In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1477: Bird and return (22)

Breakfast was served on the round dining table by the window, and the light gauze curtain was blown by the breeze through the gap in the window, making the hot air from the breakfast on the table sway.

Schiller and Bruce sat at the table to eat. Schiller bowed his head, rolled up the pasta with a fork, wiped off the excess sauce with the tip of a knife, put it in his mouth and said, "After breakfast, I'm going to the For a banquet, you can go around the surrounding wineries, and 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 such an occasion, besides you It cannot appear in such an image."

"You said, no one doesn't welcome Bruce Wayne."

"I mean ordinary people." Schiller's food-cutting hand paused, and after a little thought, he said: "They are not ordinary, not even normal, and 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, since It's not a risk, but like I said, you can't go like this."

"What should I look like?"

"No, I mean you should need some special items, I will take you shopping after breakfast."

About an hour later, Schiller, who was wearing a three-piece suit and holding a cane, came downstairs. Bruce glanced at him and commented: "If you look at your clothes alone, I would think I'm back in Victoria." era."

"That's right, go change your clothes."

Bruce stood up, moved his stiff arms, and walked upstairs. His formal suit was 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 wall of the living room 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 target location remains the same, and I'll pay you double the fare...Okay, we'll wait See you."

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. Bruce looked up and saw a carriage from the Victorian era gliding quickly across the roof, approaching the ground. Time 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, locked the door, 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 The carriage was moving at full speed in a magical way.

A few seconds later, the streamer stopped, and Bruce found the shadow of the city appeared at his feet, the bright morning light outlined the shadow of Big Ben, morning fog rose on the Thames River, and the bells of Westminster Abbey had just dissipated —London is here.

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 shopping first, get ready for the evening banquet, have lunch there, then go to another location to buy gifts, visit old friends in London in the afternoon, and get to the banquet before dark Location."

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, "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, and a whirlwind blew along the road, just as Bruce stretched out his arm While blocking the falling leaves, 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 resemble the lake, and endless streams of light passed by his ears. It might have been a second, but it seemed as long as a year. Bruce felt the floor under his feet tremble slightly. When he opened the door again, he appeared In front of him was a 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. There are various feather blade specimens and bone decorations.

The most impressive thing is the vivid paintings hanging on the wall near the bar one after another. The colors are bright and lively, and a little too vivid. Bruce thinks that the scenes and people in the paintings can move. his hallucinations.

There is a large staircase leading to the second floor near the wall on the left. There is a beautiful wall clock under the stairs. The wall on the left is row after row of bookshelves, and there are many books and sundries piled on the ground .

The bar was not completely empty, there were a few people who looked like waiters were sitting at a round table covered with green table mats 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 seems that this strangely dressed man is the owner of the bar. Schiller put his box 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. This is so rare, it seems that you have gained a lot in Gotham in the past few years."

Schiller shook his head and said: "This is made by a student of my friend. He is very talented in this area."

Jim nodded and sighed: "I admire you guys who are engaged in education the most, especially you. You are still engaged in education in Gotham. I heard that you have achieved initial results recently."

"Well, I haven't visited for several years, this is my return gift."

"Oh, my God, this is not okay." Jim immediately refused: "I can't accept 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."

"It's a good thing just by its color." Jim stretched out his hand and stroked the things in the box and said, "Look at the green veins, strong roots, and neat folds, I bet it must be a healthy little one." 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 sound of "Zeng", a green, extremely healthy and lively, Quite fantasy and mystery - cabbage.

The two longest leaves of the cabbage swung 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!"

"Aww!"

Schiller stretched out his hand to hold the cabbage, Jim rubbed his chin, instead of being angry, he said happily, "That's great, the Forgotten 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 You can use spiritual magic to confuse animals, but to avoid this kind of thing from affecting my business, I can only turn to plants."

"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 **** who go crazy with alcohol a hard punch , Hahahahahaha!"

Jim laughed ~IndoMTL.com~ Schiller pushed the box towards him and said, "Put it back in the box when you don't need it, press this button and it will be frozen. When you're in trouble, just open the case and press a button to let it 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..."

Jim closed the box with great satisfaction, and said to Schiller gratefully: "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 directly, many people should think that I am 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, and he is an outstanding graduate.”

"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 the Forgotten Bar."

"Doctor, you don't know yet? 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."

Looking at Bruce's questioning eyes, Schiller did not explain, but leaned on the bar and took a sip of wine, saying.

"Welcome to the wizarding world, Bruce."