But Lex felt the air in the room suddenly become heavier.
This was a very bad sign. Lex suddenly realized what he had just done. He tried to put on a hurt posture towards Schiller's rejection, hoping that Schiller would feel guilty and be shaken by it.
God, what the hell was he doing? Trying to psychologically influence a psychology expert?
Then he suddenly woke up. This was probably not a stupid decision made by eating too much salmon, causing parasites to invade his brain, so he looked at Schiller in confusion.
"I'm thinking about a question, Mr. Luther." Schiller did not look at him, but stared at the plate in front of him and said: "This is also the question I have been thinking about after you made a request to me, why 'The Godfather'?
"
"My father was a devout Catholic..."
"You want me to atone for my actions in killing him?"
Lex's hair stood on end instantly.
He didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment. In short, if he didn't finish the second half of the sentence, or Schiller didn't want to hear him finish, the main course of the next meal would not be salmon.
"I mean, when he was still alive, I heard him say that I couldn't have a godfather, otherwise someone would notice my abnormality. For this reason, he also killed two priests."
The air loosened a little.
When Lex's shoulders dropped, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
No, he was not a professor. After Lex regained his senses a little, he realized that the situation had completely changed. He was now standing between the two rows of teeth of the lion. He still had the strength to hold himself open because the lion was not hungry yet.
But he can't ignore the elephant in the room.
"Professor, please believe that I never meant this. I don't have any feelings for my father, and I don't even have much memory. Some of the fragments that occasionally flashed through were very blurry because of his overdose on me."
"My memory almost begins when I meet you." Lex paused. The huge pressure forced him to hand over more cards. He didn't have many cards left.
"The moment I woke up, I anchored myself - my life was divided into two paragraphs. When I was born, I was baptized by my biological father and became Alexander Luther, and when you appeared
, I receive a new revelation of wisdom and clarity and become who I am.”
"You see the religious implications?"
"Yes, new education and new ideas will lead a life to become a new person. The person who brought me all this will be destined to have a more complicated relationship with me than blood. My worship of him must have theology.
nature."
"This is a very interesting view." Schiller commented: "As a saved person, you magnify the divinity of the benefactor who saved you."
"I praise his nobility."
"You only praise your luck."
Lex suddenly looked up at Schiller.
"Actually, you don't respect anyone. The basis of all your opinions is yourself." Schiller gently tucked his handkerchief and said, "You only regard me as a miracle of your favor."
"I'm not religious."
"You don't believe in God either." Schiller said slowly: "You think you are God, so when you want to move, everything will pave the way for you."
"If that's the case, I don't need anything to prove it." Lex immediately found the loophole.
"You are not trying to prove yourself, you just want to give me a favor." Schiller picked up a piece of fish very slowly and said: "You want me to connect with you and accept me."
"Even if I temporarily stand above you, guide you, and protect you, I will be like the guide Jesus met when he came to the world. One day, I will watch you rise high and gain from my achievements.
Fuze."
"You need me to watch and record the whole process, and record every paragraph full of divinity."
"Birth, suffering, breaking free, walking, receiving, ascension... In the script you wrote, I am the first and the last, the father and the son, the beginning and the end, birth and death."
"What you want is not just to become a god, but to become the most perfect god with complete rituals, in compliance with the laws of the world, and recognized by everyone."
Lex stood up and Schiller looked up at him.
After being stared at by those barren gray eyes, much of his anger was dissipated, and Lex sat down powerlessly again.
"You can read minds."
"Bruce said the same." Schiller picked up the cutlery and slowly played with the food on the plate, with a leisurely posture that made people gnash their teeth.
But this successfully blocked Lex's words. He really didn't want to hold the same view as Bruce Wayne, but this time he had to admit that Wayne was right.
No one, no matter a normal person or a lunatic, can imagine how Tile knew these things. There is no basis for this, and the chance of making such an accurate guess is completely zero. This should not happen at all.
Even if Schiller could read minds, he shouldn't be able to read them so accurately and in detail. Luther was convinced that all his plans were stored in memory fragments in categories, and it would take him several days to find them all.
time.
Then in this man's words, the huge plan turned into the shortest and most precise summary. He himself may not be able to summarize it so accurately. Lex even wanted to say thank you.
