The two wine glasses were filled again, and Constantine was a little curious about what Schiller would talk about next.
In fact, there is not much to talk about Constantine himself. Constantine is already an adult with a well-formed worldview and self-consistent logic. Although he is bad, he is not crazy.
With the level of pain Constantine was experiencing, psychotherapy was of no use. Even if he wanted to talk to a psychiatrist about his pain, he would definitely not go to Schiller, because for a long time recently, his pain has been
From Schiller.
But what he didn't expect was that Schiller took out another cup from under the coffee table. He had just poured the wine when he heard a "bang" from the balcony, as if something hit the ground, followed by "
"Ding" and "squeak".
The window was pushed open, and Zatanna rushed in quickly, picked up the glass that Schiller had just put down, and poured the wine into her mouth.
Miss Magician wiped her mouth with her wrist, and Constantine looked up at her with surprise on his face.
Because Zatanna did not wear her magic performance costume, but wore a long woolen coat, a pink silk shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons on the top, a hip-covering long skirt on the bottom, and even a pair of pointed spikes.
Head high heels.
"Oh my god, you're dressed like you just came back from a street parade in Spain!" Constantine exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Zatanna was coughing from the heat of the wine, but she still didn't forget to reach out a hand and slapped Constantine on the back of the head, warning him to shut up if he couldn't speak.
Constantine looked at Zatanna's face in surprise. He had to admit that Miss Magician was very beautiful. Her face had a Latina style, and her hair and eyebrows were thick black, so her facial features were more prominent.
Her three-dimensionality is deep, and her practice of magic makes her eyes particularly focused. Her noble and special status in the mystical world also gives her a special noble temperament. Even if she is choked and coughs, she does not appear barbaric and unreasonable.
What surprised Constantine was that Zatanna actually wore no makeup today. Although many people thought that Zatanna wore makeup every day, that was actually just because her eyelashes were too thick, so it looked like she was wearing eyeliner.
Constantine, who had had close contact with Zatanna, knew that Miss Magic was very pragmatic and was too lazy to put on makeup most of the time.
Constantine had to lean his body to the other side and lean on the armrest of the sofa on the side away from Zatanna. He raised his voice and said, "It seems like the sun is shining in Gotham today. Where did you come from?"
"The sun has already risen in Gotham." Zatanna said angrily. She froze on the spot for a moment, lowered her arms, showing a frustrated look, and then sat down with Schiller and Konstantin holding the bag in her hand.
On the single sofa between Ding.
"I went to a party, and it was terrible." Zatanna pursed her lips and said, "I mean, I was so out of place."
Miss Magician covered her forehead with her slender fingers, leaned on the back of the sofa feebly and said: "I forgot that all the banquets I attended were held in the magical world, where no one would offend me.
I can talk about anything I want."
"But I didn't expect that there are so many rules for ordinary people to entertain celebrities. Those nagging topics should not be brought up at all. I embarrassed everyone and embarrassed my friends. It's just too bad."
Schiller opened his eyes slightly, as if he thought of something. He tapped the rim of the cup with his fingertips and asked: "Although my conversation with Mr. Constantine is not over yet, I don't think he is either."
Would you mind listening to your troubles with me, Miss Zatanna."
"Oh, professor, I mean...doctor?" Zatanna hesitated to confirm the title.
"What's wrong with you, Zatanna?" Constantine straightened up, stared at Zatanna and said, "No matter if he is a professor or a doctor, when did Schiller care about this? And when did you get hung up on other people's names?
Do you still want to call me Lord Constantine?"
Zatanna covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Are you a lord?"
"I am an Englishman, so I inevitably work for the royal family. Besides, my ancestors were close ministers of Queen Victoria. Is it strange to have a knighthood? St. Elizabeth's Street is full of knights."
Zatanna spread her hands, showing a desperate expression and said: "Of course you won't care, because you are my friends, but what if I call the wrong stranger in a formal occasion?"
Then she looked at Schiller as if asking for help and asked: "Doctor, how can I distinguish the titles of you scholars? Why do I call a professor a professor? It's like he saw me growing a third eye.
Are you equally surprised?"
Schiller pondered for a moment and said: "I'm sorry if my friends' usual names for me have misled you. Generally speaking, you can call any scholar a doctor, but it is true that not every doctor can be called a doctor."
Wanting to be called a professor might bring back some bad memories from his academic career."
Zatanna looked at him with wide eyes, and Schiller sighed and said: "The reason why I am here is because the shredder at Gotham University is broken and cannot process the paper that the students I teach give me.
Wood reconstituted fibrous non-recyclable waste.”
"The vast majority of scholars are proud of their academic achievements, and most talented scholars who have made significant academic achievements do not know how to get along with a group of students whose IQs are far lower than theirs. This process is often not very pleasant. If you are so
Calling him can easily trigger his stress reaction."
