Chapter 1815: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Nine)

Almost no one comes to the basement of Rodriguez Manor. Even Merkel is not allowed to enter. Only Schiller or a certain personality of Schiller comes here.

Master Andrew's body was casually thrown on the cold ground. Pamela smelled a strange smell as soon as she walked in.

But this is not unexpected. The highest temperature today is close to 40 degrees. Even the cellar, which is always cool, has a temperature of about 27 or 28 degrees. The decay rate of human corpses is faster than that of most animals.

"It looks like the ingredients are not fresh." Pamela frowned and said, "Are you sure it is still edible?"

Schiller glanced at the corpse on the ground and said indifferently, "No, Miss, that is not our ingredient. It was inedible at the moment of his death. At best, it can only be used as bait."

Pamela looked at Schiller and felt a little confused. She didn't know what Schiller meant, but she was really not interested in getting close to the corpse that was constantly changing towards a high degree of decay.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside the corridor door of the cellar room. Pamela turned around suddenly and saw a figure wearing a cloak in the shadow of the corridor.

"You killed Andrew?" A sharp and hoarse voice sounded, with the mysterious meaning of a magician, but Pamela looked at her with a hint of sympathy.

The figure walked out of the darkness, and the hood was taken off by a pair of pale hands. The goat horns between the black hair were very obvious. It was a woman with the blood of a succubus, and Pamela swore that she saw the most dissatisfied expression on Schiller's face so far.

"Are you a half-blood? Not a complete human?" Schiller turned around and looked at the half-succubus that appeared outside the door. His eyes stayed on the tail that was swinging back and forth behind her for a moment, but the succubus who came over was unaware. She said, "Although Andrew is stupid, that foreigner named Strange is not qualified to decide the future of the magic world."

"Don't let demons contact humans at will, what a joke!" The half-succubus sneered and said, "Do we have to associate with those weak ordinary people from now on, running around for a little food every day? Without the power of demons, what is the difference between magicians and ordinary people?"

Just then, another skinny figure walked out from behind the half-succubus, and took off the hood with even drier fingers, revealing an old face with ravines.

Schiller called out his name calmly: "Undead Mage Kaz, you are still alive."

"It's not that easy for those winged rats to kill me like this." Kaz laughed twice like a ghost, and said: "Death, corruption, filth, I am an expert in playing with these things, they just live longer."

"Sallya, don't talk nonsense with him, take Andrew's body, I can use it to curse the person who killed him, the Supreme Mage? We will see him in the Blackest Abyss soon!"

The next second, the cellar was dark, and Pamela didn't see how Schiller disappeared at all.

Half an hour later, Strange walked down the stairs of the manor, holding his still aching head. He saw Schiller setting the table and said, "They are not easy to deal with. There will be endless trouble."

"Can you tell me what you have investigated recently?" Schiller inserted a bunch of daisies into a transparent vase with light green patterns, placed it in the center of the table runner in front of the dining table, and then began to fold the napkin in a complicated way.

"The erosion of the devil is much deeper than we imagined. Some people have almost completely lost their self, but they think they have, and they think their choices are all out of their will, but the fact is just the opposite."

"This situation often occurs in magicians with devil blood. The thicker the blood, the more eroded it is. Andrew's ability to become a great wizard is not unrelated to his blood."

Strange walked to the opposite side of Schiller, picked up a napkin, and folded the napkin in the same way as Schiller. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and sniffed, not sure if he smelled a subtle smell of blood in the air.

He regarded it as an illusion and said, "We all got one thing wrong. Although the young people who were seduced by power were violent and impulsive and would do anything for power, the great wizard with the blood of the devil was the real threat."

"When I realized this, it was too late. They gathered together blatantly and said that none of us could represent the will of mankind. We should vote or raise our hands to vote, otherwise the magic defense network would never be completed."

"They said they have the freedom to pursue power, the freedom to know the truth and communicate with the outside world. They said that the magic defense network is our cage. We should use a more gentle way to negotiate with the devil on an equal footing."

Schiller looked up at Strange. The expression on Strange's face was as if he was about to laugh. He knew that these remarks would not have any effect on Strange at all. This extreme human supremacist would not listen to these nonsense at all.

"My only mistake was that I didn't expect that even if I forcibly completed the magic defense network, some demons and angels could still communicate with them through the blood they left in the bodies of human descendants. Andrew and several other surviving great wizards were bewitched, and perhaps there are more people. Those maggots expelled by the magic world are also eyeing them in the dark."

"So you plan to kill Andrew?"

"This is just the beginning." Strange gently put down the meticulously folded napkin. Schiller's eyes fell on the edge of the extremely neatly folded napkin, revealing a smile.

"Whoever answers the summons of the devil will die." Strange said without hesitation: "No matter what the heirs of this world think, or they want to describe me as a tyrant in history books, that is not what I want to consider."

