Chapter 2237: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty)

Schiller looked away from Lex. ɱ

But Lex felt the air in the room suddenly feel heavy.

This was a very bad sign. Lex suddenly realized what he had just done. He tried to put on a hurt posture for Schiller's rejection, hoping that Schiller would feel guilty and be shaken by it.

God, what the hell is he doing? Trying to psychologically influence a psychology expert?

Then he suddenly woke up. This was probably not a stupid decision made by eating too much salmon, causing parasites to invade his brain, so he looked at Schiller in surprise.

"I'm thinking about a question, Mr. Luther." Schiller didn't look at him, but stared at the plate in front of him and said: "This is also the question I have been thinking about after you made a request to me, why 'The Godfather'? "

"My father was a devout Catholic..."

"You want me to atone for my actions in killing him?"

Lex's hair stood on end instantly.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment. In short, if he didn't finish the second half of the sentence, or Schiller didn't want to hear him finish, the main course of the next meal would not be salmon.

"I mean, when he was still alive, I heard him say that I couldn't have a godfather, otherwise someone would notice my abnormality, and he killed two priests for this."

The air loosened up a bit.

When Lex's shoulders dropped, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

No, he was not a professor. After Lex regained his senses a little, he realized that the situation had completely changed. He was now standing between the two rows of teeth of the lion. He still had the strength to hold on because the lion was not hungry yet.

But he couldn't ignore the elephant in the room.

"Professor, please believe that I never meant this. I don't have any feelings for my father, and I don't even have much memory. The fragments that occasionally flashed through were very blurry because of his overdose on me."

"My memory almost begins when I see you." Lex paused. The huge pressure forced him to hand over more cards. He didn't have many cards left.

"In the moment I woke up, I anchored myself - my life was divided into two paragraphs. When I was born, I was baptized by my biological father and became Alexander Luther, and when you appeared , I receive a new revelation of wisdom and clarity and become who I am.”

"You see the religious implications in it?"

"Yes, new education and new ideas will lead a life to become a new person. The person who brought me all this will be destined to have a more complicated relationship with me than blood. My worship of him must have theology. nature."

"This is a very interesting idea," Schiller commented: "As a saved person, you magnify the divinity of the benefactor who saved you."

"I praise his nobility."

"You only praise your good fortune."

Lex suddenly looked up at Schiller.

"Actually, you don't respect anyone. The basis of all your opinions is yourself." Schiller gently tucked his handkerchief and said, "You only regard me as a miracle of your favor."

"I'm not religious."

"You don't believe in God either." Schiller said slowly: "You think you are God, so when you want to move, everything will pave the way for you."

"If that's the case, I don't need anything to prove it." Lex immediately found the loophole.

"You are not trying to prove yourself, you just want to give me a favor." Schiller picked up a piece of fish very slowly and said: "You want me to connect with you and accept me."

"Even if I am temporarily above you, guiding you, and protecting you, I will be like the guide Jesus met when he came to the world. One day, I will watch you rise high and gain from my achievements. Fukuzawa.”

"You need me to watch and record the whole process, and record every divine passage."

"Birth, suffering, breaking free, walking, receiving, ascension... In the script you wrote, I am the first and the last, I am the father and the son, the beginning and the end, birth and death."

"What you want is not just to become a god, but to become the most perfect god with complete rituals, in compliance with the laws of the world, and recognized by everyone."

Lex stood up and Schiller looked up at him.

After being stared at by those desolate gray eyes, much of his anger was dissipated, and Lex sat down powerlessly again.

"You can read minds."

"Bruce said the same." Schiller picked up the cutlery and slowly played with the food on the plate, his posture so leisurely that it made people gnash their teeth.

But this successfully blocked Lex's words. He really didn't want to hold the same view as Bruce Wayne, but this time he had to admit that Wayne was right.

No one, no matter a normal person or a madman, can think about how Tile knew these things. There is no basis for this, and the chance of such an accurate guess is completely zero. This should not happen at all.

Even if Schiller could read minds, he shouldn't be able to read them so accurately and in detail. Luther was convinced that all his plans were stored in memory fragments in categories, and it would take him several days to find them all. time.

