Breakfast was brought to the round dining table next to the bed. The thin gauze curtain was blown by the breeze through the gap in the window, causing the hot steam from the breakfast on the table to sway.
Schiller and Bruce sat at the table and ate. Schiller lowered his head and rolled up the pasta with a fork, wiped off the excess sauce with the tip of his knife, put it in his mouth and said, "After breakfast, I'm going to a banquet."
, you can wander around the surrounding wineries, and no one will not welcome Bruce Wayne."
"What banquet are you going to?" Bruce picked up a piece of German bread and cut it into small pieces with a knife.
"A somewhat special banquet, but it is still to celebrate someone's birthday." Schiller raised his eyes and glanced at Bruce's eyes, then sighed and said: "I don't think you will like that kind of occasion, and you can't do it like this."
The image appears."
"You said, no one doesn't welcome Bruce Wayne."
"I mean ordinary people." Schiller paused while cutting the food, and then said after thinking for a moment: "They are not ordinary, not even normal. I don't think anyone needs to deal with them."
"What could be more extraordinary than a group of serial killers?" Bruce asked. He rolled up some pasta, let the sauce drizzle on the bread, and then put them into his mouth together.
Schiller tapped his fingertips lightly on the fork and said hesitantly: "I'm just not sure if you can step into this world... Well, I think you have changed enough.
In this case, it’s not a risk, but like I said, you can’t go like this.”
"Then what should I dress up like?"
"No, I mean you should need some special items. I will take you shopping after breakfast."
About an hour later, Schiller came down the stairs wearing a three-piece suit and holding a cane. Bruce glanced at him and commented: "If I just look at your dress, I would think I have returned to the Victorian era."
"That's right, go change clothes."
Bruce stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff arms, and walked upstairs. On the bed in the guest room was his formal suit, which he should have left at Rodriguez Manor.
Bruce knew that Schiller had special storage methods, so he didn't wonder how he brought the clothes. He quickly changed his clothes and walked down, and found Schiller standing by the wall of the living room on the phone.
"Yes, that's right, it's the address I gave you last time, but I want to take one of my students there temporarily. The destination remains the same. I'll pay you double the fare... Okay, we'll wait
See you soon."
Bruce thought he had booked a special car, so he opened the door, walked to the porch and looked to the side of the intersection.
As a result, a shadow passed over his head, and two loud horse calls echoed in the sky. Bruce looked up and saw a carriage from the Victorian era speeding past the roof and hitting the ground as it approached.
It turned around and landed smoothly in front of the door.
Schiller had already walked out of the door, carrying a leather suitcase in one hand and a cane in the other. After locking the door, he raised his chin at Bruce and said, "Get in the car."
Bruce sat in the carriage and watched the carriage soar into the sky. He shook his head and said, "You didn't tell me it was so unusual."
Schiller lowered his head to check the lock on the box. Before Bruce could ask more questions, the carriage jolted violently, and the scenery outside the window instantly turned into a thin stream of light. Bruce didn't feel a strong push on his back, but he knew that the carriage was moving with a force.
A magical way to move forward at full speed.
After a few seconds, the stream of light stopped, and Bruce found that the shadow of the city appeared at his feet. The bright morning light outlined the shadow of Big Ben, the morning fog rose from the Thames River, and the bells of Westminster Abbey had just dispersed - London
arrive.
The carriage landed in an alley in the East End of London without attracting anyone's attention. Schiller took Bruce out of the carriage and found a red telephone booth at the corner of the street.
"I have to take you to buy some things first to prepare for the banquet in the evening, have lunch there, and then go to another place to buy gifts. In the afternoon, I will visit old friends in London and arrive at the banquet venue before dark."
Schiller briefly explained the next process. Bruce had a lot of questions to ask, but Schiller had already walked into the phone booth.
Schiller stood in front of the phone, but did not close the door. He turned sideways to show Bruce the process of pressing the buttons, and said: 653822, dial the number twice, don't press the wrong one, otherwise you don't know where you will be dumped."
After saying that, he dialed the number at an extremely fast speed. The floor of the phone booth suddenly shook twice, and the opened door slammed shut. A whirlwind blew along the road, and just as Bruce stretched out his arm to block the incoming
When the leaves fell, Schiller's figure disappeared into the phone booth.
Bruce's eyes widened slightly. He pressed the doorknob with his hand hesitantly, opened the door and stood in. He quickly dialed a series of numbers twice in Schiller's way.
In an instant, the street scene began to blur, and endless streams of light passed by his ears. It might be a second, but it was as long as a year. Bruce felt the floor beneath his feet shake slightly. When he opened the door again, what appeared in front of him was
A somewhat dimly lit space.
Bruce stepped out and found that he was in a bar. The phone booth behind him became more retro, with some vines and dead grass hanging on it.
