Chapter 1476: Birds and Return (Twenty-One)

The early spring in southwestern France is still somewhat damp and chilly. The newly sprouted tender grass buds on the large grassland on the left bank of the Dordogne River are bent by the dew.

The expensive suit fabric will condense with water droplets in less than half an hour in such air. Schiller rarely put on his suit jacket as soon as he got up, but wore a white shirt and dark brown vest, and did not wear a tie, to prevent the expensive formal suit from being wet and not so straight before the banquet.

This is a holiday villa located between a private winery and a vineyard. It was temporarily lent to Schiller by a wine collector who had met Schiller at a banquet in Montreal.

Although Schiller felt that he could also live in a mansion in the city, it would be unreasonable to meet his old friends in France and Italy without bringing some gifts. The nearby winery happened to be able to buy red wine as a gift.

The original Schiller had many friends in Europe due to the era he lived in and the nature of his work, distributed in various industries. In addition to exchanges in the academic circle, he maintained good relations with the aristocrats, wealthy families and other upper-class people in the old world.

In their view, Schiller was absent from socializing in the past few years because he was immersed in academic research in Gotham. The papers related to criminal psychology he published in recent years also proved this point. Therefore, his status in the academic circle did not decline, but on the contrary, it was improved, or his image changed.

The original Schiller's social route tended to be popular. He maintained a good relationship with everyone he knew. People thought he was calm and reliable and worth making friends with.

Then this calm and reliable scholar who was powerless plunged into the cesspool and swam butterfly for five years and came out without any trouble, which greatly changed Schiller's friends' views of him.

But this also made it convenient for Schiller. After all, if he accidentally showed an aggressiveness that he had never shown before, it could also be explained that Gotham's tempering changed him.

The original Schiller had a very high quality circle of friends. After traveling around the United States, Schiller became more and more certain that his choice to socialize was correct. Most of the people he met had common topics with him. In addition to academics, they were relatively compatible in terms of personal hobbies and lifestyles.

This actually made Schiller feel a little confused. He didn't think he was very similar to the original Schiller, nor did he think that their friendship orientation would tend to be consistent, but his remaining friends did fully meet Schiller's social needs.

Schiller walked down the stairs to the first floor, walking towards the kitchen island while rolling up the cuffs of his shirt.

He might have to live here for a while, so he checked the utensils in the kitchen in advance and found that all kinds of kitchen utensils were complete, so he went to the nearest farm supermarket to buy some and filled the refrigerator.

All Schillers can cook, which is an important criterion for self-care ability. When he was on vacation on the island with Hal and Oliver, Schiller cooked with local ingredients, and returning to the civilized kitchen, cooking became easier.

The ingredients in the farm supermarket are very fresh, but there are not many varieties. Most of them are root vegetables that are easier to preserve. Fortunately, there are freshly slaughtered beef and mutton, bacon and goat cheese. There is still a bottle of red wine left in the cabinet that Schiller opened but did not finish.

So he decided to make a red wine ox knee, a baked potato wedge, a cheese bacon macaroni and alkaline bread. Due to the lack of vegetables, Schiller decided to squeeze vegetable juice instead of drinking coffee.

Schiller quickly prepared the dishes, but the dishes on the preparation plate were far more than the amount for one person. He had visitors this morning, so he made an extra portion.

Wrap the kneaded dough into the shape of a German knot, take out the freshly baked potato wedges, wipe the baking tray, and then put the baking tray of the bread into the oven. Schiller, who was about to finish cooking, stood in the middle of the kitchen and thought for a while, and finally decided to make a cup of coffee.

There is no sophisticated coffee equipment here, and there is no housekeeper on call, so Schiller decided to use a coffee pot. Just when he opened the cupboard to look for coffee beans, the doorbell rang.

Schiller dried his hands with a towel, walked to the door and opened it. Bruce Wayne was standing outside.

"Come in." Schiller opened the door a little wider.

Bruce walked in and smelled the aroma of toast. Schiller poured the freshly baked potato wedges into a plate and placed it on the central island.

"Fortunately, I didn't expect you to bring red wine." Schiller said as he took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet above and placed the glass in front of Bruce, saying, "Even though there are three wineries within ten miles of this place."

"My bank card is frozen." Bruce took a potato wedge and put it in his mouth and said, "I checked the background of the Federal Reserve and found that the federal government's financial situation was in a precarious situation just to deal with Thomas, so there was no loan."

Schiller poured Bruce a glass of red wine, turned around to grate the cheese, and asked with his back to Bruce without looking back, "How are the birds?"

"They are fine."

"Did you try to make them better?"

"Of course, but I'm not in a hurry to talk about this part."

Bruce picked up another potato wedge and put it in his mouth, took a sip of the red wine that Schiller had just poured, and then asked, "How was your trip?"

