Chapter 999: Battle for the Tower (33)

"The capital you have creates a class gap between you and the people you pity, and brings you greater power than them. You want to use this power to take responsibility and create a happy life for them."

"But in fact, the happy life of the people is neither created by capitalists nor needs to be created by capitalists."

"Capitalists create nothing. They just exploit and suck blood from the people in the process of creating a happy life."

"You think that you have such great power, but you don't abuse it, but do your best to benefit the people. But in fact, the power you have gained is based on your exploitation of the people."

"That's why there are no kind-hearted capitalists in the world. The wealth they use to spread kindness is drawn from the blood vessels of the proletariat, including you, Batman."

"The huge wealth you have, the high-tech equipment, and all the investment you use to save the people actually come from the people."

Schiller walked to the opposite side of Batman, and when the gray and blue eyes met, it was like a wave hitting the high wall of a dam.

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "I told you that you would invest all your wealth to save all mankind and help them achieve ultimate happiness."

"You made this difficult decision, so you feel that you are very great and dedicated."

"But in fact, you are not great, and this is not dedication. What you have paid is what the people deserve."

"Just like now, you led the demons to seize the mine and overthrew the rule of General Corrupt Heart. You became the new owner of the mine, so you have greater power, but this should not belong to you alone, but to every demon who worked and shed blood in this process."

Schiller tilted his head, stared into Batman's eyes and said, "Your eyes tell me that you are not convinced."

"You are thinking that if it weren't for you, they would never wake up. You are thinking that you also shed blood on the battlefield and even achieved more results than them."

" Indeed, you acted as a guide, so you should have your reward, but is this reward really so much that you have to take away the fruits of everyone else's labor? "

Schiller moved a little closer, he looked into Batman's blue eyes and said:

"I think, for my conclusion, your mind should be filled with all kinds of negative emotions now."

"Then answer me, Batman, this negative emotion comes from your greed for capital or your arrogance towards the people?"

"Let me go!" Batman growled, he raised his lips very rarely, showing his teeth, like a self-defense beast, he repeated: "Let me go! Joker! Otherwise you're dead!"

Schiller took two steps back, showing a very bright smile, he said: "Did you see it? Did you feel it?"

Batman's forehead veins bulged, his arm muscles swelled, and the buckles of the iron chain were loosened by him, but the next second, he suddenly froze there.

He kept panting, as if he had spent a lot of energy, and then he finally calmed down and said in a trance: "...Why?"

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller asked very patiently.

Batman didn't speak, he hung on the stone pillar in silence, like a piece of bacon that had been in the corner of the butcher shop for the longest time, but was the most unwilling to accept his fate.

"I think you have found the answer." Schiller's tone suddenly softened, like a real teacher, he said: "You should have understood why we don't want to talk to you about this topic."

"It's not because you are a capitalist now, but because, from the beginning to the end, you don't want to be a proletarian."

"You are afraid of this identity." Schiller commented, he said: "Perhaps, it's not because of your greed for capital, nor because of your arrogance to the people, but still because of the psychological trauma in the past, which makes you afraid of the "inability to change"."

"You don't want to face the death of your parents, but you are powerless, such a tragedy will happen again, and you don't want to feel powerless again when facing such things."

"What do you think , the proletariat is powerless, without knowledge, wealth, weapons, or anything. The more you understand the cruelty of reality, the more you feel that they can't resist... You are afraid of this situation. "

Batman lowered his head, he was silent, and Schiller said: "The feeling of powerlessness often comes from low or weakened internal drive, and the growth of internal drive requires a sense of security."

Schiller sighed and said: "In fact, I don't want to say this, it sounds too much like an old-fashioned person from the last century, but this sentence is really suitable for your situation."

"Money, technology, equipment, can't bring you a real sense of security. Capital can't be your only hope, and capital can't be anyone's only hope."

"You need care, understanding and trust. Someone needs to love you, and you also need to love others."

Batman closed his eyes and remained silent. Schiller did not intend to force him to speak. He tilted his head to the demon standing at the entrance of the cave. The demon walked forward and untied the chain. Schiller shrugged and said:

"I am used to taking some fixed measures for my patients to prevent them from escaping. They often escape. I don't know why. They are always so timid. I obviously treat them according to the regular procedures. It feels good, right?"

Batman half-knelt on the ground and coughed twice. He looked very weak. Schiller put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, looked down at him, and said in confusion: "Look, you are always like this. In less than an hour of treatment, you insist on I can't hold on any longer."

"Don't lie there, you're like saying I'm an unprofessional and violent doctor, but this is the first time I've given you a very formal psychotherapy."

"I've used almost all the techniques I've learned, and so far, no one has been treated this way. If you act like you've been abused, I'll go back and burn your medical records to prevent you from mentioning me in your autobiography in the future, and I'll have to respond to you in mine."

