Chapter 2256: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty)

Chapter 2230: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty)

Schiller withdrew his gaze from Lex.

But Lex felt that the air in the room suddenly became heavy.

This was a very bad sign. Lex suddenly realized what he had just done. He tried to act hurt by Schiller's rejection, hoping that Schiller would feel guilty and waver.

God, what on earth was he doing? Trying to psychologically influence a psychology expert?

Then he suddenly came to his senses. This should not be a stupid decision made by him because he ate too much salmon and parasites invaded his brain. So he looked at Schiller in doubt.

"I'm thinking about a question, Mr. Luther." Schiller didn't look at him, but stared at the plate in front of him and said, "It's also the question I've been thinking about since you made a request to me. Why is it 'The Godfather'?"

"My father is a devout Catholic..."

"Do you want me to atone for killing him?"

Lex's hair stood on end instantly.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment. Anyway, if he didn't finish the second half of the sentence, or Schiller didn't want to hear him finish, the main course of the next meal would not be salmon.

"I mean, when he was still alive, I heard him say that I couldn't have a godfather, otherwise someone would notice my abnormality, and he killed two priests for this."

The air loosened a little.

When Lex's shoulders drooped, the whole person seemed to have just been pulled out of the water.

No, he was not a professor. After Lex's sanity recovered a little, he realized that the situation had completely changed. He was now standing between the two rows of lion's teeth. He still had the strength to hold it open because the lion was not hungry.

But he couldn't ignore the elephant in the room.

"Professor, please believe that I have no intention of doing this. I have no feelings for my father, and I don't even have many memories. The occasional flashes of fragments are also very vague because he overdosed me with drugs."

"My memory almost started when I met you." Lex paused. The huge pressure forced him to hand over more cards. He didn't have many cards.

"The moment I woke up, I anchored myself - my life was divided into two sections. When I was born, I was baptized by my biological father and became Alexander Luther. When you appeared, I accepted a new wisdom and sober revelation and became myself."

"Do you see the religious meaning in it?"

"Yes, new education and new ideas will lead a life to become a new person. The person who brought me all this is destined to have a more complicated relationship with me than blood. My worship of him must be theological."

"This is a very interesting view." Schiller commented: "As a saved person, you will magnify the divinity of the benefactor who saved you."

"I praise his nobility."

"You only praise your luck."

Lex suddenly looked up at Schiller.

"In fact, you don't respect anyone, and the basis of all your views is yourself." Schiller gently tucked the square scarf and said, "You only see me as a miracle that you are favored."

"I don't believe in religion."

"You don't believe in God either." Schiller said slowly: "You think you are God, so when you want to move, everything paves the way for you."

"If this is true, I don't need anything to prove it." Lex immediately found the loophole.

"You are not trying to prove yourself, you just want to give me a favor." Schiller picked up a piece of fish very slowly and said, "You want me to connect with you and accept me."

"Even if I temporarily surpass you, guide you, and protect you, I will be like the guide Jesus met when he came to the world. One day, I will watch you rise high and benefit from my achievements."

"You need me to watch and record the whole process, record every divine passage."

"Birth, suffering, breaking free, walking, accepting, ascending... In the script you wrote, I am the first and the last. I am the father and the son, the beginning and the end, the birth and the death."

"You want not only to become a god, but to become the most perfect god with complete rituals, in accordance with the laws of the world, and recognized by everyone."

Lex stood up and Schiller looked up at him.

After being stared at by those desolate gray eyes, much of the anger was dissipated, and Lex sat down again powerlessly.

"You can read minds."

"Bruce said so too." Schiller picked up the cutlery and slowly fiddled with the food on the plate, his leisurely posture made people grit their teeth.

But this successfully stopped Lex from talking. He didn't want to hold the same opinion as Bruce Wayne, but this time he had to admit that Wayne was right.

No one, whether normal or crazy, could imagine how Schiller knew these things. There was no basis for this, and the probability of being able to guess so accurately was completely zero. This should not happen at all.

Even if Schiller could read minds, he shouldn't be able to read so accurately and in detail. Luther was sure that all his plans were kept in memory fragments in different categories, and it would take him several days to find them all.

