Chapter 1786 Summer in Fool’s Village (Twenty-six)
Harley screamed and rushed into the bushes, and Barry ran in immediately. The housekeeper Merkel stood helplessly outside the bushes, watching the two children running and jumping on the muddy and wet ground.
, the feet without wading shoes were filled with mud.
"The meal is almost ready. I'm going to get you a new pair of shoes. Just stand here and don't move." Merkel turned around to get the shoes. Hallie made a face at him behind his back, and Barry poked him with his elbow.
Poke Harley and say: "Do you think Professor Schiller is a little weird?"
"First of all, that's not Professor Schiller." Harley stretched out a finger and said in Barry's confused eyes: "That's his other personality. We generally call him sick."
Barry turned to look at Schiller who was deboning the meat, and lowered his voice and said, "It's amazing that so many different personalities can live in one person's body, but every Schiller is good, what do you think?"
"
Harley grinned and said, "This one is particularly good."
It was rare for Pamela not to wear a skirt today, but to wear overalls and wading shoes as she walked out of the debris in the garden.
It rained again last night, and the dead plant roots were pressed into the soil by the heavy rain. If you are not careful, you will trip over. Even though Pamela has the ability to control plants, she walks carefully. After all, the plants in Gotham are...
The Green of All Things is an existence that has to be slapped twice before leaving.
The moment Pamela's feet stepped on the stone road, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then strode towards Schiller. Unexpectedly, there was water under a loose floor tile, and Pamela stepped on the brick.
The water from the front and sides splashed all over her body.
Schiller walked out of the flower pavilion and handed her a towel. Pamela took the towel and wiped the water on her arms and neck. She sighed softly. She raised her eyes and looked at Schiller through the gap between her eyelashes, but there was nothing else.
I mean, I just showed a little hesitation.
"Your garden is in a very bad state." Pamela stretched out a foot and stepped on the bricks on the edge, and said: "I just went deeper to take a look, and the situation is much more difficult than here, and...
…I saw."
"What?" Schiller seemed to have not heard clearly. He leaned forward by taking back his towel, making a more obvious listening gesture.
"Those things you buried under the tree."
Schiller's expression was unpredictable, and Pamela couldn't tell any emotion from it. She rubbed her wrist unnaturally and said, "The heavy rain washed away the surface soil, and I saw some bones."
Schiller stood inside the flower pavilion and stretched out his hand to open the door. Pamela crossed her arms and got in through the door. Then she relaxed her shoulders and let out a long breath. She glanced at the meat Schiller was processing and said:
"I don't have much experience with anatomy, but I can tell it's a rib. There are few animals in nature with such fragile ribs."
Pamela looked up at Schiller and said, "That's not a moose, is it?"
"You don't seem surprised." Schiller continued to carefully scrape the bones with a knife, and said: "That is the garbage my butler disposed of for me. Thank you for the reminder. I will ask him to bury them next time."
Deeper."
"What on earth is that?" Pamela leaned forward and stared at Schiller's face carefully, not missing a single detail. She pressed her hands hard on the table and said: "You told me it was venison, but it's not.
, what did you give us to eat?”
"What do you think that is?" Schiller looked at her with a smile and asked.
"I don't know." Pamela's throat moved, and she turned away her eyes and said with some confusion: "I just feel that there is a special power. Could it be Gotham..."
"You'll have your answer soon, Miss, but for now let's talk about my garden. What are your ideas for the picnic area?"
Pamela looked surprised and uncertain until Hallie, who put on her waders, rushed in from the door in a hurry. She bypassed Pamela and slipped behind Schiller.
Schiller turned to look at her and said, "What are you doing, Miss Hallie?"
"Merkel planned to catch us for dinner, and I pretended to run away. I really wanted to see his expression when he thought he would never be able to catch me and then found out that I had come back a long time ago."
Schiller raised his chin toward the shelf under the table, and Hallie spread her hands and let out a disappointed "Oh."
She got under the shelf, took out a large piece of thawed meat, put it on the table with a bang, moved a low stool for herself from the side and stepped on it, and took out a long handful from somewhere.
The knife pierced the center of the meat.
Pamela stiffened instinctively. Looking at the tacit movements of the two people in front of her, one large and one small, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
Schiller turned to look at Hallie while picking the bones and said: "Where did you and Merkel throw away the garbage last night?"
Harley looked up at Schiller, blinked in confusion, then pointed back with the hand that was not holding the knife and said, "What's going on in the garden?"
"Next time, remember to bury it deeper." Schiller glanced at Pamela and said, "There will be frequent heavy rains in Gotham recently, and our garden needs to be repaired, so as not to affect the roots of the plants."
