Chapter 1484: Birds and Return (Twenty-Nine)

When Bruce used the carriage prepared by Master Andrew to pull the first batch of books back to the Forgotten Bookstore, the new owner of the bookstore, Constantine, was stunned to see groups of wizard apprentices happily moving a bunch of big books into his store.

"Hey, Lars, you are Master Andrew's apprentice Lars, right? What are you doing? I haven't bought any new goods recently?"

The black-haired apprentice called Lars by Constantine stretched out a hand, pointed his thumb back and said: "You have to ask the rich man behind, and you, a damn scumbag, when did you get close to Wayne?"

"We'll talk about it later." Constantine turned his head and patted his back, then tiptoed on the spot and ran to the back of the team.

He found Bruce who was counting the books in front of the carriage door. He leaned back exaggeratedly, drew an arc with his hands, and said: "What are you doing? Where did these books come from?!"

"This is the gift of knowledge given to me by the demon king I just contracted. It's a gift for you. You're welcome." "But but but but but... Ouch!"

Constantine was hit on the forehead by the falling books. He leaned back and sat on the ground. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, grinning and said: "No way? You don't really think anyone will buy those big books that only you can understand? Wait, you plan to sell them, right?"

Bruce shook his head, drew a pentagram on his chest, and then said: "I said, this is the gift of knowledge from the great Majesty Beelzebub. Talk about business. Too vulgar. "

Just then another carriage landed at the door. Nightwing stood on the top of the carriage, waved to Bruce and said, "This is the second to last carriage. Jason and Jim are sorting the last carriage of books and will deliver it soon."

After that, he jumped down from the roof and walked in front of Bruce. He lowered his head first, then looked up at his expression and said, "I'm afraid we didn't complete the task well. The demon doesn't seem to welcome us."

"It doesn't matter. He will welcome you in the future."

"How is your body?"

"Much better." Bruce and Nightwing walked to the door of the bookstore together. Nightwing turned his head and looked at him and said, "Are you going to find a cure for the disease in the mystical world?"

"Don't hold all the hope." Bruce shook his head and said.

Nightwing's face immediately became a little heavy. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that I don't know much about magic. I just heard Diana say a few words occasionally. Have you asked Diana in your universe?"

"I was just about to ask her." Bruce said this, and Nightwing thought that Bruce had said before that he would go to Mount Olympus with Diana to get something. Could it be related to this matter?

It seems that every Batman has his own tragedy. Nightwing thought rather gloomily that the Batman in this universe can save Gotham, but he can't save himself.

On the other side, at the entrance of Master Andrew's wizard tower, most of the ruins of the building disappeared, and Beelzebub also left the human world with his demon generals.

For a demon monarch, the palace is not a very valuable treasure, but for humans, everything from hell has extremely refined energy. All the wizards who came to the birthday party today have gained a lot. At this time, they opened the portal in twos and threes, ready to move the spoils back.

Almost no wizards present knew Red Hood and Red Robin, so many black wizards had their eyes on the pile of books. They were not keen on the knowledge of demons, but they thought that there might be power left by Beelzebub on it, so they wanted to take it away secretly.

Red Hood was like a vicious dog guarding the house. Anyone who dared to approach the pile of books would be beaten up by him. Red Robin stood right above the pile of books to inform him, and all the scoundrels were beaten up.

"Hey, Jason, look to your right, who is that guy in a suit and holding a cane?" Red Robin stretched his neck and looked to the side.

He looked down and saw that Red Hood was busy dealing with two black magicians who wanted to get to the side of the books, so he jumped down and said to the man who was walking over: "Don't go any further, this pile of things has an owner, otherwise you will be beaten."

Red Robin rarely spoke to others in such a rude tone, but the greed of these magicians was beyond their imagination. They had only been here for less than half an hour, and there were more than a dozen waves of lawless people who wanted to embezzle the fruits of others' labor.

"Thank you for reminding me, I just came to take a look."

"There's nothing to see here." Red Hood's tone of sending guests away was already very obvious, but he found that the man was still walking forward slowly, so he stepped aside and blocked him.

"I'm not kidding you, sir, didn't you see that he beat all the magicians with a few punches?" Red Robin pointed to the Red Hood next to him, shrugged his shoulders and said: "I bet that no matter how powerful your magic is, you can't beat the two of us at such a close distance, so you'd better leave quickly.

Seeing that the person on the other side still had no intention of leaving, Red Robin was also a little impatient. His detective talent did not observe any valuable information. The other party looked like an ordinary scholar or university professor.

So, he rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward, intending to inherit the tradition of the Bat Family and conduct some physical negotiations with him. At this moment, a familiar roar suddenly came from behind him.