"Not bad, now about half of the New World and one-third of the Old World are happy to hear the news of your excellent graduation."

"My honor."

Schiller put the shredded cheese on the plate on top of the pasta. Bruce stretched his head to the side, saw Schiller's action and said, "I don't want cheese for my portion."

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"Tell us about the Robins," Schiller continued.

"There's nothing to say." Bruce recalled briefly while holding the wine glass, and then said: "After you told me the news that they were coming in the tower, I slightly modified my image."

"In what way should I modify it?"

"As different as possible from Batman." Bruce picked the potato wedges on the plate with a fork, and continued: "Create a sense of contrast so that they find that they cannot deal with the society of this universe in the same way as Batman, so They will want to know what method is appropriate.”

"You want to lure them out on a night tour to investigate?"

"No, I need to lift their psychological defenses in a short time, so a more dangerous environment may be needed."

"Alternating stimulation?"

"Yes, I know that if I show that I really want them to sleep, they will doubt my purpose, so when I leave Wayne Manor in the middle of the night, the most impatient one among them will follow directly I."

"I thought it would be Jason who came, but I didn't expect that the biological son of Batman from the universe has a completely opposite temperament to him. But it doesn't matter. They will eventually track Batman to the East District anyway."

"What's the first big scare you give them? Positive feedback or negative feedback?"

Bruce covered his mouth with his hands and said in a somewhat coquettish way: "I have considered positive feedback. I know Dick likes this. If I show him the good living environment of the children in the East End, then he should be able to communicate with him." It resonates with me.”

"But your plan to lure them out to investigate is to exclude Nightwing. In any case, he is also the most stable of all Robins, and he is the least likely to track you in a hurry."

"Yes, because I later thought that as long as he can understand my career, he can understand me. There is no rush, but the other two may need some impact."

"clown?"

Bruce nodded and said: "There is no elephant in the room, but if I put one in, no one can ignore it. This is to strengthen their sense of strangeness in the social environment and weaken their sense of security."

"So what do you do next to solidify that excitement?"

"New Arkham Asylum." Bruce picked up a potato wedge with a fork, but did not eat it. He just turned it over and continued: "I know that Harley has a habit of defaulting on homework, so I deliberately removed the pancreas. She put the body slices together for the day, and a few days ago, she moved the place where she did her homework to the only way upstairs on the grounds that her original classroom needed repairs.”

"Two idiots who don't understand the rules of Arkham's operation will definitely cause a lot of trouble." Schiller shook his head, took the bread out of the oven, processed it, and put it in again for baking. .

"That's right, they provoked a dozen serial killers along the way, and as expected, they were dragged in by Harley when they passed by her door."

"But what Hallie is doing shouldn't be impactful enough, right? As long as you have a little medical education background, you can adapt quickly." Schiller started to handle the vegetables and said.

"Yes." Bruce nodded again and continued: "But I learned in advance that Beelzebub's daughter will hold a wedding, and all his demon generals are vying to offer treasures."

"I broke the news in hell that there is a rare sinful heart in Gotham. It was dug out by Harley and Victor before. I took a look before."

"The devils want to buy it, but they can't find me, so they can only go to Constantine. It's not difficult to dig out the sinner's heart, but it's difficult to preserve it. Constantine must be able to think of a way for humans to preserve the sinner's heart besides magic. Otherwise, there is only dense ice. If he finds Victor, he can find Harley."

Schiller paused while putting vegetables into the juicer and asked, "Did Constantine summon the devil?"

"No, one of Constantine's magician friends summoned the demon."

"And when their negotiations reached a deadlock, you stood up?" Schiller looked back at Bruce and asked, he thought for a moment and then said: "Did you want to use the devil's attitude towards you to deter them?... No, maybe you want to show them how the new Arkham Asylum works?"

Bruce nodded.

"Brilliant." Schiller commented: "It's no wonder that I almost let the entire psychology community know about your outstanding graduation."

"I can show them the changes in Gotham's light, but now that they better understand Gotham's Dark Knight, they will have a better understanding and admiration for dark against darkness."

"But light is necessary." Schiller placed the meal and vegetable juice on the island, sat opposite Bruce, and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, so today I asked Rex to adjust the clearing time a little earlier, so that they will realize that my dark methods are effective and not just a lunatic's self-entertainment."

"They are used to admiring people who use dark means to achieve light goals, such as Batman, so they put me in a high position."

"Very good, only the last step remains."

"I pretended to be unwell and gave them important tasks, affirming them in a condescending manner, and at the same time bound them to an environment with guilt and responsibility so that they could not leave."

"Then what happened next..."

"The birds will encounter difficulties..." Bruce raised his eyebrows and said.

Schiller picked up the wine glass, and Bruce also raised his glass and touched it with him lightly. Schiller's voice echoed in the empty morning by the river.

"...and they can only rely on your guidance."