Harry nodded casually. Just as Pamela opened her mouth to say something, Schiller looked at her and asked, "Have you had any dealings with anyone in the magical world recently?"
"I have been to the underworld several times at the invitation of Jim, the master of the dark night." Pamela wiped the dirt on her shoes with a rag and said, "They held several dances, but I don't like those social occasions.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.”
Schiller put the completely shaved leg bones aside, and Pamela couldn't help but follow the movements of his hands with her eyes. She heard Schiller then ask: "Do you know that the Earth's magic defense network is almost completed?
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"As expected." Pamela shrugged and said, "I can imagine all the difficulties that the magic world has suffered in the past, but the most difficult one is just having no spine, and the wizard named Strange has no such thing.
The energy is sufficient and the technology is in place, so what are you waiting for?"
"You have a pair of eyes sharper than a hawk." Schiller said. Pamela was not happy about this. She was still staring at the meat on Schiller's chopping board without blinking.
"Do you read Dante? Miss."
"I'm not so obsessed with it that I want to build a club or something." Pamela said with a hint of sarcasm, obviously alluding to the fact that Schiller sounded like a fanatical fan of Dante.
"Dante stepped on Satan's back and left hell. His ultimate salvation lies in his courage to step on the devil and use it as a ladder to ascend. Some people are just the opposite."
"No matter how strong the armor used to protect humans is, it still needs the support of the human spine. Once the armor is removed, everything will stop."
Pamela heard a dangerous tone from Schiller's calm tone. She instinctively shrank her neck, and when she raised her eyes, she found that she met Schiller's gaze.
A storm instantly set off in Pamela's mind, and her desire to survive once again turned her into a god of language analysis. She swallowed and said: "No matter what you just said, it must make sense.
, I swear I won’t say anything.”
"And..." Pamela even looked at Schiller carefully and said: "You will have a beautiful garden, Professor."
Schiller looked unpredictable.
"Would you mind accompanying me to visit someone tonight?" Schiller asked very gently.
"Visiting whom?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
It was this answer again. Pamela frowned tightly and cursed in her mind, how fast is fast? Is it as fast as before I was stewed in the pot?
It was a stupid decision to stay here, but it was even more stupid to leave. Pamela put her hands on the chair, her eyes fell on the piece of leg meat that Schiller was pressing, and she recalled yesterday's venison risotto.
smell.
Delicious and powerful, Pamela licked her lips unconsciously, thinking, where would she go to visit a deer?
In the car, Constantine stuck his head out of the window, looked forward, sighed, and swallowed back the curse words he was about to curse. He had to learn to be a civilized person, and he still had to run a bookstore.
.
"There's another traffic jam. I'm afraid we have to take a detour."
Zatanna also poked her head out to take a look, shook her head and said, "Normally this road is not blocked, maybe it's because of the construction of a subway."
Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, frowned, but he said nothing and allowed Constantine to turn the steering wheel, and the car turned around and drove in the other direction.
After changing the road, there were fewer and fewer cars around. Constantine felt something was wrong. He slowed down the speed of the car. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he found that Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, had already passed by.
Gone.
"It seems your enemy is here."
Constantine turned his head following Azazel's deep voice and saw a goat with yellow eyes in the reflection of the car window. Azazel opened his mouth and said: "To avoid misunderstanding, it is not appropriate for me to appear."
"If you want to see my joke, just tell me." Constantine snorted and said, "Both devils and angels are bound by ancient rules. If I don't have a contract, none of you dare to attack me."
Azazel's low and evil laughter echoed in the car, and the moment Constantine's dangerous instinct came over, Zatanna let out a scream.
"boom!"
A violent explosion exploded from the road.
The midsummer sunset always comes and goes quickly. The orange, purple, blue and pale pink at the end of the sky are like deep sea undercurrents sinking under the horizon. It is a clear night where the moon halo can be seen.
The sky was an extremely dark blue, and the stars were hidden behind the satin-like mist. Next to the Victorian-style wall lamp at the entrance of the manor, Schiller stroked the edge of his black leather gloves with his fingers.
Pamela took the pair of gloves that Schiller handed over. She stroked the peculiar warm texture of the leather and asked, "What kind of leather is this made of?"
"Lambskin."
"Like a goat's skin."
"maybe."
Pamela put on the gloves silently. She had a premonition of what she was going to do, but she didn't care. What surprised her even more was that the sultry heat she imagined did not come, and these black gloves seemed to become
part of her skin.
"Great." Pamela said, looking at her hands. "Can I expect you to introduce me to a goat?"
"Soon, miss."
Schiller watched Merkel's car slowly stop at the door. He opened the passenger door and got in, while Pamela sat in the back seat. When the car started, it caused a series of splashes and then disappeared into the night.