"But it's okay to call you that." Constantine said.
Schiller nodded. When Zatanna came in, he had already put out the cigar and was about to put it back into the box. He put the box containing the cigar on the table and said.
"I am an alternative. I value my identity as a teacher more than my academic achievements. Teaching students is an indispensable experience in my career. Whether it is pleasant or bad, I will not be ashamed to mention it, but not all
Everyone is like this."
Zatanna let out a long sigh and let her body curl up on the soft sofa. She turned sideways and hugged her bag and said, "It's too bad. I told you a long time ago that Professor Klein shouldn't
Inviting me to a party in their circle, I messed up everything!"
Hearing the name, Schiller raised his eyebrows, but before Constantine could react, he asked: "Who is Professor Klein?"
"A colleague of mine." Schiller answered before Zatanna: "An equally outstanding psychologist and chemist, I have worked with him at Columbia University and Gotham University, his professional level
Worthy of praise.”
Gotham was still in chaos when Jonathan was caught by Batman, so there was no public accusation, questioning or trial. His crimes did not endanger his social reputation, so he is still a famous psychologist. In addition to living in
Outside of Arkham Asylum, there is no difference from ordinary people.
But living in Arkham Asylum is not a disadvantage. The gatherings of psychologists can basically be said to be patient exchange meetings. There are only two consequences for studying psychology, either madness or death.
Zatanna glanced at Schiller, and the expression on her face became even more frustrated. Obviously, this simple girl believed Schiller's praise of Jonathan, and then she was even more upset about the fact that she messed up Professor Klein's banquet.
Feeling guilty.
Constantine's eyes stayed on Schiller's face for a while, then he looked at Zatanna and asked, "How did you and Professor Klein meet?"
Zatanna poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then calmed down and said, "Although my irony magic does not require any price, nor does it require preparing a lot of materials like ordinary mages."
"Thank you for saying that I am an ordinary mage."
Zatanna rolled her eyes at Constantine and continued: "But I still need to perform magic. In other cities, I can buy ready-made materials."
"But it's also available in Gotham. I can buy it. Did you go to the wrong store?" Constantine interrupted Zatanna again.
Zatanna gritted her teeth and glared at him and said: "Yes, ordinary materials are OK, but the powder used in fire magic is not. The rain and air in Gotham are very strange. Most of the fire-igniting powder cannot be ignited here. Occasionally,
It can be lit, but the shape and effect are not what I want, so I can only try to configure it myself."
"But there is no way I would do such a dangerous thing in my own home, but I don't have many acquaintances in Gotham. Don't look at me. Just take care of yourself, Constantine."
Zatanna curled her lips and said, "I went to Gotham University to find Bruce, and I happened to meet Professor Schiller."
After speaking, she turned her attention to Schiller, who continued her words: "I told her that Bruce was not in Gotham recently, but if she just needs a place to do experiments, the chemistry laboratory at Gotham University will also work."
"Then, I met Professor Klein there. He was very curious about my formula for preparing the powder. Although I thought that ordinary people might not be able to help, I showed him the formula."
"Unexpectedly, ordinary people's chemical knowledge is the real answer to this question. He helped me adjust the formula, deleted many unnecessary magic materials, and only used a few very simple elements to create a very suitable formula.
Gotham Weather Powder.”
"This was simply amazing, so I asked him if he could help me configure more. He said that there were not enough materials in the Gotham University laboratory, so we went to the Patient Activity Center of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital."
Constantine almost spit out his drink. He looked at Zatanna with wide eyes and said, "You knew he was hospitalized in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and you followed him here?"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Zatanna shrugged indifferently and said, "Are there not enough mental illnesses in Gotham? Both you and Bruce should live here, or in other words, those who will be hospitalized here are the ones who are self-aware.
It’s dangerous if you don’t treat your illness.”
Zatanna stared at Constantine's face with meaning. Constantine turned his head back silently and stopped looking at her. Zatanna sighed softly and continued.
"Professor Klein is a very good teacher. He taught me a lot of chemistry knowledge for ordinary people and inspired me a lot. Then he asked me what I wanted this powder for, and I said I wanted to do magic."
"I told him about my experience as a street magician, which was very new to him. He said that he was a scholar who had studied all the way and had rarely experienced such deviant things, so I invited him to come and see it.
My magic."
"Of course, it was a bit rude to invite him to watch a street performance, so I booked a performance at the Gotham Theater. He arrived on time and praised it so much that I was a little embarrassed."
"Within a few days, I received an invitation from him. In return, I gave him a wonderful performance. He hoped to invite me to a banquet held regularly by his old friends. Of course, not as a woman.