Chapter 923 Schiller's Garden (Part 1)

As winter gradually approached, the rain in Gotham did not decrease. The drizzle of rain slid down the eaves and fell into the garden. The leaves of the delicate garden plants were knocked down, and the soft branches bent down and pressed against the ground, making helpless cries.

Merkel put on a raincoat and walked out with an umbrella. Schiller, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, looked up and asked him, "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"Sir, the rain tonight is too heavy. I'm afraid the newly transplanted plants in the garden can't stand it. I'm going to put up the awning so that they can survive this winter."

Schiller shook his head and said helplessly, "Even if they don't get wet, they won't survive this winter. I'm afraid they won't survive this night..."

"Merkel. I told you a long time ago that Gotham is not a city where you can use your gardening skills. City, those delicate European seedlings are only suitable for growing in the gardens of European nobles, Gotham? This will only be their graves. "

Merkel sighed softly and said: "In the previous month, when there was some sunshine, they grew well, but I didn't expect that the dark clouds have never left the city in the past week."

"Even if they can't all survive, at least they have to save the few remaining ones. After all, how can there be no flowers in the garden of the manor?"

Schiller shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything. Merkel took the umbrella and went out.

Through the French window behind the reception room, Schiller could see that as soon as he went out, the strong wind broke the umbrella ribs. The force of the wind blowing the umbrella surface took Merkel and hit the tree behind, and the tree roots on the ground tripped him.

When she stood up again, Merkel threw the broken umbrella aside as if in a rage, put on the hat of her raincoat, and walked back. Schiller smiled and said, "Why bother? Can't we fix it tomorrow morning? It's a typhoon tonight..."

After that, he closed the book, walked to the door, and looked at the garden behind.

The situation there was indeed not optimistic. Not only the newly transplanted plants, but also the many rose plants and dense shrubs left by the previous owner of the manor were not growing well. At this time, they were shaky in the howling typhoon.

Schiller turned back and went to the cloakroom next to the stairs. He took out two umbrellas and handed one to Merkel. Merkel took the umbrella and looked at him with some doubts. Schiller shrugged and said:

"We have to rescue the plants. Looking at the weather, the gardeners in Gotham will be very busy tomorrow. You can't expect the rich ladies in the manor area to go to rescue their gardens on such a rainy night."

Schiller put on his raincoat and took his umbrella and came to the garden. The cold wind blew his raincoat, but the umbrella was very strong and did not move even in the wind and rain.

The garden of Rodriguez Manor is the largest in the manor area. It is said that the original owner likes gardening. Although Schiller doesn't know how an orthodox Gotham person developed this hobby, he spent one-third more for this beautiful garden when he bought the manor.

Schiller had almost no habit of planting. After getting this big garden, he wanted to plant something, but the final result could not be described as spring flowers and autumn fruits, but only endless falling leaves. J.

But before Schiller started planting, he made up a lot of planting knowledge, but after he started, he found that it was a bit too extravagant to cultivate a hobby of gardening in Gotham. Most of the native plants here have gone through several generations of survival of the fittest to adapt to the harsh environment here.

The rain in Gotham is equal to all life. Humans will go crazy for it, and animals will be ferocious for it. As for plants, they have not undergone any terrible mutations for the time being, which is already a blessing. It is really too demanding to want them to be delicate and beautiful.

After trying to transplant new plants several times without success, Schiller stopped tossing the garden, but later, Batcat and Pikachu damaged most of the buildings in the manor, and Schiller had to move back to school for a while.

The house can be repaired if it is broken. Schiller can even change the room layout that he didn't like to the way he wanted, and unify the decoration style. But the only pity is the large garden. After the building collapsed, many plants were injured. They died before they survived a winter.

Schiller's manor is a very typical English manor building. After entering the entrance door, there is a patio surrounded by three sides above the head. On the left is the hall, and on the right is the reception room.

On the south side of the reception room is a row of taller and slender glass for lighting, while on the north side is a complete curved floor-to-ceiling window glass, and then there is a door leading to the garden. Outside this floor-to-ceiling window glass is the garden.

In other words, guests can see the garden as soon as they enter the reception room and wait. When Schiller came to see the house, he was attracted by this point.

Pushing open the heavy door, the sun shines down from the patio. When you walk into the reception room, the slightly taller and slender glass cuts the sun into a slender shape, which is warm and not dazzling when projected into the room.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, you can turn around and see the garden full of flowers.

Looking out along the French window, first there are the rose plants climbing on the flower stand, followed by the reeds of different heights and half of the pond, followed by the winding path of the hedge, the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, and the white flower pavilion in the farthest distance.

This French window is like a picture frame, framing the most beautiful scene in the entire manor garden.

But after the garden was destroyed, the flower stand for climbing plants collapsed, and the lower climbing plants survived, but the roses that had grown for many years were almost completely destroyed, the bricks built around the pond were damaged, and the reeds were also crooked.