"So..." Schiller opened his mouth and spat out a syllable.
Lex took a deep breath, adjusted the collar of his shirt, sat up as straight as possible, and then waited for another rejection, subsequent expulsion, or...
Lex knew very well how serious a challenge the existence of this idea was to Schiller's dignity. If he could still walk out of here alive today, then there would be a violent storm waiting for him later.
This wasn't even a single move. Lex thought, given him another ten years, he wouldn't be able to guess how Siler guessed his idea out of thin air. This was a qualitative difference.
If you don't see it at the beginning, if you blindly take action and provoke, you will have to bear the consequences and have no other choice.
Schiller seemed to have lost interest in the food and left the table. Lex didn't look back.
After a while, he felt Schiller appearing behind him. The alarm bells in his head rang loudly, and every cell in his body was screaming to escape, but his whole body was stiff and unable to move.
A hand crossed his side, and when his heart rate reached its peak, the empty goblet was placed in front of Lex.
Schiller stood beside Lex's chair and was turning the cork of the red wine bottle. He looked down at Lex and said: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Luther, you just made some vague hints before, or
Some restrained assumptions were made."
The red wine flowed into the glass, and Lex saw that the hand holding the bottle was very steady, and the way it exerted force was not like a scholar holding a pen all day long. It was full of indescribable power, which made people feel a lot of violence.
association.
Lex's body was pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from that hand. He had no special empathy ability, but his superb intelligence told him that it could be a limb or a hand.
murder weapon.
"Yes." Lex decided to answer the question anyway: "Out of courtesy, I don't want anyone to be embarrassed by this."
"So if you made a formal request to me, what would you ask?"
A complete question of death, Lex's breathing became a little faster. After both he and Schiller learned the metaphor behind this request, if he asked again, he would be standing on Schiller's dignity minefield.
Dance.
But if he doesn't ask, he can't drag the topic into unrelated directions. This trick only works when the other person is patient. When he is impatient, it will only make the sashimi he becomes sliced thinner.
"I wouldn't be so rude, Professor. No matter how you ask it, it will sound like a request rather than a request."
"I'm mentally prepared."
Lex closed his eyes.
He felt the wine glass being handed to his hand, and he had to take it. When he took it, he opened his eyes and saw Schiller pouring wine into another glass.
Lex decided that the long-term pain was better than the short-term pain, but he chose to word his words extremely carefully and decided to focus the phrase on Schiller to avoid adding more bad impressions of self-centeredness.
"Professor Rodriguez, may I have the honor of asking you to be my godfather?"
After asking, he was relieved and quickly packed up his things to leave. Lex had had enough. He warned himself that he must not be curious about how Schiller guessed his idea, otherwise he would be the next Bruce Wayne.
He is not interested in this and does not consider it. Just assume that Schiller has the ability to read minds. He will walk around here from now on. In short, leave quickly.
Then he felt the wine glass in his hand being touched lightly, and he looked up and saw Schiller's smile.
"My pleasure, dear godson."
Lex was hit hard.
He was completely confused.
But it's not the surprise of a pie falling from the sky at all. If I must say it, he is a bit like a piece of pie falling from the sky, with excessive weightlessness and dizziness that almost shattered to pieces after landing.
What did he just do?
He asked Schiller if he would be his godfather.
God, what the hell is he doing?!
This is a trap that even a three-year-old child will not fall for. It requires you to repeat the first five words of the question "Who do you like most, dad or mom?", and then you can get the answer you are satisfied with. What is the difference between this and lying to children?
Lex didn't know why he could still be fooled like this in his 20s.
But wait, Schiller agreed.
Why did he agree?
Lex couldn't help but glance at Schiller's plate. He would rather suspect that Schiller had eaten too much salmon and had parasites in his brain, rather than think that he was really happy to play such a role.
"You must be wondering why I agreed."
Schiller walked back to his seat with the wine glass, but did not sit down. He just stood next to the tableware, straightened the knife and fork with his hands, and lowered his head as he spoke.
"But excluding all impossible answers, what you think is the truth - I admire your design, which is full of theological metaphors and artistic sense. Sooner or later, you will be able to achieve your plan because you have enough talent."
"Lex, this is a beautiful idea. Thank you for your invitation. It is an honor for me to play an important role in it."