Chapter 1225: The Farm of Justice (VII)

Between the lush mountains and forests, the wind from the west coast blows over the rails. The reefs on the coastline have been washed by the waves for years, leaving rough holes. The intersection of the two brings a distant and desolate echo.

A train drove out of the tunnel and flowed like a winding stream at the intersection of the coast and the mountains. The sea breeze on one side blew in through the gap in the window, making the window panels hit the window frames, making a light tapping sound.

One hand was placed on the handle of the window frame, and it was pushed forward with force. With a "click", the window was locked, and the slightly annoying clicking sound finally disappeared. Retracting his hand and putting down the newspaper, Schiller looked over his glasses at Lucifer who was sitting opposite the compartment in the carriage, and said:

"Your travel plan is really classic and amazing. I never thought that a creature with wings would choose a train as its first means of transportation when traveling to another place."

Lucifer was using a knife and fork to split the French puff pastry on the plate. He was concentrating on eating breakfast and said: "This is the meaning of travel. People can obviously reach a certain place in the fastest way, but they have to travel slowly. , if you weren't too tired, we could have walked over there."

"Forgive me." Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and sighed. Lucifer tutted his lips and said, "The luxury compartment of the travel train can't represent the style of West Coast travel at all. In my opinion, we should take a road trip on a whim. Waving a car on the roadside is also an important part of the trip."

Schiller gently closed the newspaper, looked into Lucifer's eyes and said, "Then when the robbers pull out their guns, you will show your wings and scare them to death... This is what you do."

"I hate psychologists." Lucifer lowered his head again and began to cut the food on the plate.

Schiller gently rang the bell fixed on the door. After a while, a waiter in a black vest came over, opened the door and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Any recommendations for breakfast?"

"Oh, sir, you really asked the right person. This train offers many seafood delicacies including lobster and king crab."

"But I think it's not suitable for breakfast. If you like seafood, you must have a bowl of steaming cream clam soup and a portion of smoked salmon with mashed potatoes. If you want some vegetables, there are Seattle special pickles and sweet peppers."

"Thank you for your recommendation, that's all."

"No problem, sir, coffee or wine? The coffee on this train is also famous. Traditional Italian coffee can sell more than 20,000 cups a year."

"Then Give me a cup of Italian coffee, thank you. "

After the waiter left, Lucifer put the last piece of puff pastry into his mouth. Schiller looked at the not-so-rich food on his plate and couldn't help but raise his mouth and said, "What I didn't expect was that an angel would be allergic to seafood... Were you hit by a fish in heaven? Apart from that, I can't think of any other explanation."

"How could I be so stupid?" Lucifer immediately retorted, "When I was still living in the Garden of Eden, I was a good fisherman. Only stupid Michael would do such a thing as being hit by a fish."

"Then why don't you eat seafood?"

"Come on, I've lived in Los Angeles for so long that I'm sick of seafood. Only you East Coast guys will only know how to eat lobsters and king crabs when you come here." Lucifer said rather dissatisfiedly.

"So, your way to get rid of this eating habit is to move from one city on the West Coast to another, and it's another coastal city with a very developed fishing industry?"

"I really don't know when my Pope will do his homework properly." Lucifer put down his knife and fork, took the newspaper that Schiller had placed on the table, and said as he read: "The angels' kingdom on earth has a range. The East Coast is Gabriel's territory. I hate that stupid bird that sheds feathers all over the world, so I don't want to hang out there."

"Whether you don't want to hang out in other angels' territories, or because you can't win an argument with them and feel ashamed, only you know." Schiller leaned back slightly and asked the waiter to put the soup on the table.

"When did I lose an argument with them?!" Lucifer immediately raised his voice and asked.

"Last night, don't think I didn't hear you. When I was packing my luggage, you were arguing with them on the phone next door about who won the small offensive and defensive battle near the Holy Spring during the Fallen War tens of thousands of years ago. Michael interrupted you and you couldn't even say a word."

"Schiller!" Lucifer slammed the table angrily and said, "Please pay attention to your words. You are my Pope. Whose side are you on?"

"I stand on God's side." Schiller took a sip of soup and said.

Lucifer snorted coldly and said, "If I hadn't fallen, would Michael have been the archangel? Gabriel was just my little follower, but now he is following Michael's ass..."

"When I prayed to God yesterday, he said that you have been discussing the Fallen War for tens of thousands of years. You are not tired of talking about it, but he is tired of listening to it." Schiller said.

"You actually complained to God again?!" Lucifer was furious.

"He praised you."

"Oh, really?... I mean, don't try to lie to me!"

Schiller cut a piece of fish, ignored Lucifer's eyes, and changed the subject directly: "Last night when I was packing my luggage, I called Hal. He will come to pick us up when the train arrives."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, folded the newspaper in his hand and said: "But you clearly said last night that you don't agree with my decision."

"As a qualified pope, I am very worried that my God will be unable to pay the rent because of poor business and live on the streets." Schiller shook his head gently and said: "I am really curious, opening a bar in the best location in Los Angeles, with the strongest entertainment atmosphere and the largest flow of people, can lose more than 100,000 US dollars. How did you do it?"

