amaotonovel Chapter 4203 A Guide to Roaming the Galaxy ( )
Chapter 4203 A Guide to Roaming the Galaxy ( )
Chapter 4203 A Guide to Wandering the Galaxy (Part 10)
Not long after Peter and his group left, Schiller's sanatorium received another group of visitors. This time, it was the Robins from the Pride universe. Remarkably, all three came, and their timing was perfect; Schiller suspected they had come just in time for dinner.
Schiller was making breakfast, and the three of them didn't stand on ceremony and sat down at the table. Schiller brought over the sandwiches and asked, "Have you found your teammates yet? Or is it just the three of you together?"
“No, we need to find two more people. Because we’re not very good at space warfare, and the spaceship requires three people to operate. Without other people, we’ll be short-staffed,” Dick said.
“That’s exactly why we’re here.” Tim picked up a sandwich, glanced at the filling, took a bite, and said, “We want to team up with Spider-Man. Any suggestions? Doctor?”
"It depends on which Spider-Man you're looking for."
"Are there different types of Spider-Man?" Jason turned around and asked somewhat vaguely. "Does Black Widow count as Spider-Man? Can we look for her?"
Dick choked and coughed. Schiller put the juice on their table, sat down to eat, and said, "Black Widow may not be Spider-Man, but you can give it a try. However, I don't think Nick will release her; he's been incredibly busy lately."
“No, no, no, let’s find a traditional Spider-Man,” Dick said.
“Is there anyone quieter?” Jason asked. “Sorry, but we’re not very good at flying spaceships. If he keeps talking, we won’t be able to concentrate, and we might cause a car accident.”
"It's true that not all Spider-Men are talkative. The quiet ones are often very strong fighters, but I'm not sure if they would be willing to team up with you. Most of them are lone wolves."
“I’ll go talk to them,” Jason said, stuffing a sandwich into his mouth and wiping his mouth. “I believe I can recruit them.”
“Okay, first up is Spider-Man Noir. He did quite well in the last multiverse war. However, he's not from our time; he was born before most Batmen. He's a lone wolf, and although he doesn't talk much, he's actually quite nice. Then there's Scarlet Spider. He hardly speaks, but his personality is a bit eccentric, and you might not be able to handle him…”
Schiller gave a few examples, and Jason and the others took out their software to start searching. After Schiller finished eating, he went to feed Jeff. When he brought Jeff in, Tim was startled.
"My God! What is this? I thought you were hugging a shark!"
“This is a shark,” Schiller said. “Jeff the sharkdog, as you can see, is a small shark with long legs.”
“It’s actually quite cute,” Dick said, leaning back and sticking his head out. “Of course, if I saw this thing in the pool, I would scream and scramble to the shore.”
Schiller roasted a whole chicken for Jeff, who happily ate it by the back door. Then it was Tolik's turn. Flerkens obtain energy by devouring things like crystal cores rich in energy, so Schiller simply gave him a crystal that stored Green Lantern energy and shoved it into his mouth before he could open it and extend his tentacles.
At this moment, Pikachu also woke up. He rolled over and landed in a superhero style, successfully jumping from the second-floor atrium to the kitchen island, and began to look for his breakfast in the kitchen.
“Where’s my sandwich?” he said. “I’d like a large one and a chocolate milk tea.”
"It's on that plate over there. Help yourself if you want some. The chocolate milk is all gone, but we have juice. Make do with that."
Jason stared intently at the yellow mouse, whispering to Tim. Pikachu, having already noticed his gaze, stuffed a sandwich bigger than his head into his mouth and said, "Hey kid, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I'm not going on your ship. My business in space is just getting started, I don't have time to mess around with you guys."
"Alright, I was just thinking we needed a mascot for our ship. If you don't want one, then forget it."
"I'm not some kind of mascot." Pikachu flicked its tail, and with a "snap," a jolt of electricity struck Jason's sandwich, instantly turning the remaining half black. But miraculously, Jason's hand was unharmed.
"Oh, damn it!" Jason was startled and threw the half-sandwich away. He stared at Pikachu as if he'd seen a ghost. He'd seen this yellow-haired mouse before, but he'd never seen it fight. This thing didn't look like it was into electricity at all.
"So you're not just a mouse, you're an electric eel?"
Pikachu didn't bother arguing with him. After finishing his sandwich, he ran to the backyard to talk to Schiller.
Schiller was trimming the bushes that Jeff had messed up earlier when Pikachu jumped onto a flower bed nearby and said, "I did some missions with the Guardians of the Galaxy and got a share of the money. I also made a small fortune on the black market and used the start-up capital to start a business. Do you want to come with me and take a look?"
Schiller stopped what he was doing, looked Pikachu up and down, and then said, "Are you short of money or short of people?"
Pikachu didn't mince words. He scratched his head and said, "You know, doing business anywhere is never easy. You're bound to run into unreasonable people, and the three great empires are always eyeing you. I heard the Interstellar Council is moving to the Milky Way, and I was thinking, why don't I move my shop back here too?"
"You opened a shop?" Schiller asked, somewhat surprised. "No wonder you've been gone for so long in space. Where did you open it? What kind of shop is it?"
