Chapter 1448 Research on Manipulation (XIV)

The two people's glasses were filled again, and Constantine was a little curious about what Schiller would talk about next.

In fact, there was nothing much to talk about Constantine himself. Constantine was already an adult with a formed worldview and self-consistent logic. Although he was rotten, he was not crazy.

Given the degree of pain Constantine had experienced, psychological treatment was useless. Even if he wanted to find a psychologist to confide his pain, he would definitely not find Schiller, because for a long time recently, his pain came from Schiller.

But unexpectedly, Schiller took out another cup from under the coffee table. He had just poured the wine when he heard a "bang" from the balcony, as if something had hit the ground, followed by "clang" and "squeak".

The window was pushed open, and Zatanna rushed in quickly, picked up the cup that Schiller had just put down, and poured the wine into her mouth.

Miss Magician wiped her mouth with her wrist, and Constantine looked up at her with a surprised face.

Because Zatanna didn't wear her magic costume, but a long tweed coat, a pink silk shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons, a hip-hugging long skirt, and even a pair of pointed high heels.

"Oh my God, you look like you just came back from a street parade in Spain!" Constantine exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Zatanna coughed because of the spiciness of the wine, but she still stretched out a hand and patted Constantine on the back of his head, warning him to shut up if he couldn't speak.

Constantine looked at Zatanna's face in surprise, and had to admit that the magician lady was very beautiful. Her face had a Latin American style, and her hair and eyebrows were thick black, so her facial features were more three-dimensional and deep. Practicing magic made her eyes particularly focused. Her noble and special status in the mystical world also gave her a special noble temperament. Even if she was choked and coughed, she didn't seem barbaric and unreasonable.

What surprised Constantine was that Zatanna actually wore light makeup today. Although many people thought that Zatanna wore makeup every day, it was actually just because her eyelashes were too thick, so it looked like she had drawn eyeliner. Constantine, who had had close contact with Zatanna, knew that Miss Magic was very pragmatic and was too lazy to put on makeup most of the time.

Constantine had to lean his body to the other side, leaning on the armrest of the sofa away from Zatanna, and raised his voice and said, "It seems that the sun has risen in Gotham today. Where are you from?"

"The sun has risen in Gotham a long time ago." Zatanna said unhappily. She was stunned for a moment, lowered her arms, showed a frustrated look, and then sat on the single sofa between Schiller and Constantine with her bag in her hand.

"I went to a party and it was terrible." Zatanna pursed her lips and said, "I mean, I was so out of place."

Miss Magician covered her forehead with her slender fingers, leaned against the back of the sofa and said weakly, "I forgot that all the parties I attended were held in the magic world, where no one would offend me, and I could talk about anything I wanted."

"But I didn't expect that there were so many rules for celebrity banquets for ordinary people. Those weird topics shouldn't be mentioned at all. I embarrassed everyone and embarrassed my friends. It was terrible."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly, as if he thought of something. His fingertips gently tapped the rim of the cup and asked, "Although my conversation with Mr. Constantine has not ended yet, I think he doesn't mind listening to your troubles with me, Miss Zatanna."

"Oh, professor, I mean...doctor?" Zatanna hesitated to confirm the title.

"What's wrong with you, Zatanna?" Constantine stood up, stared at Zatanna and said, "No matter if he is a professor or a doctor, when has Schiller ever cared about this? And when have you ever been bothered by other people's titles? Do you still want to call me Lord Constantine?"

Zatanna covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Are you a lord?"

"I am British, and it is inevitable that I work for the royal family. Besides, my ancestors were close ministers of Queen Victoria. Is it strange to have a title? St. Elizabeth Street is full of lords."

Zatanna spread her hands, showing a desperate expression and said, "Of course you don't care, because you are my friends, but what if I call the wrong stranger in a formal occasion?"

Then she looked at him with a look of help. Looking at Schiller, he asked, "Doctor, how can I distinguish the titles of you scholars? Why is it that when I call a professor a professor, he is as surprised as if he saw that I have grown a third eye?"

Schiller pondered for a moment and said, "If my friends' usual name for me misled you, then I am sorry. Generally speaking, you can call any scholar a doctor, but not every doctor wants to be called a professor. It may bring back some bad memories in his academic career."

Zatanna stared at him with wide eyes. Schiller sighed and said, "The reason I am here is because the shredder at Gotham University is broken and cannot handle the wood reconstructed fiberized non-recyclable garbage given to me by the students I teach."

"Most scholars are proud of their academic achievements, but most genius scholars with significant academic achievements don't know how to get along with a group of students whose IQs are far lower than theirs. This process is often not pleasant. If you call him like that, it will easily cause him to have a stress response."

