Chapter 1810: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Four)

Chapter 1784 Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-four)

When Talia hesitated for the thirty-fourth time whether to get up from the bed, her willpower was severely kicked by the fragrance coming from downstairs.

This is totally unreasonable, Talia thought. The location of her room in Rodriguez Manor is almost equivalent to Texas in the United States. This damn fragrance can't possibly float here through the corridors.

Unless they didn't float in from the corridor.

Talia pressed her middle and ring fingers on her forehead, which was still aching. She walked to the window with disheveled clothes and messy hair. She waved her arm to open the heavy curtains, and a strong fragrance rushed into her nose.

When she lowered her head and looked down, Schiller was standing on the edge of the transparent glass door of the flower pavilion and looking up at her.

Talia let out a small groan of pain. The most damning thing was that she knew that the ingredients in the cauldron on the picnic table were probably not much less than those in the witch's cauldron, but she still wanted to eat a lot because she was really hungry.

Normally, hunger is not a problem. Talia can even remain motionless when delicious food is in front of her and she is already close to the limit of what the human body can accept. But not now.

She didn't know why it wasn't now. She didn't know that the human body was actually more sophisticated than she thought. The most sophisticated thing was that she adhered to the principle of elasticity. An over-tightened line had only two consequences: either it broke, or it lost its elasticity after being relaxed and could no longer be stretched so tight.

The human spirit has its limits. If the mental torture that Talia had experienced before was just to slowly tighten this line, then Schiller was almost equivalent to playing a Paganini on it with a bow.

Then she took her hand back. Talia thought in despair, leaving the broken strings alone on the instrument, then why couldn't she make some sounds on her own?

Talia jumped directly from the third floor.

Standing on the other side of the flower pavilion, the housekeeper Merkel looked even more nervous than when he was kidnapped. He stared at Talia with wide eyes as she stood up in the bushes, reached out to push back her wild black hair, and then brushed off the leaves on her silk nightgown.

Talia could see clearly that there was a picnic table in the flower pavilion, but behind it there was a small round lacquered red barbecue stove. The fallen Monstera leaves looked like natural fans, and the white hot air looked innocent and harmless against the green background.

Pamela sat behind the barbecue stove and picked the meat with a tong. The meat looked very fresh, dark purple, and very charming against the large green background of plants.

Schiller was putting plates on the picnic table. Merkel was holding a pile of rotten leaves picked up from the flower pavilion, walking further away with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Two children were playing tag through the transparent glass door. The wind blew up the cloth at the corner of the picnic table. A strong hand reached out and smoothed the wrinkles with fingers.

It was like smoothing something else, Talia thought in a daze, but for some reason, what came to her mind was not a plaid dress that was more similar to the bright plaid tablecloth, but what was it?

Talia shook her head gently, throwing away the irrelevant association. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, threw off her two slippers on the left and right, and walked directly to the outside of the flower pavilion barefoot.

"You are taller than Anna, but I only have her nightgown here, thank her for not drinking and vomiting all over her body after the party."

"Is she your colleague?"

"Yes, a respectable mathematician." Schiller opened the door of the flower pavilion for Talia, and Talia picked up the hem of her skirt with one hand and strode in.

Pamela, who was sitting behind the stove picking bones, raised her eyebrows at Talia, but Talia really didn't have time to accompany her now. She was almost starving. Even if there was a whole periodic table in the pot, she would eat it crazily.

"You look starving, but unfortunately, there is no decent chef in Gotham now. The food is made by my butler, and some of it is not suitable for this season."

Schiller made way, and Talia leaned her head to look into the pot. Very good, she felt that there was something wrong with this butler named Merkel before. If he was really one of those weak British guys, he should have cried the moment she pinched his neck.

Borscht is indeed completely unsuitable for this season, but Talia thinks that nothing is more suitable for her stomach than high-calorie vegetable soup. After all, if she fills her stomach with cold Spanish ham, she might eat a whole pig.

Schiller had already brought a large wooden spoon and without hesitation, he served a large bowl of soup to Talia. When she sat at the table with the bowl in her hand, she looked up at Schiller and said, "I thought your party would be more..."

"More of what?"

"I don't know, just like the ones I've attended before, a heavy long table, a wrinkle-free tablecloth, and a table full of dishes that are more aesthetically pleasing than tasty."

"You have an amazing sense of humor, Miss Talia." Schiller smiled, took the pot further away, and said, "If possible, I would also like to hold a banquet like that, but unfortunately, the heat has swallowed up almost all of Gotham's famous chefs and the guests on the invitation list. The safety of the ingredients is also difficult to guarantee, and the high temperature will cause the meat to rot very quickly."

Talia couldn't help but look at the meat Pamela was processing. The color of the meat was a little strange, darker than the raw meat Pamela had seen before, and there was very little fascia, and almost no blood smell.

