In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 409: 1 Everything starts from winter (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In winter, the tree's branches take on a dry gray color, and the twigs look denser than the most fashionable comb in a Bagley Avenue fashion store, with rough patches and scars growing along the thicker and thicker branches. The denser it is, the more it reaches the trunk, it has become one piece.

Under the tree, the ladies in woolen skirts and fur shawls were carrying handbags. When they stepped on the scattered soil beside the flower bed, they frowned their carefully drawn eyebrows and let out a breath , when the white mist spit out from between the graceful lips, it was frozen in the cold air.

Just as they were complaining about the weather with their companions, a newsboy passing by the street on a bicycle brought a gust of wind, which made their skirts dance. With a nasty smile.

"Dinglingling——" the bicycle bell rang softly, and there was a "snap", and the somewhat worn-out boots stepped on the snow, and a hand wearing a thick glove reached into the arms of his coat, took out A newspaper, dropped into the mailbox.

The newsboy grabbed the end of his glove and pulled the sleeve forward again. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he felt a little cold, but he stretched out his hand and patted the bell on the mailbox vigorously.

Just as he sighed, held on to the handlebar of the bicycle, and stepped on the pedal, suddenly, he looked up at the house number of this house again, and stopped his movements.

Not long after, a man dressed as a housekeeper came out from the gate of the manor, holding an old-fashioned newspaper folder and a small brown paper bag in his hand.

The newsboy saw his figure, straddled the bicycle, put one foot on the ground, rubbed his hands, and breathed out a mouthful of white mist.

The butler stepped forward, took out the newspaper that the newsboy had just delivered, clamped it with a newspaper clip, and handed the brown paper bag to the newsboy.

The newsboy took off a glove and separated the mouth of the kraft paper bag with his fingers. As soon as he opened it, thick heat came out of it. Looking carefully, there was an apple pie inside, and the soft heart was still puffing. The puffing sound, it seems that it has just been heated in the fireplace.

The newsboy quickly folded the kraft paper bag, ignored the fact that the apple pie was hot, stuffed it directly into his coat, then smiled and said to the housekeeper, "Thank you Professor Rodriguez for me, he is really a genius." Great guy!"

The butler also smiled, looked at the little newsboy who was only in his early ten years in front of him, waved to him, and then watched his figure pedaling hard, disappearing at the end of the street.

He turned around, pushed open the gate of the manor, walked through the front garden and front hall, walked straight in, then climbed the stairs, crossed the covered bridge on the second floor, and came to the study at the back. door, a calm and powerful voice came from inside: "Please come in."

He pushed open the door, and saw the afternoon sun shining on the floor of the study, leaving the shape of the window lattice and revealing the fine fibers of the carpet.

When he walked in, he heard the "rustling" sound of the radio, and then there came the most frequently heard voice in the city:

"...Shockingly, Gorbachev officially signed the order for major disarmament yesterday. It is not difficult for us to see from this move that the giant bear in the distance has gradually weakened and cannot support itself... ..."

"In this winter, the people there are living extremely cold, and they are about to lose all their initiative, even the army they were most proud of..."

"Gorbachev, an heir to the altar, has not shown any talent to match his reputation. What is the future of this great country? We can only wait and see..."

A hand reached out to the button of the radio, and with a "click", the news broadcast inside stopped. Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, leaned back on the chair and said : "Thank you, Merkel, did you hear the news just now?"

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper called Merkel was turning around and taking out an iron for ironing newspapers from the small storage room next to the study, and he replied with his back to Schiller.

"How do you think things will develop? Will it be as he said?"

Merkel paused when he unfolded the newspaper. He looked up at Schiller and found that Schiller took out a medical record and was writing again. Merkel lowered her head and said while ironing the newspaper: " To be honest, I don't know, I have never had any opinion on this aspect, sir."

Schiller put on his glasses again, and while examining the words he wrote, he said: "To be honest, when I asked Alfred to introduce me to a housekeeper, I didn't expect that he would find people will be so young."

"I thought that the butlers were born like Alfred, with white hair and elegant temperament." Schiller smiled, and Merkel also smiled. He said: "Sir, The butlers in the butler school tend to find customers who are similar to their own age, and the customers also like to find butlers who are similar to their own age."

"If the housekeeper is too young, not only will he not be a helper, but he may even be a burden. However, if the housekeeper is too old, some family parents will worry that they will control their children."

"However..." Merkel shook her head and said, "hereditary housekeepers are different. They are deeply trusted by the family. They often assist the grandfather, then the father, and then the son. If there is a chance , and may also assist the grandson..."

"Which butler school did you graduate from?"

Merkel shook her head again, and said with a smile: "The butler school is different from the university. There is no graduation. When I was in my second year of university in London, I was watched by an old butler from a hereditary butler family. In the process, he became his apprentice."

"There is a manor in the south of England, which is specially used to teach us new butlers. There are about six or seven people like me. We call it the butler school."

