In the manor, the afternoon sun shines on the carpet through the windows, and the fine fluff on the carpet is clearly visible. Leather shoes are stepped on the edge of the carpet, and Merkel, wearing a shirt, leans forward, crosses the table, and takes the globe from the shelf.

The globe has not been used for a long time, and a layer of floating dust fell on the surface. Merkel took out a rag and gently wiped the surface of the globe. At this time, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. When he turned around, he found that Schiller had walked in.

"Good noon, sir... Oh, what is that?" Merkel greeted him normally first, and then he looked at the thing in Schiller's hand with a little confusion.

"Yesterday Victor and I went to the antique shop in the West Side and found something fun." Schiller shook the thing in his hand, making a crackling sound.

It was a frame of wood, with many small wooden beads. Schiller picked it up and flicked it. Merkel saw the whole picture of the thing, and he said, "This is...abacus? How could you be interested in this?"

"Abacus, an ancient calculation tool, I love it better than a calculator, and it also makes a sound. The sound of abacus beads colliding is much more pleasant than the electronic synthesized sound of the calculator."

Schiller said, sitting behind the table with his abacus. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. Merkel took a step to the side, making slightly arriving away to make sure that he would not block Schiller's view.

But Schiller just took a random look at the watch, and then began to lower his head and fiddle with the wooden abacus.

It can be seen that this abacus should be an antique, but fortunately, the patina wood will make the feel smoother. Schiller supported his head with one hand and kept pulling the abacus beads with the other.

Merkel looked for a while and found that Schiller was not pulling the abacus beads at will. He seemed to be really calculating these things with the abacus. Not only did he keep moving his hands, but he also muttered words in his mouth.

Merkel found that his employer was getting weirder and weirder, and it was fine if he changed his work and daily lifestyle. Before, he loved this globe as precious as a treasure, but from one day, the globe was thrown aside. On the contrary, the cane that had not been popular before was frequently used, and the top was a little worn out.

Today, I got a plan from somewhere, and it seems that I have really learned abacus and planned to use this quite ancient calculation method to calculate something.

"Sir, if what you want to calculate is more important, I can help you get the calculator. I am not questioning your abacus ability, but the numbers and accounts are all wrong. Once something goes wrong, redeeming this part of the content may take you a long time..."

"It's okay, it's not an important thing." Schiller crackled the abacus beads, and he said: "I just practice abacus first to deal with the possible peak of accounting..."

"The peak of accounts settlement?" Merkel was a little puzzled again, but at this time, Schiller looked up at the watch again. Just as he made this move, Merkel heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

Merkel turned his ears in surprise, then quickly walked to the door, looked downstairs, and said, "I remember, there should be no appointment today?"

"Indeed, because the people who came did not know how to make an appointment at all."

Merkel went back and put down the globe in his hand. After coming downstairs, he found a figure leaning lazily against the door without even having to get close to him. He knew that there would be no one except Constantine.

"Are you going to Merkel, are Schiller here?" Constantine didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and walked in with his legs raised. Instead, the butler Merkel could only follow him.

"Mr. Constantine, you have to call to make an appointment first, so I can know if Mr. Schiller has time today. If you don't make an appointment, you happen to have something to do with Mr. Schiller. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"Come on!" Constantine waved her hand and said, "What can he do? Eat, sleep, wipe his broken umbrella, work only 4 hours a day, and lock yourself in the study for the remaining 20 hours to study the conspiracy..."

"You better not say that." Merkel chased behind Constantine, but Constantine really took a step forward and walked quickly. He walked through the courtyard and stepped on the stairs. He walked a few steps to reach the study where Schiller was.

Schiller was still sitting behind the desk and fiddling with his abacus. When Constantine walked in, he didn't even raise his eyelids, but just pointed to the chair opposite.

Constantine lifted the hem of the windbreaker and sat opposite the chair. Schiller gave Merkel a look. Merkel first pulled up the curtains, then walked to the door and closed the door, and then stood in front of the table.

Constantine looked up at him and said, "Next, we're going to have some private talks..."

Merkel made a "please" gesture, and then stood still. Constantine stared at him, tsk her mouth, and said, "My conversation with your boss may involve some confidentiality, you don't think you should..."

"Sir, you are British, you should know that the butler does not exist in this manor, and it is at any time."

Constantine sighed helplessly, then looked at Schiller, but Schiller didn't care at all and was still lowering his head to fiddling with the abacus. When Constantine looked at Merkel, she only saw Merkel's standard British smirk.

"Okay, let's talk about my compensation next." Constantine said, knocking on the table with her finger.