"But it's okay to call you like that." Constantine said.

Schiller nodded. When Zatanna came in, he had already put out the cigar and was putting it back in the box. He put the box of cigars on the table and said.

"I am an alternative. I value my identity as a teacher more than my academic achievements. Teaching students is an indispensable experience in my career. Whether it is pleasant or bad, I will not be ashamed to mention it, but not everyone is like this."

Zatanna sighed deeply and curled up in the soft sofa. She turned sideways and hugged her bag and said, "Too bad, I said a long time ago that Professor Crane should not invite me to the party of their circle. I messed up everything!"

Hearing this name, Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Constantine didn't react yet and asked, "Who is Professor Crane?"

"One of my colleagues." Schiller answered before Zatanna, "An equally outstanding psychologist and chemist. I have worked with him at Columbia University and Gotham University. His professional level is commendable."

Gotham was still in chaos when Jonathan was caught by Batman, so there was no public accusation, questioning and trial. His crime did not harm his social reputation, so he was still a famous psychologist. Except for living in Arkham Mental Hospital, he was no different from ordinary people.

But living in Arkham Asylum is not a disadvantage. The gathering of psychologists can basically be regarded as a communication meeting for patients. There are only two outcomes for studying psychology: either going crazy or dying.

Zatanna glanced at Schiller, and her expression became more depressed. Obviously, this simple girl believed Schiller's praise for Jonathan, and then she felt more guilty for ruining Professor Crane's banquet.

Constantine's eyes stayed on Schiller's face for a while, and then he looked at Zatanna and asked, "How did you know Professor Crane?"

Zatanna poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and calmed down and said, "Although my irony magic does not require any price, and I don't need to prepare a lot of materials like ordinary wizards."

"Thank you for saying I am an ordinary wizard."

Zatanna rolled her eyes at Constantine, and then said, "But I still need to perform magic. In other cities, I can buy ready-made materials."

"But in Gotham, I can buy them all. Did you go to the wrong store?" Constantine interrupted Zatanna again.

Zatanna gritted her teeth and glared at him and said, "Yes, ordinary materials can be used, but the powder used in fire magic cannot be used. The rain and air in Gotham are very strange. Most of the ignition powder cannot be ignited here. Occasionally, it can be ignited, but the shape and effect are not what I want, so I can only try to prepare it myself."

"But I can't do such a dangerous thing in my own home, but I don't have any acquaintances in Gotham. Don't look at me. It's good enough that you can take care of yourself, Constantine."

Zatanna curled her lips and said, "I went to Gotham University to find Bruce, and I happened to meet Professor Schiller."

After that, she turned her eyes to Schiller, and Schiller continued her words: "I told her that Bruce was not in Gotham recently, but if she just needed a place to do experiments, then the chemistry laboratory at Gotham University would also be fine."

"Then, I met Professor Crane there. He was very curious about the formula for my powder. Although I thought ordinary people might not be able to help, I showed him the formula."

"Unexpectedly, Ordinary people's knowledge of chemistry is the real answer to this question. He helped me adjust the formula, deleted many unnecessary magic materials, and used only a few simple elements to make a powder that is very suitable for Gotham's weather. "

"This is simply amazing, so I asked him if he could help me configure more. He said that the materials in the Gotham University laboratory were insufficient, so we went to the patient activity center of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. "

Constantine almost spit out a mouthful of wine. He stared at Zatanna with wide eyes and said, "You know he is hospitalized in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and you still followed him here?"

"What does it matter?" Zatanna shrugged indifferently and said, "Are there not enough mental patients in Gotham? You and Bruce should live here, or in other words, those who come here to be hospitalized are self-aware, and those who know that they are sick but do not treat it are dangerous. "

Zatanna stared at Constantine's face meaningfully, Constantine silently turned his head back and did not look at her. Zatanna sighed softly and continued.

"Professor Crane is a very good teacher. He taught me a lot of chemistry knowledge for ordinary people, which was very inspiring to me. Then he asked me what I wanted to do with this powder, and I said I wanted to perform magic."

"I told him about my experience as a street magician, which was very new to him. He said he was a scholar who had studied all the way to his career and had hardly experienced such unorthodox things, so I invited him to see my magic."

"Of course, it was a bit rude to invite him to see a street performance, so I booked a show at the Gotham Theater. He arrived on time and praised it highly, which made me a little embarrassed."

"A few days later, I received his invitation letter. In return, I presented him with a wonderful performance. He hoped to invite me to a banquet regularly held by his old friend. Of course, not as a female companion, but just an ordinary friend."

Zatanna pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"Then, I messed up everything."