Chapter 1477: Birds and Return (Twenty-Two)

Breakfast was served on the round dining table beside the bed. The thin gauze curtain was blown by the breeze through the window gap, making the hot steam from the breakfast on the table sway.

Schiller and Bruce sat at the table to eat. Schiller lowered his head and rolled up the pasta with a fork, wiped off the excess sauce with the tip of a knife, and put it into his mouth and said, "After breakfast, I'm going to attend a banquet. You can go around the wineries around. No one will not welcome Bruce Wayne."

"What banquet are you going to attend?" Bruce picked up a piece of German knot bread and cut it into small pieces with a knife.

"A somewhat special banquet, but still celebrating someone's birthday." Schiller looked up at Bruce, then sighed and said, "I don't think you would like such an occasion, and you can't appear in such an image."

"You said that no one does not welcome Bruce Wayne."

"I mean ordinary people." Schiller paused while cutting the food, and after a little thought, he said, "They are not ordinary, not even normal, and I don't think anyone needs to deal with them."

"What could be more unusual than a group of serial killers?" Bruce asked back. He rolled up some pasta, let the sauce pour on the bread, and then put it all into his mouth.

Schiller tapped his fingertips on the fork and said hesitantly, "I'm just not sure if you can step into this world... Well, I think you've changed enough, so it's not risky, but like I said, you can't go like this."

"What should I dress like?"

"No, I mean you should need some special items. I'll take you for a walk after breakfast."

About an hour later, Schiller, wearing a three-piece suit and holding a cane, came down from upstairs. Bruce glanced at him and commented, "If I just look at your dress, I would think I've returned to the Victorian era."

"That's right, go change your clothes."

Bruce stood up and moved his stiff arms, then went upstairs. His formal clothes were on the bed in the guest room, which should have been left at Rodriguez Manor before.

Bruce knew that Schiller had special storage methods, so he didn't wonder how he brought his clothes here. He quickly changed his clothes and walked downstairs, and found Schiller standing by the wall in the living room and making a phone call.

"Yes, that's right, it's the address I gave you last time, but I need to take one of my students there temporarily, the destination remains unchanged, I'll pay you double the fare... OK, see you later."

Bruce thought he had booked a special car, so he opened the door, walked to the porch and looked at one side of the intersection

As a result, a shadow passed over his head, two loud horse calls echoed in the sky, Bruce looked up and saw a Victorian-era carriage gliding quickly across the roof, turning when it approached the ground, and landing steadily in front of the door.

Schiller had already walked out of the door, holding a suitcase in one hand and a cane in the other. After locking the door, he raised his chin to Bruce and said, "Get in the car."

Bruce sat in the carriage and watched the carriage take off. He shook his head and said, "You didn't tell me it was so unusual."

Schiller lowered his head to check the lock on the box. Before Bruce could ask more questions, the carriage shook violently, and the scenery outside the window instantly turned into fine streams of light. Bruce didn't feel a strong push on his back, but he knew that the carriage was moving at full speed in a magical way.

A few seconds later, the stream of light converged, and Bruce found that the shadow of the city appeared under his feet. The bright morning light outlined the shadow of Big Ben, the morning mist rose on the Thames, and the bells of Westminster Abbey had just dissipated-London has arrived.

The carriage landed in an alley in the East End of London. Without attracting anyone's attention, Schiller took Bruce out of the car and found a red telephone booth at the corner of the street.

"I have to take you shopping first to prepare for the evening party, have lunch there, then go to another place to buy gifts, visit old friends in London in the afternoon, and arrive at the party venue before dark."

Schiller briefly explained the next process. Bruce had a lot of questions to ask, but Schiller had already walked into the phone booth.

Schiller stood in front of the phone, but did not close the door. He turned sideways to show Bruce the process of pressing the keys and said: 653822, dial twice, don't press the wrong number, otherwise you don't know where you will be thrown. "

After saying that, he dialed the number at a very fast speed. The floor of the phone booth suddenly shook twice, and the open door slammed shut. A whirlwind blew along the road. Just as Bruce stretched out his arm to block the falling leaves, Schiller's figure disappeared in the phone booth.

Bruce slightly widened his eyes. He hesitated and pressed the door handle with his hand. He opened the door and stood in. He quickly dialed a string of numbers twice in the way Schiller did.

In an instant, the street scene began to blur, and endless streams of light passed by his ears. Perhaps it was a second, and it was as long as a year. Bruce felt the floor under his feet shook slightly. When he pushed the door open again, a dimly lit space appeared in front of him.