The bar didn't look lively in the early morning, and the dim candlelight made it even more drowsy. The edges of the dark brown tables and chairs were carved with naturalistic decorative patterns, and there were various hangings on the pillars and the wall near the door.
specimens of feather blades and skeletal ornaments.
The most impressive thing was the vivid paintings hanging on the wall near the bar. The colors were bright and bright, and a little too vivid. Bruce felt that the scenes and people in the paintings were moving and it was not his imagination.
.
Near the left wall is a large staircase leading to the second floor. Under the stairs is a beautiful wall clock. The left wall is lined with bookshelves, and there are many books and sundries stacked on the ground.
The bar was not completely empty. There were a few waiters who looked like they were sitting at a round table covered with green table mats playing cards, and two customers who looked like they were drunk were sleeping on the table.
Bruce saw Schiller's figure in front of the bar. He was talking to a man wearing a blue tights, a red cape, and a big sword at his waist.
It seemed that this strangely dressed man was the owner of the bar. Schiller put his suitcase on the table and took a martini from the bartender's hand.
Bruce calmly walked to a table not far from the bar and sat down. He heard Schiller calling the man who seemed to be the bar owner Jim.
"I can't believe you actually got it!" The man named Jim looked at the contents of Schiller's suitcase, his eyes lit up. He stared at the box intently in amazement, and commented: "This is too much.
That's rare, it seems like you have gained a lot in these few years in Gotham."
Schiller shook his head and said: "This was made by a student of a friend of mine. He is particularly talented in this area.
Jim nodded and sighed: "I admire you people who are engaged in education the most, especially you, who are still engaged in education in Gotham. I heard that you have begun to achieve results recently."
"I haven't been here for a few years, so this is my welcome gift when I return."
"Oh, God, that's not okay." Jim immediately refused: "I can't accept your things for nothing."
"Instead of this, you might as well see if it meets your requirements. I think the effect is pretty good, but you can try it out."
"You can tell it's good stuff just by the color." Jim stretched out his hand and touched the items in the box and said, "Look at the green leaf veins, strong rhizomes, and neat folds. I bet it must be a healthy little guy."
Bruce, who was eavesdropping, had a bad feeling.
Schiller pressed the button under the box, and suddenly, a sound of ice cubes breaking came from the bar, and with a "crack" sound, a green, extremely healthy and lively, fantasy and fantasy star jumped out of the box.
The mysterious color - cabbage.
The two longest leaves of the cabbage were swinging back and forth, as if they were looking for someone to practice with. As soon as Jim got close to him, the cabbage uppercutted him and hit him on the wine rack behind the counter.
"Bang!" "Ouch!"
Schiller stretched out his hand to hold down the cabbage, and Jim rubbed his chin. Not only was he not angry, but he said happily: "That's good. Now the Forgotten Bar is safer."
"You know, it's not that I'm too picky, it's just that most of the people here who are drunk and crazy are very special. People with infinite strength always get blood everywhere when they cut with bodyguards, and black magicians can use their spirits
Magic enchants animals. To prevent this from affecting my business, I can only turn to plants for help."
"But I can't hire a magician to control a certain plant here 24 hours a day as a bodyguard, but if I have this little guy, I can give those bastards who go crazy with alcohol a hard punch, hahahaha
Ha ha!"
Jim laughed, and Schiller pushed the box towards him and said: "Put it back in the box when not in use. Press this button and it will freeze. If you encounter trouble, just open the box."
, and you can release it by pressing the button again.”
"But remember, it needs to bask in the sun on time, and you'd better stay away from it when it fights, because you can't expect a cabbage to tell the difference between friend and foe..."
Jim closed the box with great satisfaction, and then said to Schiller with gratitude: "Doctor, forgive me for not even calling you in the past few years. To be honest, we didn't expect you to live in Gotham for a long time."
"You can tell me that many people thought I was dead."
Jim showed an embarrassed smile and said with some emotion: "It's not their fault, after all, Gotham's reputation..."
"Oh, right." Schiller seemed to have just remembered, his eyes swept across the bar, and then stopped on Bruce. He waved to Bruce and introduced to Jim: "This is my student.
Bruce, he just graduated with honors."
"Bruce, this is Jim Luke, the Night Master. He is a descendant of the Night Master family, the greatest hero in the history of Maia. He is also the owner of the Forgotten Bookstore and the Forgotten Bar."
"Doctor, you don't know, right? The Forgotten Bookstore is now Constantine's property. He bought it with twenty bottles of Soul Dust, so I can now concentrate on running the bar."
Seeing Bruce's questioning look at him, Schiller did not explain, but leaned against the bar, took a sip of wine, and said.
"Welcome to the wizarding world, Bruce."
This chapter has been completed!