Chapter 1001 Battle for the Tower (Thirty-three)

"The capital you have has brought you a class gap with the people you pity, and brought greater power to them than them. You want to use these powers to take responsibility and create a happy life for them."

"But in fact, the people's happy life is neither created by capitalists nor needs to be created by capitalists."

"Capitalists create nothing, they just exploit and constantly suck blood in the process of people creating a happy life."

"You think you have such great power, but you have not abused it, but do your best to benefit the people, but in fact, the power you gain is based on your exploitation of the people."

"That's why there are no kind-hearted capitalists in this world. The wealth they use to exude kind-hearted are drawn from the blood vessels of the proletariat, including you, Batman."

"The huge wealth, high-tech equipment you have, and all the investment you use to save the people actually comes from the people."

Schiller walked across from Batman, and when his gray and blue eyes met, he was like a wave hitting the high wall of a dam.

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "I told you that you should invest all your wealth to save all mankind and help them achieve ultimate happiness."

“You made this difficult decision and therefore feel very great and dedicated.”

"But in fact, you are not great, and this is not dedication. The things you give are what the people deserve."

"Just now, you led the demons to seize the mines and overthrew the rule of General Corrupt Heart, and you became the new master of the mine, so you have greater power, but this should not belong to you, but to every demon who has worked and shed blood in the process."

Schiller tilted his head, stared at Batman's eyes and said, "Your eyes are telling me that you are not convinced."

"You are thinking that if you don't have you, they will never awaken. You are thinking that you are also fighting bloody on the battlefield, and even achieved more results than them."

"Indeed, you act as a guide, so you should naturally have your reward, but this reward is really too much. Do you have to occupy the fruits of everyone else's labor?"

Schiller leaned closer a little, and he looked at Batman's blue eyes and said:

"I think your mind should be filled with all kinds of negative emotions for my conclusion."

"So, answer me, Batman, does this negative emotion come from your greed for capital or your arrogance towards the people?"

"Let me go!" Batman growled, his lips raised very rarely, revealing his teeth, like a beast in self-defense. He repeated: "Let me go! Joker! Otherwise you will be dead!"

Schiller took two steps back and showed a very bright smile, saying, "Did you see it? Have you felt it?"

Batman's forehead bulged with blue veins, his arm muscles swelled, and the buckles of the chains were loosened, but the next second, he suddenly stood there.

He kept gasping for a while, as if he had exhausted a lot of energy, and then he finally calmed down and said in a daze: "...Why?"

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller asked patiently again.

But Batman stopped talking. He hung silently on the stone pillar, just like the bacon that had been kept in the corner of the butcher shop for the longest time but refused to accept his fate.

"I think you've found the answer." Schiller's tone suddenly eased, just like a real teacher, who said: "You should have understood why we don't want to talk to you about this topic."

"It's not because you are a capitalist now, but because, from beginning to end, you don't want to be a proletariat."

"You are fearing this identity," Schiller commented, saying, "Maybe, not because of your greed for capital, nor because of your arrogance towards the people, but still because of the psychological trauma that made you fear the 'powerless change'."

"You don't want to face the death of your parents, but you can't do anything. Such a tragedy happens again. You don't want to feel powerless again when facing such a thing."

"You think the proletariat is powerless, without knowledge, without wealth, without weapons, and nothing. The more you understand the cruelty of reality, the more you feel that they cannot resist...you are afraid of this situation."

Batman lowered his head and remained silent, but Schiller said: "The feeling of powerlessness often comes from the low or weakening of internal drive, and the increase in internal drive requires a sense of security."

Schiller sighed and said, "Actually, I don't want to say this. It sounds like a scheming thing of the last century, but this sentence is really suitable for your situation."

"Money, technology, and equipment cannot bring you a true sense of security. Capital cannot be your only hope, and capital cannot be anyone's only hope."

"You need to care, understand and trust. Someone must love you and you must love others."

Batman closed his eyes, he remained silent, Schiller did not intend to force him to speak. He turned his head to the demon standing at the entrance of the cave. The demon walked forward and untied the chain. Schiller shrugged his shoulder and said:

"I'm used to taking some fixed measures on my patients to prevent them from running away. They often run away. I don't know why, they are always so timid. I obviously follow the regular process and feel pretty good, right?"

The landed Batman half-kneeled on the ground, coughed twice, looking very weak. Schiller's hands were inserted into the pocket of his suit pants, looking down at him condescendingly, and said in confusion: "Look, you always do this. You can't hold on to the treatment process for less than an hour."

"Don't be sluggish there, you're like saying, I'm an unprofessional violent doctor, but this is the first time I've done a very formal psychological treatment for you."

"I used almost all the skills I've learned. So far, no one has been treated like this. If you act like you're abused, I'll burn your medical records when I go back to prevent you from mentioning me in your autobiography in the future, and I have to respond to you in my autobiography."