Schiller finally stopped fiddling with the abacus. He lowered his head, opened the drawer of his desk, then took out a document from it, handed it to Constantine and said, "This is the account details. You can take a look. Is there any problem?"

Constantine took the document and when he saw the first page, he was stunned. He pointed to the line of words on it and said, "Reimbursement Unit... Green Light Corps? What does this mean?"

"Literally." Schiller replied without raising his head.

"You mean, the one who pays me is actually the Green Light Army?"

"No, it's me who pays your salary, but I'll still go to the Green Lantern Corps to reimburse you. Don't forget that I'm one of the Green Lanterns, and any strategic actions I take should be paid by the Green Lantern Corps headquarters."

Constantine opened her mouth wide and said, "You mean, you ask me to drag the first batch of Green Lanterns, and drive them to the central turntable when the second batch of Green Lanterns arrives, and attack the adjutant Carroll. These are all your strategic plans. Then you plan to get the Green Lantern Army headquarters to reimburse you for the expenses incurred in this plan?"

"Yes, before I implemented this plan, I was already a member of the Green Lantern Corps, a legitimate Green Lantern, and the code in the ring said that the Green Lantern would pay for all the security activities of the Green Lantern in its charge of sectors. Is there any problem?"

"You..." Constantine was so rare that he didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time, and even the muscles on his face were trying hard to help him think. At the end of his thoughts, he vomited a problem:

"Do you feel that you're a little unethical?"

"Continue to look down." Schiller was still making plans on his own.

Constantine took back his thoughts, then looked down at the bill again, and muttered to himself, "Attendance fee... toll fee... time fee... are all calculated based on the energy of the green light ring? It seems that there is no problem. The energy of the attendance fee of 20 green light rings? It is acceptable..."

"Wait!" Constantine suddenly exclaimed.

"The magic equipment lost 380,000 pieces, ten, hundreds, thousands, thousands...380,000?!

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Constantine stretched out his hand and started counting his fingers, then he looked up at Schiller and said, "You wrote it casually, right?"

Schiller also looked up at him and looked straight into his eyes. Constantine suddenly hesitated again and asked, "...right?"

Schiller watched him not speak, Constantine closed her eyes, rubbed her eyebrows, put down the bill, and looked at Schiller and said, "I thought you would have the most basic understanding of magic."

"The whole earth...oh no, according to their statement, the entire sector where the earth is located may not exceed 38 items that can be called magical instruments."

"I have said a long time ago that magic comes with a price, and it's a huge price. You will never be able to hire a devil to help you create magic weapons for free. Even the most common enchanting weapon may need to sell your soul..."

"Even the magicians who have their own mage tower in the rift space can have a real magical instrument, and there is no wandering mage like me at all."

Schiller still stared at him without saying anything. After a long time, Constantine finally lost. He said, "Okay, there are one or two items, but I hide them."

Schiller continued to stare at him, and Constantine sighed helplessly and said, "The five pieces are really only 5 pieces, and they also include pots and pans that make magical pigments..."

Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Constantine looked at him. Finally, Constantine raised her hands and said, "Okay! OK! There are about 600 pieces of hiding place..."

"But you have to understand that my situation is quite special. I am good at making friends. Whether in heaven or hell, I have many good friends. I heard that I moved to a new home. They are all willing to help, and some of them do business with me, just like you, so I can get some rewards..."

"However, most magicians in this world don't even have a handy weapon. No matter what, the number of 380,000 pieces is too exaggerated!"

"Who are you?" Schiller asked this question suddenly.

"Who am I? I am Constantine, who else can I be?"

"No, I mean your name."

"Well, I have a name called Hell Detective, but I have told you before that I am not a Detective, and the focus of Hell Detective is hell."

"How is your reputation?"

Constantine showed a look of "You are asking knowingly" and Schiller said: "Yes, it's so bad."

"A new Green Lantern named Schiller Rodriguez faces the difficulty of hell in Gotham City at the beginning, but he has justice in mind and has made a series of plans to save it."

"At the beginning of this plan, he took about half of the total energy of the lamp stove, but he found that these energy was still not enough to turn the tide, so he had to write a blank check first and hired many capable celebrities, including you, Constantine."

"And because of your bad reputation, it's normal for you to speak up, right?"

"But how could they agree to such obvious extortion?"

"But if they don't agree, don't you have a reason to rob it? You're a bad guy anyway."

"I..." Constantine was choked and said, "I admit that I am a bad person, but it is not that bad either. Many times, I still have a contractual spirit. You are ruining my reputation in the industry, you..."

"After the matter is finished, I will give you 10% more."

"Twenty percent!"

"make a deal."
Chapter completed!