Lucifer spread his hands and said: "My bar is not just for humans. The human world, the spirit world, heaven, hell, everyone wants to come to support it. However, you should be able to imagine that some races that don't get along well may cause a little... small friction."

"How many times has your bar been rebuilt?"

"More than 6,000 times."

"You are really a business genius."

Lucifer sighed and said, "This time when I go to Seaside City, I will change my business strategy. No race except humans will be allowed to enter."

Schiller put down his knife and fork, rang the bell for the waiter to come and take away the plates. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "In fact, Hal and I have a common business. I think it will be beneficial for you to open a bar. When he arrives, we can talk about it together."

"It must be a bad thing." Lucifer said with a sneer.

Soon, the train arrived at the station. No matter how slow this relatively primitive means of transportation is, it is always much faster than the unreliable roadside ride. When Schiller and Lucifer got off the train, it was not completely dark.

As soon as the two walked out of the platform, a man in a brown pilot jacket came over. He first hugged Schiller and then shook hands with Lucifer. Schiller handed him the brown suitcase in his hand. With a flash of green light, the suitcase disappeared.

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said, "Green Lantern?"

"Yes, I am Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern of the sector where the Earth is located. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Lucifer." Hal nodded and led the two people out. Schiller looked at his dusty appearance and asked in confusion, "Did you just come back too?"

"Yes, I heard that you were coming, so I rushed back. Oliver encountered some troubles, and Arthur and I went to help him."

Schiller shook his head and said, "What kind of trouble can make both of you go to help? Isn't it enough to go to one?"

Hal frowned and said, "It's complicated to say, Oliver won't let us tell others, but if there is anything I need your help, I will tell you."

Schiller nodded and said nothing. The situation in Mexico is indeed very complicated, and it can't be explained in one or two sentences. Green Arrow's actions there are smooth and smooth, but the smoother it is, the more troubles he faces. It is estimated that this time he should encounter troubles in force, otherwise he would not call Aquaman and Green Lantern over.

Hal drove an old pickup truck. Lucifer saw a mess of fishing nets in the truck compartment, so he asked as he got in the car: "Are you a fisherman?"

"No, I'm a test pilot, but many families in Seaside City are engaged in fishing, and my family is the same. My uncle has several boats, and most family members go fishing with him. Some people also work on cruise ships, and we only see each other a few times a year."

Lucifer was a little interested. He said: "I haven't done deep-sea fishing yet, I heard. You go out to sea during the tuna season, and the largest tuna you catch is the king of fish at the auction?"

Hal nodded while driving and said: "It's been a long time since Americans have caught the king of fish, and Canadians are blessed."

The three chatted about deep-sea fishing, and the car soon drove to Hal's house. What puzzled Schiller and Lucifer was that this was a fishing ground, and it looked abandoned.

"Everyone who comes to my house for the first time will feel strange, but in fact this is very normal in Seaside City." Hal sighed and led the two people forward: "In my grandfather's era, the marine resources were very rich. Once the net was cast, there were so many cod that the net could not hold them all."

"But you also know that as the marine ecology is constantly destroyed, humans are fishing without restraint, and fishery resources are facing depletion. The seabed ecology has become worse, and the output of the fishery will also become worse."

"By the time of my father's generation, the corals and seabed ecology owned by the fishery had suffered a devastating blow. There was no way to raise fish at all, and the fry would only lose money, so they had to choose to change their careers."

"The less people maintain the fishery, the worse the situation of the fishery. Such fishery cannot be sold at all, and can only apply for bankruptcy and turn it into other land. The government of Seaside City is helpless in the face of such a situation and can only allow fishermen to continue living there, so many families in Seaside City live in such abandoned fishery."

As the journey deepened, the scenery in front of them suddenly became clear. On the right was a beach full of stones. The clear sea water with white waves flowed over the reefs. Groups of seagulls were perched on the high reefs, circling in the air and landing on the cliffs in the distance.

On the left was a lush forest. The forest spread to the left, forming a high cliff. Below the cliff was the crashing waves, and above the cliff was the ever-burning lighthouse.

Hal pointed to the coastline and said, "Didn't you notice? The water here is clearer than anywhere else. To tourists, this is a rare tourist attraction, but to fishermen, this is a manifestation of the depletion of fishery resources."

"The government will allow us to continue living here, in fact, it is to allow us to maintain the sanitary environment here to attract tourists. For this reason, property taxes are exempted and part of inheritance taxes are also exempted. Any resource-based city will eventually transform, and the coastal city has done a good job."

Lucifer and Schiller both nodded. This natural scenery does not need any decoration to attract people's attention. Just looking at it, you can imagine the leisure and leisure of camping here.

Following the path by the beach, several people came to the door of two stone huts hidden in the forest. Hal went forward and knocked on the door. After opening the door, an old man with gray curly hair appeared.

"This is my father, Martin Jordan... Don't be surprised. I am the second son in the family. I am 12 years older than my brother, so my parents are older."

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