When Jack arrived, he rarely wore his truck driver's work clothes. Instead, he wore his classic dark purple suit and a green tie with a swirl pattern, matching his green hair and exaggerated lipstick on his face.
, he really looks a bit like a successful comedian.
Barbara still shrank in when she saw him, but she was no longer as nervous as a statue at the beginning. Jack sat down on the single sofa and smiled at several people respectively.
He picked up the tea Alfred handed him and took a big sip, and then he felt so hot that he couldn't vomit.
Strange nudged Schiller with his elbow and asked: "Who is this guy? He has really bad taste in ties."
Schiller turned his head slightly and glanced at Strange's tie. This guy didn't know where he got the money to buy a hand-customized paisley pattern sapphire blue tie. Paired with a straight black suit, it was a hit at first glance.
style.
Strange crossed one leg over the other and looked at Schiller's outfit from head to toe. He had a dull three-piece black suit and a dark red tie that was not much different from black. He clicked his tongue.
Said: "I didn't expect your suit taste to be so conservative."
"The business clothes you wore seemed to have brought the whole of Manhattan here. That's why you were stuck in traffic for two more hours." Schiller said unceremoniously.
Seeing the snickering expressions of Bruce and Barbara, Strange cleared his throat a little embarrassed and said, "You have a much sharper tongue than the Schiller I know."
After a while, Constantine and Zatanna both came. Constantine also wore a rare suit and even repaired his messy hair and beard. Zatanna wore a dark blue dress.
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Gordon pretended to be exaggerated and said: "God, I think I'm going to be kicked out from here. Is there some important dinner today?"
"Of course not, he just sent us an invitation pretending to be serious." Constantine pointed at Bruce with his chin and said: "We poor guys are worried that if there is anyone here who doesn't wear formal clothes, we will be beaten out by the housekeeper."
It’s custom, so I dressed up.”
"I assure you, there is no such custom." Alfred led them to the sofa and sat down.
Bruce said as he spread cheese on the crackers, "But I also promise you, you will never beat my butler."
Today he only wore an ordinary shirt, linen suit pants and plaid oxford shoes, which gave him a bit of an old-money college style.
"Who's not here?" Constantine asked.
"Hey, am I late?" A voice sounded from behind everyone. When they turned to look, they saw Harvey Dent in the same suit, but he was wearing a dark blue houndstooth suit.
, seems a bit casual.
When he saw how everyone was dressed, he lowered his head and glanced at his own clothes. Bruce shook his head and said, "It seems that we all have our own understanding of today's party."
"I thought it was just an afternoon tea with friends." Harvey walked to the sofa and sat down and said, "I even changed out of the serious black suit I was wearing from the court."
"Fortunately, you changed." Schiller clinked glasses with him and joked.
After drinking the hot tea to warm him up, Alfred took away the teapot and teacups on the table and replaced them with wine and wine glasses. What was rare today was not liqueur or champagne, but whiskey and lemon juice for mixing.
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"Looks like we're going to get drunk today." Gordon picked up the bottle of whiskey and looked at it. As expected, it was the kind of wine that could cost him half a month's salary in one gulp.
Bruce pricked the lemon with an awl, and then sliced the lemon with a knife. Harvey poured the salt on the small piece of paper, and unscrewed the cap of the syrup bottle. Alfred placed the ice bucket next to the coffee table, and then placed it on each
There is a crystal clear ice ball in the cup.
Schiller took a bite of the soda crackers with cheese and nuts, and then Alfred poured more dried fruits and nuts onto the plate, as well as mint leaves, thyme, and chili seeds from Mexico.
"Some people who are looking for excitement will like this way of drinking." Alfred introduced with a smile: "It's the same as using lemon."
"Spare me." Constantine tasted a small amount of chili seeds, then his face turned red from the spicy heat, and he quickly drank a few gulps of cold water.
"Speaking of which, what are we here for today?" Zatanna fiddled with a mint leaf and said, "The aliens over there must have invaded, right? How far is it going now? Has any city fallen?"
Bruce handed the mixed glass of wine to Schiller and snapped his fingers at the wall next to the fireplace. Soon Bruce and others appeared in the picture.
"Very good, this is the Apokolips information I found in the spacecraft database. The invasion of Apokolips combat meeting begins."
The biscuit in Zatanna's hand fell directly to the ground. She looked at the screen in surprise and said, "Did I hear correctly? He was talking about invading the earth, right?"
"What happened?" Constantine also looked confused. He blinked, looked at a few familiar faces on the screen and said, "Did aliens change into their appearance and plan to sneak into the earth?"
The only people present who were not surprised were Bruce and Schiller. Both of them were drinking wine leisurely, which aroused confusion among others.
Strange narrowed his eyes and looked at Schiller and said: "Why do you seem to have known it for a long time? Could it be you again..."
"Don't talk nonsense, I am different from the Schiller you know." Schiller said without changing his expression and his heart not beating.
Constantine also looked at Bruce and said: "Why do I always feel that the situation has reached this point? What did you do..."
