amaotonovel Chapter 1470 Asuka and Return (22)
Chapter 1470 Asuka and Return (22)
Chapter 1470 Asuka and Return (22)
The breakfast was served on the round dining table by the window, and the light gauze curtain was blown by the breeze from the gap in the window, making the hot air from the breakfast on the table sway.
Schiller and Bruce sat at the table eating, Schiller bowed his head, rolled up the pasta with a fork, wiped off the excess sauce with the tip of his knife, put it in his mouth and said: "After breakfast, I'm going to a banquet , you can walk around the wineries around, no one will not welcome Bruce Wayne."
"What party are you going to?" Bruce picked up a piece of German knot bread and broke them into small pieces with a knife.
"A somewhat special banquet, but still celebrating someone's birthday." Schiller raised his eyes to meet Bruce's gaze, then sighed and said, "I don't think you would like that kind of occasion, and you can't treat it like this image appears."
"You said, no one doesn't welcome Bruce Wayne."
"I'm referring to ordinary people." Schiller's food-cutting hand paused, and after thinking for a while, he said: "They are not ordinary, or even abnormal. I don't think anyone needs to deal with them."
"What could be more unusual than a bunch of serial killers?" Bruce asked rhetorically, rolling up some pasta, letting the sauce drizzle over the bread, and popping it all together into his mouth.
Schiller tapped the fork lightly with his fingertips, and said with some hesitation: "I'm just not sure if you can step into this world... Well, I think you have changed enough. It's a risk, but like I said, you can't do that."
"Then what should I dress like?"
"No, I mean you should need some special items. I'll take you shopping after breakfast."
About an hour later, Schiller, who was wearing a three-piece suit and carrying a cane, came downstairs. Bruce glanced at him and commented: "If you look at your clothes alone, I would think I have returned to the Victorian era."
"That's right, go change your clothes."
Bruce stood up, stretched his stiff arms, and walked upstairs. His formal clothes were placed on the bed in the guest room, which should have been left in the Rodriguez Manor before.
Bruce knew that Schiller had a special storage method, so he didn't wonder how he brought his clothes here. He quickly changed his clothes and walked down, and found Schiller standing by the living room wall on the phone.
"Yes, that's right, it's the address I gave you last time, but I'm going to take one of my students there temporarily, the destination remains the same, and I'll pay you double the fare...Okay, see you later. "
Bruce thought he had booked a special car, so he opened the door, walked to the porch and looked towards the side of the intersection.
As a result, a shadow passed over his head, and two loud horse calls echoed in the sky. When Bruce looked up, he saw a Victorian carriage slid past the roof and hit the ground when it was close to the ground. He turned around and landed steadily in front of the door.
Schiller had already come out of the door, carrying a suitcase in one hand and a cane in the other. After locking the door, he raised his chin at Bruce and said, "Get in the car."
Bruce sat in the carriage and watched the carriage soar into the air. He shook his head and said, "You didn't tell me it was so unusual."
Schiller lowered his head to check the lock on the box. Before Bruce could ask further, the carriage jolted violently, and the scenery outside the window instantly turned into fine streamers. Bruce didn't feel a strong push back, but he knew that the carriage was moving A magical way to go full speed ahead.
A few seconds later, the streamer stopped, and Bruce found the shadow of the city appeared under his feet, the bright morning light outlined the shadow of Big Ben, the morning fog rose on the Thames River, and the bells of Westminster Abbey had just dissipated——London arrive.
The carriage landed in an alley in the East End of London without attracting anyone's attention. Schiller took Bruce out of the car and found a red telephone booth at the corner of the street.
"I have to take you to do some shopping first, prepare for the evening banquet, have lunch there, then go to another location to buy gifts, visit old friends in London in the afternoon, and arrive at the banquet location before dark."
Schiller briefly explained the next process. Bruce had a lot of questions to ask, but Schiller had already entered the phone booth.
Schiller stood in front of the phone, but didn't close the door. He turned sideways to show Bruce the process of pressing the keys, and said, "653822, dial twice, don't press the wrong one, or you won't know where you will be thrown."
After finishing speaking, he dialed the number at a very fast speed, the floor of the phone booth suddenly shook twice, the opened door closed with a "bang", a whirlwind blew along the road, just as Bruce stretched out his arm to block the incoming When the leaves fell, Schiller's figure disappeared into the phone booth.
Bruce opened his eyes slightly, he pressed the doorknob with his hands hesitantly, opened the door and stood in, and quickly dialed a series of numbers twice in Schiller's way.
In an instant, the street scene began to blur, and endless streams of light passed by his ears. It might have been a second, and it seemed as long as a year. Bruce felt the floor under his feet tremble slightly, and when he opened the door, what appeared in front of him was A somewhat dimly lit space.