Schiller's tone was very relaxed. Batman hadn't heard such a tone for a long time. He remembered that the last time Schiller was so relaxed was when he was a freshman, when he was a party with Schiller, and there were Harvey, Gordon and Victor.

They gathered at a table and chatted and laughed. At that time, Schiller was also very good at such a slightly ironic cold humor, and he was more like an Englishman.

These scenes kept wandering in Batman's mind, making him even more dazed. Seeing his expression, Schiller shook his head, then turned around and walked forward, he said, "Don't expect me to help you, my fusion process has not been completed. If you don't want to hear that lunatic laughing in your head in the middle of the night, it's better to stand up and walk by yourself."

Batman stood up staggeringly, and he turned around and looked at the scene in the mine cave. The riot had been calmed down.

The two red demons failed. Moron was not a very smart opponent. Although Merkel was young, he was much more experienced than him. The moment he took out the dagger, he was subdued by Merkel.

Merkel walked back with the trembling hexagon, touching it and comforting him with his tentacles, while listening to him about the assassination of Batman planned by Moron and his companions.

Merkel just laughed at this plan and didn't take it seriously. It was actually difficult for these miner slaves who were trapped in the mines all day long to formulate any decent strategy.

In this world, no intelligent decision is derived from the fantasy of all day long. The closed environment destined that some of their tricks seemed clumsy and crappy. Not to mention Alfred, who had been through many battles, even Merkel could easily expose it.

Discovering that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Schiller all the way and left the mine. They walked up the road halfway up the mountain and returned to the gate of General Fuxin's castle. Standing outside the gate, Schiller turned around and looked at Batman and said, "What are you doing with me?"

"The psychotherapy is over. Although I am not billing on time, you'd better not expect any gifts." Schiller shook his head and smiled, polite and polite as if he was a cashier who refused to rude guests.

Just as Schiller turned around and wanted to approach the castle gate, he heard Batman's voice coming from behind him: "I want to go in and stay for a while."

"Don't pretend to be stupid to me. I know you are not actually injured. There are still many things waiting for you to do..." Schiller paused for a moment, then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said:

"Oh, I almost forgot that General Fuxin provided me with a lot of help, so I should have taken over his duties. According to the original script, when you rush into the Demon King's castle and kill him, you will find a letter in his office."

After saying that, Schiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him and said, "This is a handwritten letter written to General Fukun by the wife of the demon lord Pile, the queen of this country."

"This corrupt general seems to be the queen's cousin, or they have some other blood relationship. The queen, named Mrs. Darth, said in the letter that the latest national teacher replaced her position in the heart of His Majesty Bile, and His Majesty Bile began to distrust her."

"Of course, there is something else mentioned here..." Schiller pointed to the letter and said, "The name of this national teacher is Schiller. Of course, that's not me, but one of the many Schiller you've seen running out of the tower."

"According to Mrs. Darth's information, these Schiller went to different demon lords and assisted them. They were the ones who provoked the war in hell, and the purpose seemed to be to compete for the tower in the center of the battlefield."

Speaking of this, Schiller closed the letter and said, "I won't read the following content, but this queen really can't count on his cousin, because I found too many fat layers under General Fuxin's skin. This general has been comfortable for too long, and I'm afraid he can't provide any military help for his anxious cousin."

"Of course, he can't, you can." Schiller stepped forward, stuffed the letter into Batman's arms, and said, "Next, you must pay a certain amount of reward for the most professional psychological counseling in the world you just received."

"When I was in trouble, none of those indifferent and ruthless guys were willing to stand up and share the burden for me, and they had to pay the price for it."

"I think the history of the rise of the giant on the other side of the ocean has told you the way to stimulate the greatest potential for war in a short period of time..."

"Go, Batman."

After Schiller finished speaking, he stared at Batman with big eyes. Batman stood there and didn't leave. So Schiller looked at him and said, "The mission has been completed, you can leave."

But Batman was still standing silently. Schiller realized that Batman might be trying to say something, so he stood there without moving. The two of them were stalemate for more than ten minutes.

Now Batman is sure that the memories of Schiller's childhood that he saw in the memory space should be true. Schiller can really stand in place and stare at someone for more than ten minutes, completely consistent from childhood to adulthood.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth, but closed his head, lowered his head, and raised his head, like a doll performing a silent drama.

"What do you want to say?" Schiller asked, instinctively saying, "There is no more clues. I don't understand enough? It's that simple to find a way to knock them all down and let me return to my hometown."

"I'm not asking this." Batman suddenly spoke, he was silent for another few seconds, and then he fell on the wound on Schiller's shoulders. The metal ring passing through the collarbone was still not removed, and because of Schiller's vigorous exercise, his shoulders and neck were already bloody.

Schiller followed Batman's sight and looked down at his collarbone, but he was a little confused. At this time, he heard Batman's slightly stiff tone sound:

“…Is your wound okay?”

Schiller stood there in a daze.

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