Schiller's tone was very relaxed, and Batman hadn't heard such a tone for a long time. He remembered that the last time Schiller was so relaxed was when he was a freshman, when he and Schiller had a party together, and there were Harvey, Gordon and Victor.

They gathered together at a table, talking and laughing, and at that time, Schiller was also good at such slightly ironic cold humor, acting more like a British.

These scenes kept wandering in Batman's mind, making him more dazed. Seeing his expression, Schiller shook his head, then turned and walked forward. He said, "Don't expect me to help you. My fusion process is not complete yet. If you don't want to hear that madman laughing in your mind in the middle of the night, you'd better stand up and walk by yourself."

Batman stood up shakily. He looked back at the scene in the mine. The riot had been quelled.

The two red demons did not succeed. Morn was not a very shrewd opponent. Although Merkel was young, he was much more experienced than him. The moment he took out the dagger, he was subdued by Merkel.

Merkel walked back with the trembling Hexagon, stroking its tentacles to comfort him, and at the same time, listening to him talk about the plan of Morn and his companions to assassinate Batman.

Merkel just laughed at this plan and didn't take it to heart. It was actually difficult for this group of miners and slaves who were trapped in the mine all day to formulate any decent strategy.

In this world, no wise decision comes from daydreaming all day long. The closed environment destined some of their tricks to be clumsy and lame. Not to mention Alfred, who has experienced many battles, even Merkel can easily expose them.

After finding that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Schiller all the way and left the mine. They walked up the road halfway up the mountain and returned to the gate of General Rot Heart's castle. Standing outside the gate, Schiller turned around and looked at Batman and said, "Why are you following me?"

"Psychological treatment is over. Although I don't charge by the hour, you'd better not expect any gifts." Schiller shook his head and smiled, as polite as a cashier who rejected rude guests.

Just as Schiller turned around and tried to approach the castle gate, he heard Batman's voice behind him: "I want to go in for a while."

"Don't play dumb with me, I know you're not injured, and there are still many things waiting for you to do..." Schiller paused, then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and said:

"Oh, I almost forgot that General Rot Heart provided me with a lot of help, so I should also take over his duties. According to the original script, when you rush into the devil's castle and kill him, you will find a letter in his office."

After that, Schiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him, and then said: "This is a handwritten letter from the wife of the demon lord Belial, the queen of this country, to General Rot Heart."

"This General Rot Heart seems to be the queen's cousin, or they have some other blood relationship. This queen named Mrs. Das , in the letter, she said that the newly appointed national teacher replaced her position in the heart of His Majesty Belial, and His Majesty Belial began to distrust her. "

"Of course, there is also a mention here..." Schiller pointed to the letter and said: "The name of this national teacher is Schiller. Of course, that is not me, but one of the many Schillers who ran out of the tower you saw before."

"According to Mrs. Das's information, these Schillers went to different demon lords and assisted them. It was they who provoked the war in hell, and the purpose seemed to be to fight for the tower in the center of the battlefield."

Speaking of this, Schiller closed the letter and said: "I won't read the rest of the content, but the queen really can't count on her cousin, because I found too many fat layers under the skin of General Rotten Heart. The general has been comfortable for too long, and I am afraid he can't provide any military help to his anxious cousin. "

"Of course, he can't, but you can." Schiller stepped forward and stuffed the letter into Batman's arms, then said: "Next, you must pay a certain amount of compensation for the most professional psychological counseling in the world that you have just received."

"When I was in trouble, none of those cold-blooded guys were willing to stand up and share my burden, and they must pay the price for this."

"I think the history of the rise of the behemoth on the other side of the ocean has told you how to stimulate the greatest war potential in a short period of time..."

"Go, Batman."

After Schiller finished speaking, he stared at Batman, and Batman stood there and didn't move, so Schiller looked at him and said: "The mission has been read, you can go."

But Batman still stood there silently. Schiller realized that Batman might want to say something, so he also stood there and didn't move. The two of them were deadlocked for more than ten minutes.

Now Batman is sure that the childhood memory of Schiller that he saw in the memory space should be true. Schiller can really stand there and stare at a person for more than ten minutes, from childhood to adulthood, completely consistent.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth, but closed it again, lowered his head, and raised it again, like a puppet performing a pantomime.

"What do you want to say?" Schiller asked. He instinctively said, "There are no more clues. Isn't what I said clear enough? Find a way to knock them all down and let me return home. It's that simple."

"That's not what I want to ask." Batman suddenly said. He was silent for dozens of seconds, and then his eyes fell on the wound on Schiller's shoulder. The metal ring that passed through the clavicle had not been removed, and because of Schiller's intense exercise, his shoulder and neck were already bloody.

Schiller followed Batman's line of sight and looked down at his clavicle, but he looked a little confused. At this time, he heard Batman's slightly stiff tone:

"... Is your wound okay?"

Schiller was stunned.

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