"Of course it's Centaurus. After the Great Portal Business District went under, that's where you can still make some money. It's not a big business, you'll see when you get there."
"You're not involved in the black market, are you?" Schiller asked in a low voice.
"What are you thinking? Would I do something illegal? This is a legitimate business, and apart from being a bit troublesome, it's quite profitable."
"Alright then, I'll go see what you've got up to."
Schiller returned to the house and leashed Shark. Gwen had specifically told him that Jeff needed to exercise for more than two hours every day, otherwise he might destroy the house. This trip was a good opportunity to walk the dog.
They traveled through many twists and turns, first from the New York space station portal, then to the Great Portal, and finally along the portal systems of the three great empires, until they arrived at Centaurus.
Although the previous market planet was destroyed, the black market will never stop as long as there is demand, so another market planet was quickly established here. However, this time the lord is no longer the giant octopus. Apart from that, it looks the same as before.
The security guards and thugs still didn't dare stop Schiller, who followed Pikachu through the bustling market streets. Despite the chaotic and potentially dangerous atmosphere, this place actually possessed more vitality than the areas under the rule of the three great empires. On the planets under the three great empires, wherever robots walked, all life fell silent, creating a sense of oppression.
Although there was a certain order here, everyone was wary of each other. Even the guards, as strong as giants, maintained basic politeness. After all, you never know where a tiny, powerful human might suddenly appear. Even if Pikachu were just a yellow mouse, no one would dare underestimate him. Judging from the expressions on the faces of some of the security guards around, they had probably been electrocuted quite a few times.
Reaching the center of the street, a building that resembled a Tudor-style building came into view, like a tavern that would appear in a Western world of swords and magic, and indeed it was a tavern.
As Schiller stepped inside, a wave of heat hit him, followed by a cacophony of noise and chatter. The place was packed with people; some were drinking and playing drinking games, some were chatting loudly, and others were already dead drunk on the ground nearby.
“My God, you didn’t say you’d done such a big business.” Schiller looked at the tavern with some amazement and said, “You built this?”
“Of course not, I took over from the previous owner,” Pikachu said. “After Market Star was destroyed, many owners ran away and quit, but some persisted. The owner of this tavern is the latter, but he obviously made a wrong choice, and business is getting harder and harder.”
"It looks alright." Schiller surveyed the interior of the tavern. The decor must have been modified by Pikachu; it looked very much like a medieval tavern, with lots of stone and wood, candles on the tables, torches hanging on the walls, and a large number of beer barrels piled up in the back. Even the bartenders and waiters were dressed like Celts.
"Of course, my taste is pretty good, right? You know, when this bar reopened after its renovation, it caused quite a stir. But as you know, the people in the black market are all roughnecks who can't appreciate the atmosphere of a pub and are always causing trouble."
"But that doesn't matter to you, since you can electrocute them all, right?"
“That’s right, it’s not a big deal if ordinary guests get drunk and cause trouble; there are security guards here. But what gives me the biggest headache is those…”
Before he could finish speaking, the wind chimes hanging by the door started ringing continuously. Schiller watched as Pikachu bristled, then turned to see a group of Feathered Tribe members with heads full of brightly colored feathers walking in.
"Good heavens, they're here again," Schiller heard the bartender behind him complain. "Can't these bastards go back to their own sector? What are they doing here causing trouble?"
Pikachu's expression was also quite grim. You know, he's a cute creature, and he looks adorable no matter what expression he makes, but this time, his expression was clearly very serious.
Schiller pulled him to the edge of the counter and asked, "What's going on here? Why are these nobles drinking in a place like this?"
"What nobles? Just a bunch of down-and-outs who've been marginalized," Pikachu said through gritted teeth. "They missed the Queen's new policies and were kicked out of the noble circle. They couldn't make it at the Great Teleportation Gate, so they came here to show off! What a bunch of bastards!"
Just then, the group started yelling at the waiters to bring them more wine. The wine on the waiters' trays was meant for other guests, but they insisted on taking it to their table. The other guests, seeing they were from the three great empires, didn't dare say anything and could only slink away.
The other guests also silently walked out. As a result, the leader called one of them back and started yelling at him. It looked like they were about to get physical.
"Stop!" Pikachu shouted, "What are you doing!"
"Hey, it's you again, you little rat!" the leader chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be good at flirting? Come on, give us a show..."
Pikachu took a deep breath and lowered his voice to Schiller, saying, "These guys have some good equipment; most energy attacks don't work on them, and I can't drive them away. Every time they come and cause trouble like this, I lose most of my customers. It's so annoying!"
Schiller now understood why Pikachu wanted to move; these kinds of guests were indeed difficult to deal with. Don't be fooled by their apparent impoverished status, perhaps expelled from the core power circles; that only applied to the upper echelons of the three great empires. Anyone from the three great empires was considered superior, especially since they were nobles. Their energy shields were military-grade; how could these black market operators possibly handle them? So they could only watch as Pikachu swaggered around, swallowing their anger.
But Schiller wasn't one to swallow his anger. He quietly unchained Jeff, patted his dorsal fin, and pointed at the group of birdmen at the table. Two seconds later, a series of screams erupted inside the tavern.