"But obviously the facts are more difficult than you think." Schiller also put down the folded napkin and said: "Not which ones, but how many are left."

"Maybe none are left." Strange's face became very gloomy. He said: "When I went to kill Andrew, he obviously had received the news, and few people knew my plan. They are all untrustworthy."

"In addition, they will sooner or later target you." Strange looked at Schiller's scattered gray eyes without fear and said: "They know you are not simple, so they may not attack you, but you are not alone in this world."

Schiller knew that he was talking to the Schiller he knew, or at least to the one who brought him to this world. Professor Schiller said that Schiller did not directly tell him not to worry, he just said: "Many times, brutal killing cannot solve all problems."

"Is it a good thing to keep them alive?" Strange said a little irritably: "If you don't kill all the betrayers, there will only be more and more betrayers."

Schiller shook his head and said: "The key is the method."

"Death brings the most powerful deterrent."

"People who are connected with demons are always fearless, because physical death is not the end for them." Schiller stretched out his hand and adjusted the angle of the flowers with his fingers, and said: "Useless killing only increases your own consumption. If you don't have dramatic creative inspiration, don't spend your energy on slaughtering."

Strange really didn't understand it. He found that the Schiller in front of him was different from anyone he knew. Although they had met in the Mind Tower, that obviously couldn't let Strange understand him more.

"No matter what, if Schiller's friends are hurt, it's the consequence of your inaction as you are using this body now." Strange emphasized: "They will definitely do it, and they also want to scare us by killing."

"They have already done it." Schiller left the table and walked towards the door of the restaurant. Merkel walked in quickly along the corridor and handed Schiller a piece of paper.

Suddenly Strange turned his head to look at the French window of the restaurant. There was a slight noise in the garden. Between the swaying shadows of the trees, several figures approached here.

Strange was alert instantly, but Schiller walked to the garden door and opened it for the visitor.

The leader was Deathstroke, followed by Constantine and Zatanna.

"We should have caught up, right?" Deathstroke sighed, rubbed the dirt on his shoes on the doormat, and greeted Schiller like every dusty guest who came from afar.

Zatanna looked as confused as Strange. She also walked into the restaurant, but looked at Schiller and said, "What is going on? Why did this strange guy create a highway bombing, kidnap us, and send us here?"

"Thank you." Schiller handed the paper he had just received to Deathstroke and said, "I am sure that no one alive has seen this list except me. Your family will be very safe."

"Burn it." Deathstroke waved his hand and said, "I will always be a hard worker. How many times have I worked for you?"

Schiller handed the paper in his hand to Zatanna and made a ignition gesture. Although Zatanna had not figured out the whole situation, she still ignited the paper and burned it.

Schiller's eyes fell on Constantine. Constantine just exchanged a look with him and fell silent.

Schiller said, "I know you have a lot of doubts. There is still some time before the party starts, so we can talk slowly."

"John's bookstore rents Harley's house. I think you should remember that after it was destroyed and you renovated it, Harley went to check the house."

Constantine nodded.

"She didn't go to see the decoration standards." Schiller held the red wine bottle with both hands and looked at the words on the bottle, and said, "You should know that she has special abilities, right?"

"He has obtained a magical dark energy. I have never seen such substantial darkness, so I can't judge." Zatanna frowned and said

"She wants to go to the bookstore to find some magic books to read, but she knows that with you, you won't let her get in touch with those dangerous knowledge, so she doesn't want you to know, but just plans to sneak a few books away." Schiller looked at Zatanna and said.

Zatanna's frown deepened, and he heard Schiller say, "But she found strange magic marks on the second floor of your bookshelf."

"John can't use magic now, and you are not good at identifying hidden marks, but Harley is particularly talented in detectives, and she immediately realized that you were being watched."

Zatanna frowned. She was trying to recall whether she had seen any suspicious people recently, but she was not a detective like Batman after all, and she was busy with Constantine recently, so she did not pay attention to the wrong things in her life.

"Someone wants to kidnap you to threaten me, so as to affect the completion of the earth's magic defense network."

"And I asked this excellent mercenary to create an explosion before they do anything to you. The magic world will think that you were found by old enemies and died without a complete body. It's a simple trick of pretending to die to get rid of attention."

Schiller turned his head to look at the corridor behind the restaurant door. Merkel had already walked over with a plate, and a very exquisite meal was placed on the table.

Zatanna looked at a steak on the table, moved her nose and said, "Are you really going to have a party? ... It smells so good, what kind of meat is this?"

"Moose meat." Schiller lowered his eyes to observe the pattern on the steak, and said, "It is extraordinarily strong when alive."

Then he raised his eyes to meet Strange's eyes and said, "Although wild beasts are defeated by fullness, they are more afraid of hunger. Humans use this to lure them, and then there are domestic animals."