr. White, rest assured. For my compounds one, two, three, seven-eight-nine-ten, I definitely won’t hand you over to the Grim Reapers again.”
Ian tried to comfort Mr. White.
But Mr. White’s soul body trembled even more violently. It must be moved; no one in this world would really think a fourteen-year-old child is scarier than the Grim Reaper and the fate of going to Hell.
“Let me see my trash can.”
Ian once again pulled the Minotaur Demon’s head from his backpack; the Joker’s makeup on it hadn’t been removed yet, but the Minotaur Demon’s mood now seemed much more stable.
“No screaming, or I’ll pee in your mouth.” Ian wasn’t very good at threats; he was still learning. Unexpectedly, after he removed the rag, the Minotaur really didn’t curse anymore.
“You’re Superman Clark’s son?” The Minotaur Demon asked in a hoarse, low voice, clearly having discovered some things when Ian had hung it on his butt earlier.
In Hell.
Superman’s great name is also very renowned.
“Clark is my father.”
Ian chose another way to answer.
The Minotaur Demon was silent for a moment.
“You want to learn magic?”
It still remembered the communication between Ian and Raven Rachel.
“To be precise, I want to learn Demon God summoning.” Ian wanted to summon a Demon God and then sacrifice it; with the development of the times, an assembly line for the mystical side should also emerge.
“I can teach you.”
The Minotaur Demon didn’t seem surprised by this and responded gruffly.
“Demon’s bewitchment? That’s it?”
Ian suspected the other party wanted to trick him.
Hell creature’s words.
Not a single punctuation mark can be trusted.
“I can really teach you. I’m not very powerful, but I inherit my ancestors’ bloodline and have rich magic knowledge.” The Minotaur Demon’s attitude seemed very sincere.
But Ian remained unmoved.
This guy’s attitude change was so drastic; there must be something fishy. As for what it was, Ian didn’t want to think about it, mainly because he was afraid of not figuring it out and tarnishing his own wisdom.