"Don't think too much. After I left the Magic Academy, I went back to sleep. Besides, there's nothing I can do about it from across the universe."
Jack snorted twice, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine and said, "You two lie in exactly the same way. You only tell the truth, but only part of the truth."
"How about playing a game?" Jack smiled, raised his arms above his head, stretched and said, "Guess how the two of them affect things in another universe. We will tell you the answer, and you will tell us how close it is.
, if we guess a correct point, you will drink, otherwise it will be us."
"How about playing a game?" Jack smiled, raised his arms above his head, stretched and said, "Guess how the two of them affect things in another universe. We will tell you the answer, and you will tell us how close it is.
, if we guess a correct point, you will drink, otherwise it will be us."
"Mystery game?" Barbara leaned forward with a little interest, but when she thought that it was the clown who proposed it, she retracted stiffly.
"You can communicate with one of them." Strange said, looking at Schiller.
"Yes, but it's too general." Although he said this, Schiller still picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.
Zatanna looked at Strange curiously and said, "How can you tell?"
"I'm just guessing at the bare minimum." Strange leaned back in his chair and said, "Don't I understand him yet? No matter who Schiller is, he can fully influence the situation with just one mouth."
“So guess who I influenced?”
Strange tapped his hand on the armrest. He was not stupid either. He reasoned based on the previous clues: "It should be one of the girls. Before you left my universe, you changed your focus to the heroine.
I guess... Helen? She has a good relationship with you."
"Wrong, drink." Schiller said with a smile.
"Then I guess Aisha." Zatanna raised her hand. She glanced at Bruce and said, "I heard Bruce say before that you are his daughter's tutor."
"The exhaustive method doesn't count." Jack rolled his eyes, seeming to be lamenting Zatanna's IQ. Schiller also nodded and said, "If you follow the answer like this, then you won't be able to play this game for long, and you have to make another one by yourself.
The starting point is, for example, Stephen guesses the person, then others guess the method."
Zatanna showed a troubled expression. She thought for a while and then said: "Although it is difficult to transmit sounds across a universe, I think you can find a way to do it, so I guess you are probably giving someone
Personal magic transmission to make him do what you say?"
"Wrong again, drink."
Then Bruce looked up and said, "Can we guess each other?"
Before Jack could say anything, Schiller said: "Don't write 'I have guessed everything' on your face when you ask this question, otherwise I will say 'Of course not'."
Bruce lowered his head and sighed, shook his head and took a sip of wine, then continued to look up at the screen.
Others have no more clues. If Schiller has given some clues by influencing others' work styles through words, then what Bruce will do is a complete mystery. As mentioned before, Bruce is a bit too trendy now.
Schiller picked up his wine glass to cover his smile. The excitement of this difficult student finally graduating had passed, and the rest became a contest between Batman and the Joker.
Then let's take a look at how valuable his outstanding graduates are, Schiller thought after taking a sip of wine.
"The identification code of this small frigate should still be in the Apokolips defense and security system. If nothing else happens, we should be able to sail directly into the Apokolips Star Port without encountering any obstruction, but the next thing will be more troublesome. Among us
No one has the ability to transform, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to cover so many people.”
Little Bruce frowned, looked at the map in the database and said: "Once they discover that the spacecraft is unmanned, they may discover that the entire fleet has lost contact, or they may guess that we have sneaked in secretly, and they have no clue about it.
The period of time when we feel the discovery is the golden time for us to sneak in."
"Is there a map of the star port?" Damian asked. He looked at the information on the screen and said, "If I can get the map, I can plan a perfect infiltration route."
"There is only a rough outline diagram, and even if we have a structural diagram, we cannot determine the location and order of patrols by security personnel."
"Strong attack?" Helen asked.
"No chance, the star port has complete automatic defense measures, and there are at least twenty fleets parked inside that are much stronger than Weiman's fleet."
"In other words, the journey from the star port to the planet is the most dangerous." Harley said while thinking: "But there is no need for us to fly from the star port to the planet. I think we can repeat the same trick."
"Hitchhiking?"
"As long as the speed is fast enough." Harley pointed to the appearance of Apokolips and said: "The independent star port of this planet is not far from the planet itself, and there are also some small spacecrafts coming and going, and not all of them are passenger ships, there are also material transports.
Ship, we just need to sneak into the warehouse of the supply ship. As long as we move quickly, it won’t be a big problem.”
"Speaking of which, why did the designers of this planet build the star port so close to the planet?" Helen said with some confusion: "Wouldn't this lose the significance of the star port's strategic buffer?"
"I guess they don't have designers at all," Stark said, looking at the pile of information through Harley's eyes.
Stark stared at the spaceship flying closer and closer and continued.
"If you want to sneak in, you have to make some big noise elsewhere. Jarvis, tell that little girl that there must be an emergency landing device for this star port on the planet. Find it and pull down the star port!"
Acute gastroenteritis with vomiting and diarrhea. I typed it with one hand while I was in hospital. There may be typos. I will correct it tomorrow.