"So, you're still apprentices?" Schiller asked.

Merkel nodded and said: "Anyone who wants to join this industry knows that the hereditary butler family has all the contacts. If you want to become a qualified butler, you can only learn from them."

"So, you are the first generation of a hereditary butler family?"

Merkel smiled and said: "Thank you for your good words."

At this moment, the doorbell rang again, passing through the empty hall and dim corridors of the manor, and when it reached the study, it was already a little dull.

Merkel hung up the iron, spread out the newspaper, then turned and left to receive the incoming guests.

When he pushed open the gate of the manor, he saw a rather low-key black classic car parked outside. The door opened, and Alfred came out with Aisha in his arms. He put Aisha down first, Then go and open the door for Dick who is still in the car.

Two children, one big and one small, were wearing thick winter clothes. Dick tried to pull off the scarf that covered half of his face, and then said, "Is this the teacher's home? It's too luxurious, isn't it?" !”

Merkel rushed up to meet him. He helped Chalfred hold Aisha. Alfred turned around and wrapped Dick's scarf around him. The two walked towards the manor together.

In the hall, the children were allowed to take off their scarves, hats, and gloves. Merkel hung the clothes on the hangers in the same way. Alfred looked at the manor. He said to Merkel Er said: "You have been working for a week, how do you feel?"

"Very good." Merkel nodded, and he said, "Mr. Rodriguez is much easier to get along with than I thought."

"It's still the same point, Merkel, don't express your opinions on the people you serve." Alfred raised his eyelids, rolled them up, and looked at Merkel.

This butler is indeed very young. Although he looks like he is in his thirties from the outside, it is actually because of his old-fashioned appearance. In fact, he is only 28 years old this year, and he has only received training for a short time.

However, he looks simple and honest, and his temperament is very calm. At first glance, he feels that this person can be trusted. Alfred walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are naturally suitable for this job."

"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth, I thought I would have to wait a long time before my first job, after all..." Merkel shook her head and said, "Many people don't trust young housekeepers very much now."

They led the two children up the stairs, and while walking, Alfred said: "I heard from Bruce that this professor is a very kind person, so I recommend you to him, a Customers who are older than you are more likely to tolerate some small shortcomings."

"To be honest, I did mess up some things this week." Merkel sighed, and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Rodriguez is used to going to bed late, and I can't go to bed too early." , but it makes me a little distracted when I work during the day, and I almost broke a globe on the desk last time..."

"Besides, he told me that whenever the newsboys come to deliver the newspapers, they have to bring them something to eat, but I forgot one time in the middle..."

"It's okay, Merkel, it's all normal, it's just a little mistake, you can't imagine how much trouble I caused when I first came into contact with the job of housekeeper."

Speaking, Alfred talked about some interesting things that happened when he just met Thomas Wayne, and both of them laughed.

Dick took Aisha's hand from behind and said, "The British accent is really hard to understand, isn't it?"

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"What? Do you want to learn? This is not good. After that, won't I understand what you say?"

Soon, Merkel walked to the door of Schiller's study, knocked on the door, and after Schiller answered, he opened the door and walked in.

Alfred stepped forward first, opened his suitcase, and took out a gift box that was exquisitely packaged but not ostentatious. He said:

"I have long admired your name, Professor Rodriguez, I just heard the news of your new achievement being awarded again from the radio this morning..."

"I think such a good news is very worthy of celebration, so I brought a little gift."

"Just remember the few academic dreams I didn't take away from the rainy days in London."

As he spoke, the old man turned the corners of his mouth down, showing a funny and sad expression~IndoMTL.com~ which caused several people to laugh. Schiller took the gift box and handed it to Mo Kerr.

Merkel opened the gift box, revealing a few hardcover volumes of "The Detective Sherlock Holmes". Alfred gently stroked his palm and said, "Originally, I proposed to Mr. Bruce to give Shakespeare, but Maybe you'd like this better, he said."

Schiller took the books from Merkel, stroked the gold-plated text on the cover, and said with a smile: "I didn't even know that Bruce knew me so well. Usually, he and Vic Professor Duo has a better relationship, which makes me a little jealous."

Alfred also smiled. He turned around and pulled Dick and Aisha over. Dick stared at Xi Le timidly, as if he was a little afraid of such a teacher-like character.

"Actually, I also know that Bruce should have caused a lot of trouble. His thinking has always been a little too active, but I think Dick should be a good student. Not bad..."

Schiller squatted down, looked Dick at the same level, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I can tell, this is an obedient boy."

Then he touched Dick's head, stood up again, looked at Alfred and said, "As I wrote in my reply to you before, every week from now on, he and his sister can Come here for a three-hour class."

"I will teach Dick grammar and some elementary psychology and sociology knowledge."

"As for Aisha, as we said before, I will give her some basic sensory integration training to promote the development of her language system as much as possible..."

"Then I will trouble you, Professor Rodriguez."