"No!! Tim!! Don't go over there!!!!"

The Red Hood's voice was sharp like a scream. Red Robin had never heard Jason's tone so frightened.

Red Robin had already stepped out with one foot. He instinctively wanted to let his feet land, but the next second Red Hood rushed over directly, one hand strangled his shoulders, one hand covered his mouth, and dragged Red Robin away like a kidnapper kidnapping a hostage.

"What are you doing?" Red Robin looked back at him dissatisfiedly and said, "Why are you crazy again, Jason?" "I'll explain to you later!"

Red Hood just said this and hurriedly ran towards the figure in a suit opposite him, and stopped in front of him with a sudden brake, showing a forced smile, and said in a trembling tone: The child is ignorant, you must not bother with him. "

Watching all this, Schiller paused briefly, retracted his gaze from Red Robin to Red Hood's face, Schiller raised his eyebrows and said: "······Do you know me?"

"What? Could it be that you..." Red Hood was shocked, and then the expression on his face became visibly depressed. He drooped his shoulders, sighed and said: "No, nothing, I just..."

"Do you remember everything that happened in your universe? "Schiller tilted his head slightly and asked tentatively.

Red Hood's eyes lit up immediately, he pulled off the mask, looked at Schiller and said: "Of course, you didn't lose your memory like them? Great!"

Schiller slightly adjusted to Jason's youthful face, then frowned slightly and said: "You didn't seem to know my existence before, haven't you heard of me in Gotham?"

"I don't even know your name! No one told me!"

Schiller's expression froze for a second, then shook his head helplessly and said: "Well, I can't expect your universe's Batman to introduce me to you. My name is Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."

"So you are the Professor Rodriguez who failed the Batman of this universe?" Red Hood was a little surprised.

"It's me. "Schiller nodded and walked towards the pile of books, with Red Hood following behind him.

He babbled, "One morning before I came here, I found that time suddenly went back many days, and many things I had clearly done returned to their original positions. I asked other people, but they didn't notice it."

Schiller stopped beside the tall pile of books, smiled, and said, "This is also a good thing. Time has gone back, and the bill for your psychological counseling here no longer exists, but you still have memories, and you have saved Batman a lot of money."

"Is that what you want to say? !" Red Hood looked into Schiller's eyes, with a look of grievance and resentment in his eyes and tone.

Suddenly, he turned his head to one side, rubbed his fingers with his hands together, took a deep breath, and lowered his head and said.

"Uh...thank you." "Thank you for what?"

"I...I saw it all. "Red Hood's lips turned pale, he kept rubbing his hands, stammering: "That day Batman went into the monitoring room for a long time and didn't come out. I was a little worried about him, so I pried open the lock and went in."

"So, so what you said to the Joker and what you did to him that day... I saw it all."

Red Hood lowered his head again, looked at his fingers and said: "I saw him shattered with my own eyes, shattered badly, at least more tragic than... my death, thank you."

His face flushed, and he said a little complainingly: "I really don't know how to say it, and I know you are not for... but thank you anyway."

"I am for you." Schiller said calmly.

Red Hood raised his head and stared at him blankly. Schiller shook his head gently and said: "Jason in this universe is my student. Although he has not experienced all this, I also feel sorry for everything that happened to you. "

Red Hood's face turned even redder. He stood there at a loss, and then he heard Schiller say, "This is part of the reason why I did this, but not all. You shouldn't thank me, but Batman."

Schiller took another step and walked around the side of the pile of books. Red Hood followed him closely, and Schiller's voice was heard floating in the night wind.

"When Batman came to me, he told me about his troubles. He said he lost his children, not just one, and not just once."

"You know, no one in this world can persuade another person to let go of such a tragedy, not even a psychiatrist."

"Batman provided me with decent food, clothing, shelter and transportation when I was in another world, so I am willing to try my best. Even if I can't save the tragedy, at least I can give him and his child another possibility of reconciliation."

Schiller turned around, and Red Hood saw endless peace and strength in his gray eyes. He heard Schiller say.

"I'm glad that you witnessed it all with your own eyes, and you didn't lose your memory when the universe restarted. At least you saw how your enemy was tragically broken, which made me feel a little relieved."

"And what I want to tell you is that maybe Batman didn't show it, but he also has memories." Red Hood's eyes slowly widened, and he seemed to realize something, and his fingertips trembled a little.

He raised his head and looked at Schiller's eyes, which seemed a little dim under the night sky, nervously, and when Schiller's voice sounded, he finally knew what he was looking forward to.

"That is to say, the morning you and Batman met in my psychiatric clinic, and all the memories about me, are and will always be secrets that belong only to the two of you."

"Jason, your specialness to Batman will no longer be your death."