"What kind of meat is that?"

"Moose meat, have you eaten it?" Schiller began to place cold dishes on the plate, still cheese, ham, vegetable salad and other dishes, the aroma was completely covered by the hot soup in the pot.

Talia took a sip of the soup in the bowl and let out an uncontrollable sigh. She could feel how much butter was put in it. She even began to thank Russia's history, culture and weather.

"Regarding our previous topic..." Schiller lowered his voice slightly. Talia was not sure if she heard tenderness in that low voice, but she saw Schiller clearly signaled Pamela with his eyes.

Talia asked: "What's wrong?"

"Bruce sent her here, and she didn't want to come."

Talia raised her eyebrows. She thought she understood Schiller's implication. She quickly scooped out the dry food in the soup with a spoon, drank a few sips of soup carefully, and then stood up from the chair next to the picnic table and sat on the small stool next to the barbecue stove.

"Are you Bruce's girlfriend?"

"Obviously I'm not." Pamela glared at Talia fiercely and said, "That's just their rumor."

"Then why are you here for him?"

Pamela lowered her eyes and said, "Because I don't want the rumors to continue."

"Because being Bruce Wayne's girlfriend will bring you unimaginable trouble, huh?" Talia raised her eyebrows, full of indescribable gorgeousness.

"He is deliberately letting this rumor spread." Pamela rubbed her frowning eyebrows with two fingers, with a hint of pain in her tone. She said, "I didn't actually get anything from him, but he made people think that I was with a rich man. When those people made trouble for me because of jealousy, he was very happy. Damn sadist."

Talia retracted her gaze, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded. She began to turn the charcoal in the barbecue, but it seemed that she was just looking for something to do with her hands. Soon she said half-falsely and half-sincerity: "It seems that we all have some trouble with him."

"It's not just the two of us." Pamela snorted coldly, and then said: "Did you know that he has a fiancée?"

Talia certainly knew, but she still acted a little surprised, And said: "Not a girlfriend?"

"No, she used to live in Wayne Manor and helped Bruce take care of the child. It was not his adopted son, but his biological daughter."

All these intelligences showed, but there were still things that Talia had not investigated. Although she did not expect Pamela to have intelligence, she still asked: "Bruce Wayne does not seem to have a marriage history."

"Obviously, it is another victim." The short knife used for boning stabbed into the thigh meat. Pamela lowered her head a little gloomily, continued her actions and said: "Of course, the whole world thinks that his romantic life is justified, and you are also busy squeezing into his bed, aren't you?"

Talia cleverly avoided the topic, but she thought this might be a good opportunity, of course, it has nothing to do with her original plan to get Batman's genes.

Now she realized that if Batman is really a scumbag without moral bottom line, then there is probably no other way except to find a way to knock him out and forcibly get the genes.

But Batman would be wary, so Talia knew she needed to find a way to keep him busy. In short, to make trouble for Batman.

"People laugh at the love history of rich men, because it can't be said that those who are entangled with him are completely innocent." Talia tucked her black hair behind her ears and said, "Most people like his money, and some people just like the vanity of having the world's richest man as a boyfriend, but if he abuses these girls, it's another matter, right?"

"What kind of abuse is it?" Pamela shrugged and said, "He didn't hit me or scold me. People will say that I spread the rumor myself to threaten Bruce so that it would become true."

"In fact, he is doing this." Talia stared at Pamela's eyes, and said: "He enjoys playing with these girls, watching them suffer, and even if they are too difficult to deal with, he will resort to illegal means... Did he drug you?"

Pamela opened her eyes wide and said: "Of course not."

"Really? There are no suspicious times at all? For example, sudden dizziness, lack of concentration, etc."

Pamela pursed her lips and showed a hesitant expression. She shook her head and said: "How to distinguish between that and staying up late and being tired? Please, this is not a court cross-examination."

"Have you discussed these issues with your professor, Pamela?" Schiller asked.

Pamela shook her head and said: "This is my private matter."

"Perhaps he saw this point clearly." Schiller smoothed the wrinkles of the tablecloth and said, "He knows that society will put great pressure on all the opposite sex who stand up to correct him. People will say that you took money and received expensive gifts, so you voluntarily accepted mental abuse. Even if you take a step back, you will only be said to have fallen into the trap of worshipping money and you deserve it."

"No matter what, Pamela." Schiller turned to look at Pamela and said, "Professors at Gotham University will stand on the side of justice and fairness. We will not bow to money or public opinion."

At this time, Talia stood up, she smiled, her eyes sparkled and said, "Professor Schiller, maybe you can introduce me to a good doctor?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Drug residue test."

He became lame after being fooled

(Someone looked in the mirror, I won't say who it was)