The flower pavilion and big tree in the farther path were fine, but without the background of the foreground, it looked even more desolate.

When Merkel came, his favorite thing was the scenery in the big garden. According to him, he had learned the skills of a gardener in the housekeeper college, so Schiller, who was sitting in the reception room reading a newspaper, often saw him holding a flower shears and shuttling in the garden.

But since the big garden was destroyed, Schiller was busy watching the children of the vocational education college and had no time to return to the manor. After Merkel called him, he purchased a batch of horticultural plants from Europe and planted them in the last transplanting season.

The result is imaginable. After two seasons of destruction and the biggest rainstorm in the music industry in ten years, 80% of the transplanted plants did not even wait for a round of flowering period and returned to the embrace of Mother Earth. The remaining 20% ​​barely survived and their condition was getting worse and worse.

Standing in the storm, Schiller looked at the seedlings tied with thin ropes to correct their growth and sighed helplessly. He felt that these remaining plants might not survive tonight.

At this time, Merkel came over with the materials for the awning. Schiller took a gardening shovel and two awning brackets from him, walked to the other side of the garden, loosened the soil, and buried the brackets.

After buying all the brackets on the four sides, the awning was hung up. After Schiller hung the awning on the bracket, he wrapped the rope several times, fixed it, and walked to the other side to fix it.

"I think we are doing useless work." Schiller said while tying the awning: "This is just to satisfy our sympathy, and it has no effect on these poor plants."

"What did you say?!" Merkel shouted on the other side of the garden. The wind and rain blocked their voices, so they could only talk in a louder voice. Schiller repeated while tying the rope:

"I say! I think this is completely useless! We can't stay here every night. Sooner or later, they will die in the rainy night!"

"But we have to do something, don't we?!" Merkel tightened the collar of his raincoat, buckled his hat a little tighter, squinted his eyes that were blown into the rain, and then said loudly: "Last time! Alfred When De came to pick up Aisha, he shook his head and sighed at the French window! He must have some opinions about the housekeeper college where I study! "

Schiller tied a knot in the rope in his hand, pushed the knot hard on the bracket, and shouted loudly: "I think! He may have some opinions about me! Because Aisha has not learned to call his name yet! But she has learned to call my name!"

"Oh, damn!!!" Merkel staggered and shook his hands hard. Schiller looked over there and said: "What's wrong? Is your rope not enough?"

"No, there is a wooden thorn on this damn bracket, which pierced my palm. I may have to bandage it!" Dao Merkel frowned, looked at his palm, and said with a grin.

Schiller was about to speak when a strong wind came. Merkel took back both hands and did not hold the bracket. A gust of wind blew over, and the awning that had been propped up, like the umbrella before, suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground.

Schiller let go, took a step back, and watched the bracket and awning fall on the poor seedlings.

Then he shook his head and said, "It seems that I am still too conservative. They may not even survive the first half of the night..."

The two returned to the manor together. Merkel took off his raincoat and went upstairs to bandage his wounds, while Schiller stood in front of the French window and saw the fallen awning rolling on the ground in the strong wind, like a spider monster full of destructive desire. After flying outside the garden, it made a mess of the cobblestone path and the lawn in front.

After Merkel came down, Schiller walked back to the sofa and said, "I thought this garden could last until Elsa learned the word 'garden', but I didn't expect it to be destroyed so soon..."

Merkel showed a guilty expression and said, "I shouldn't have thought about saving those seedlings. Tomorrow morning, not only do I have to put away the awning, but I also have to re-pave the cobblestone path. The hedge shrubs next to it seem to be a little damaged, God!"

Speaking of this, he hurried to the phone and said, "I hope God will forgive me for calling Bigfoot Daddy so late to ask him to help introduce a gardener..."

After that, he picked up the phone and dialed. Listening to Merkel and his acquaintances communicating about the time for the gardener and the repairman to come, Schiller walked to the French window again, wanting to observe how the spider-like awning destroyed the garden.

Now, the awning has been blown under the oak tree in the middle of the garden. The thick roots of the oak tree blocked the spider legs of the bracket, weakening its fangs and claws. It seems that the road to destruction should have stopped.

Schiller was about to turn around and leave when he saw a black shadow jumping from the roof of the manor to the oak tree, and then jumping down from the branches of the oak tree.

When landing, the cloak just happened to hang on the erected awning bracket, like a mosquito caught by a terrible spider monster, or... a bat.

In the first second after being hung, Batman didn't even realize why he was hanging in the air. He had walked this road countless times, and it was almost impossible for anything to go wrong?

But soon, he realized that it was not him who had a problem, but Schiller's manor.

Looking at this manor that seemed to have been ravaged by a giant monster, when he met Schiller's eyes who was standing quietly in the French window with a calm face, Batman was surprised to find that he was relieved.

Not for Schiller, but for some monster that might have attacked Schiller's estate, and for himself.