Bruce stepped out and found himself in a bar. The telephone booth behind him became more retro, with some vines and dead grass hanging on it.

The bar in the early morning did not look lively. The flickering dim candlelight made people feel drowsy. The edges of the dark brown tables and chairs were carved with naturalistic decorative patterns. Various feather leaf specimens and bone decorations were hung on the pillars and the walls near the door.

The most impressive thing was the vivid paintings hanging on the wall near the bar. The colors were bright and lively, and a little too vivid. Bruce felt that the scenes and people in the paintings were moving. This should not be his illusion.

There was a large staircase leading to the second floor near the left wall. There was an exquisite wall clock under the stairs. The left wall was a row of bookshelves, and there were many books and sundries piled on the ground.

The bar was not completely empty. Several people who looked like waiters were sitting at a round table with a green mat and playing cards. There were also two guests who looked like they were drunk and sleeping on the table.

Bruce saw Schiller in front of the bar. He was talking to a man wearing a blue tights, a red cape, and a big sword on his waist.

It seemed that this strangely dressed man was the owner of the bar. Schiller put his box on the table and took a martini from the bartender.

Bruce walked to a table not far from the bar and sat down. He heard Schiller call the man who seemed to be the bar owner Jim.

"I can't believe you actually got it!" The man called Jim looked at the things in Schiller's suitcase with shining eyes. He stared at the box intently and commented: "This is so rare. It seems that you have gained a lot in Gotham in the past few years."

Schiller shook his head and said: "This is made by a student of a friend of mine. He is particularly talented in this area.

Jim nodded and sighed: "I admire you educators the most, especially you, who are still in Gotham. I heard that you have achieved initial results recently. ”

“I guess so. I haven’t been here for a few years. This is my gift for my return.”

“Oh, God, that won’t do.” Jim immediately refused, “I can’t accept your things for free.”

“Rather than this, why don’t you see if it meets your requirements? I think the effect is good, but you can try it.”

“You can tell it’s a good thing by its color.” Jim reached out and touched the things in the box and said, “Look at the green veins, strong roots, and neat wrinkles. I bet it must be a healthy little guy. "

Bruce, who was eavesdropping, had a bad feeling.

Schiller pressed the button under the box, and suddenly, a sound of ice breaking came from the bar. With a "swoosh", a green, extremely healthy and lively, and quite fantasy and mysterious cabbage jumped out of the box.

The two longest leaves of the cabbage swung back and forth, as if it was looking for someone to practice with. As soon as Jim approached, the cabbage uppercut him and knocked him to the wine rack behind the counter.

"Bang!" "Ouch!"

Schiller reached out and pressed the cabbage. Jim rubbed his chin. Not only was he not angry, but he said happily: "That's great. Now the Forgotten Bar is safer."

"You know, it's not that I'm too picky, but most of the people who get drunk here are very special. People with infinite strength always get blood everywhere when they fight with bodyguards, and black magicians can use mental magic to seduce animals. To avoid this kind of thing affecting my business, I can only turn to plants for help. "

"But I can't hire a magician to manipulate a plant as a bodyguard here 24 hours a day, but if I have this little guy, I can give those drunken bastards a good punch, hahahahaha!"

Jim laughed, Schiller pushed the box towards him and said: "Put it back in the box when not in use, press this button and it will be frozen, open the box when you encounter trouble, press the button again, and you can let it out."

"But remember, it needs to be exposed to the sun on time, and you'd better stay away from it when it fights, because you can't expect a cabbage to distinguish between friends and enemies..."

Jim closed the box with great satisfaction, and then said to Schiller with gratitude: "Doctor, forgive me for not calling you in the past few years. To be honest, we didn't expect you to live in Gotham for a long time."

"You can say that many people probably thought I was dead. "

Jim smiled embarrassedly and said with some emotion: "It's not their fault. After all, Gotham's reputation..."

"Oh, right." Schiller seemed to have just remembered, his eyes swept across the bar, and then stopped at Bruce. He waved at Bruce and introduced to Jim: "This is my student Bruce, he just graduated, and he is an excellent graduate."

"Bruce, this is Jim Luke, the master of the dark night, the descendant of the dark night master clan, the greatest hero in the history of Maya, and the owner of the Forgotten Bookstore and Forgotten Bar. "

"Doctor, you don't know yet? The Forgotten Bookstore is now Constantine's property. He bought it with twenty bottles of Soul Dust, so I can now concentrate on running the bar."

Looking at Bruce's questioning eyes, Schiller did not explain, but leaned against the bar and took a sip of wine, saying.

"Welcome to the magical world, Bruce."