Then in this man's mouth, the huge plan turned into the shortest, most concise and most accurate summary. He himself may not be able to summarize it so accurately. Lex even wanted to say thank you. "So..." Schiller opened his mouth and spat out a syllable.

Lex took a deep breath and straightened the collar of his shirt. He sat up as straight as possible, and then waited for another rejection, and then expulsion, or...

Lex knew very well how serious a provocation this assumption was to Schiller's dignity. If he could still walk out of here alive today, then there would be a storm waiting for him.

This was not even a move away from chess. Lex thought that even if he was given another ten years, he would not be able to guess how Schiller guessed his idea out of thin air. This was a qualitative difference.

If you didn't see it at the beginning, and blindly acted and provoked, you could only bear the consequences, there was no other choice.

Schiller seemed to have no interest in food. He left the table, and Lex didn't look back.

After a while, he felt Schiller appear behind him. The alarm bells in his brain rang loudly, and every cell in his body was clamoring to escape, but he was stiff and unable to move.

A hand passed over his side, and when his heart rate reached its peak, the empty goblet was placed in front of Lex.

Schiller stood beside Lex's chair, turning the cork of the red wine bottle. He looked down at Lex and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Luther, you just made some obscure hints or some restrained assumptions before."

The red wine flowed into the glass. Lex saw that the hand holding the bottle was very steady. The way of exerting force was not like a scholar holding a pen all day. It was full of indescribable power, which made people have many violent associations.

Lex's body was tightly pressed against the back of the chair. He instinctively wanted to stay away from the hand. He didn't have any special empathy, but his superb intelligence told him that it could be a limb or a weapon.

"Yes." Lex decided to answer the question: "Out of courtesy, I don't want anyone to be embarrassed by this."

"So if you formally ask me, what would you ask?"

A complete death question, Lex's breathing became a little faster. After he and Schiller knew the metaphor behind this request, if he asked it again, it would be like dancing on Schiller's dignity minefield.

But if he didn't ask, he couldn't drag the topic into an irrelevant direction. This trick only works when the other party is patient. If he is impatient, it will only make the sashimi he has become cut thinner.

"I won't be so rude, professor. No matter how I ask, it will sound like a request rather than a request."

"I'm prepared."

Lex closed his eyes.

He felt the wine glass was handed to him, and he had to take it. When he took it, he opened his eyes and saw Schiller pouring wine into another glass.

Lex decided that it was better to suffer a short pain than a long pain, but he still chose his words very carefully and decided to focus the phrase on Schiller to avoid adding more bad impressions of self-centeredness.

"Professor Rodriguez, can I have the honor of asking you to be my godfather?"

After asking, he was relieved and quickly packed up and left. Lex had had enough. He warned himself that he must not be curious about how Schiller guessed his idea, otherwise he would be the next Bruce Wayne.

He was not interested in this, and did not consider it. He just thought Schiller had the ability to read minds. He would walk around here in the future and leave quickly.

Then he felt the glass in his hand was gently touched, and he looked up and saw Schiller's smile.

"My pleasure, dear godchild."

Lex was hit hard.

He was completely stunned.

But it was not the kind of surprise that fell from the sky. If you have to say it, he was a bit like a pie falling from the sky, with excessive weightlessness and dizziness after almost breaking into pieces after landing.

What did he just do?

He asked Schiller if he was willing to be his godfather.

God, what is he doing? !

This is a trap that even a three-year-old child would not fall for. You have to repeat the first five words of the question of who you like most, dad or mom, and then you can get a satisfactory answer. What is the difference between this and lying to a child?

Lex didn't know why he could still be fooled in his 20s.

But wait, Schiller agreed.

Why did he agree?

Lex couldn't help but glance at Schiller's plate. He would rather suspect that Schiller had eaten too much salmon and had parasites in his brain than think that he was really happy to play this role.

"You must be wondering why I agreed."

Schiller walked back to his seat with a glass of wine, but did not sit down. He just stood beside the tableware and put the knife and fork in place with his hands, and said with his head down.

"But excluding all impossible answers, what you think is the truth - I admire your design, this artistic sense full of theological metaphors, you will achieve your plan sooner or later, because you have enough talent."

"Lex, this idea is beautiful, thank you for your invitation, it is my honor to play an important role in it."