Bruce stepped out and found that he was in a bar. The phone booth behind him became more retro, with some vines and dead grass hanging on it.
The bar in the early morning does not look lively, and the dim candlelight flickers makes people drowsy. The edges of the dark brown tables and chairs are carved with naturalistic decorative patterns. specimens of feather blades and skeletal ornaments.
The most impressive thing is the vivid paintings one after another hanging on the wall near the bar. The colors are bright and lively, and a little too vivid. Bruce thinks that the scenes and people in the paintings will move. It should not be his illusion. .
Near the wall on the left is a large staircase leading to the second floor. Below the stairs is a beautiful wall clock. On the wall on the left are rows of bookshelves, and many books and sundries are piled on the ground.
The bar was not completely empty, there were a few people who looked like waiters sitting at a round table covered with green table mats and playing cards, and two guests who looked like they were drunk were sleeping on the table.
Bruce saw Schiller in front of the bar. He was talking to a man in a blue tights, a red cape, and a big sword on his waist.
It seemed that this strangely dressed man was the owner of the bar. Schiller put his case on the table and took a glass of martini from the bartender.
Bruce quietly walked to a table not far from the bar and sat down. He heard Schiller calling the man who seemed to be the bar owner Jim.
"I can't believe it, you actually got it!" The man named Jim looked at the contents of Schiller's suitcase with bright eyes. It's rare, it seems that you have gained a lot in Gotham in the past few years."
Schiller shook his head and said, "It was made by a student of a friend of mine. He is very talented in this area."
Jim nodded and sighed: "I admire you the most in education, especially you. You are still engaged in education in Gotham. I heard that you have achieved initial results recently."
"Well, I haven't come to patronize for several years, this can be regarded as a meeting gift when I return."
"Oh, my God, that's not okay." Jim immediately refused, "I can't take your things for nothing."
"Compared to this, you might as well see if it meets your requirements. I think the effect is not bad, but you can experiment."
"You can tell it's a good thing just by its color." Jim stretched out his hand to touch the things in the box and said, "Look at the emerald green veins, strong roots, and neat folds. I bet it must be a healthy little guy."
Bruce, who was eavesdropping, had a bad feeling.
Schiller pressed the button under the box, and suddenly, there was a sound of shattering ice cubes from the bar, and with a bang, a green, extremely healthy and lively, mysterious and Mysterious - cabbage.
The two longest leaves of the cabbage swayed back and forth, as if they were planning to find someone as a target for training. As soon as Jim leaned over, the cabbage gave him an uppercut and knocked him onto the wine rack behind the counter.
"boom!"
"Ow!"
Schiller reached out to hold the cabbage, and Jim rubbed his chin. Not only was he not angry, but he said happily, "That's great, the Oblivion Bar is now safer."
"You know, it's not that I'm too picky, it's just that most of the people who play drunk here are very special. The powerful people and the bodyguards always get blood everywhere when they slash, and the black magician can use the spirit Magic bewitches animals, to avoid this kind of thing affecting my business, I can only turn to plants for help."
"But I can't hire a magician to manipulate a certain plant here 24 hours a day as a bodyguard, but if I have this little guy, I can give those bastards who go crazy with alcohol a hard punch, hahahahahaha! "
Jim laughed, and Schiller pushed the case toward him and said, "Put it back in the case when you don't need it, press this button and it'll freeze, and open the case when you're in trouble." , press the button again, and it will come out."
"But remember, it needs to bask in the sun on time, and you'd better stay away from it when it fights, because you can't expect a cabbage to tell the difference between the enemy and the friend..."
Jim closed the box with great satisfaction, and then said gratefully to Schiller: "Doctor, forgive me for not even calling you in the past few years. To be honest, we didn't expect you to live in Gotham for a long time."
"You can say it bluntly, many people should think I'm dead."
Jim showed an embarrassed smile, and said with some emotion: "It's not their fault, after all, Gotham's reputation..."
"Oh, that's right." Schiller looked across the bar as if he just remembered, and then stopped on Bruce. He waved to Bruce and introduced to Jim: "This is my student. Bruce, he just graduated with honors."
"Bruce, this is Night Master Jim Luke, a descendant of the greatest hero in Maya's history, the Night Master family, and the owner of the Forgotten Bookstore and Forgotten Bar."
"Doctor, don't you know? The Forgotten Bookstore is now Constantine's property. He bought it with twenty bottles of Soul Dust, so I can concentrate on running the bar now."
Seeing Bruce cast doubtful eyes on himself, Schiller did not explain, but leaned on the bar and took a sip of wine, saying.
"Welcome to the wizarding world, Bruce."
(End of this chapter)