Then in this man's mouth, the huge plan became the shortest, most precise summary. He himself might not be able to summarize it so accurately. Lex even wanted to say thank you.

"So..." Schiller opened his mouth and uttered a syllable.

Lex took a deep breath, adjusted the collar of his shirt, sat up as straight as possible, and then waited for another rejection, and then expulsion, or...

Lex knew very well how serious the existence of this assumption was to Schiller's dignity. If he could still walk out of here alive today, then there would be a storm waiting for him.

This was not even a move away from chess. Lex thought, even if he was given another ten years, he would not be able to guess how Schiller guessed his idea out of thin air. This was a qualitative difference.

If you didn't see it at the beginning, and blindly acted and provoked, you could only bear the consequences, and there was no other choice.

Schiller seemed to have no interest in the food. He left the table and Lex didn't look back.

After a while, he felt Schiller appear behind him. The alarm bells in his brain rang loudly, and every cell in his body was clamoring to escape, but he was stiff and couldn't move.

A hand passed over his side, and when his heart rate reached its peak, the empty goblet was placed in front of Lex.

Schiller stood beside Lex's chair, turning the cork of the red wine bottle. He looked down at Lex and said, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Luther, you just made some obscure hints or some restrained assumptions before."

The red wine flowed into the glass. Lex saw that the hand holding the bottle was very steady. The way it exerted force was not like a scholar holding a pen all day long. It was full of indescribable power, which made people have many violent associations.

Lex's body was tightly pressed against the back of the chair, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from the hand. He didn't have any special empathy, but his superior intelligence told him that it could be a limb or a weapon.

"Yes." Lex decided to answer the question: "Out of courtesy, I don't want anyone to be embarrassed by this."

"So if you formally ask me, how would you ask?"

A complete death question, Lex's breathing became a little faster. After he and Schiller both knew the metaphor behind this request, if he asked it again, it would be like dancing on Schiller's dignity minefield.

But if he didn't ask, he couldn't drag the topic to an irrelevant direction. This trick only worked when the other party was patient. When he was impatient, it would only make the sashimi he became cut thinner.

"I won't be so rude, professor. No matter how I ask, it will sound like a request rather than a request."

"I'm mentally prepared."

Lex closed his eyes.

He felt the glass being handed to him, and he had to take it. When he took it, he opened his eyes and saw Schiller pouring wine into another glass.

Lex decided that it was better to suffer a short pain than a long one, but he was very careful in his wording and decided to focus the phrase on Schiller to avoid adding more bad impressions of self-centeredness.

"Professor Rodriguez, can I have the honor of asking you to be my godfather?"

After asking, he was relieved and quickly packed up and left. Lex had had enough. He warned himself that he must not be curious about how Schiller guessed his idea, otherwise he would be the next Bruce Wayne.

He was not interested in this, and he didn't consider it. He just thought that Schiller had the ability to read minds. He would walk around here in the future, and he would leave quickly.

Then he felt the glass in his hand was gently touched, and he looked up and saw Schiller's smile.

"My pleasure, dear Mr. Godson."

Lex was hit hard.

He was completely stunned.

But it was not the kind of surprise that fell from the sky. If you have to say it, he was a bit like the pie that fell from the sky, with excessive weightlessness and dizziness after landing.

What did he just do?

He asked Schiller if he was willing to be his godfather.

God, what is he doing? !

This is a trap that even a three-year-old child would not fall for. You are asked to repeat the first five words of the question of who you like most, dad or mom, and then you can get a satisfactory answer. What is the difference between this and lying to children?

Lex didn't know why he could still be fooled in his 20s.

But wait, Schiller agreed.

Why did he agree?

Lex couldn't help but glance at Schiller's plate. He would rather suspect that Schiller had eaten too much salmon and parasites got into his brain, rather than think that he was really happy to play this role.

"You must be wondering why I agreed."

Schiller walked back to his seat with a glass of wine, but did not sit down. He just stood beside the tableware, straightened the knife and fork with his hands, and said with his head down.

"But after eliminating all impossible answers, what you think is the truth - I admire your design, which is full of artistic sense of theological metaphors. Sooner or later, you will achieve your plan because you have enough talent."

"Lex, this idea is beautiful. Thank you for your invitation. It is my honor to play an important role in it."