Chapter 2265: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty-Nine)

"I'm a doctor, not God." Schiller also picked up the wine glass and shook it and said, "My expertise lies in analysis rather than treatment. Even a personality that is good at treatment needs the cooperation of the patient. Even if you don't cooperate at all, you should at least give the doctor enough time."

Alberto looked up at Schiller's expression, and Schiller also looked at him. After a long silence, Schiller said, "No, you don't owe me anything. You know better than me that Evans would never let me eliminate you. You are his brother."

"But you can go against his wishes."

"I won't." Schiller looked at Alberto and said seriously, "You are standing from the perspective of a latecomer, and judging from the perspective of gains and losses, you think I should think you are an unstable factor, so even if Evans doesn't want to kill you, I should create an accident."

"This is really simple for me. Evans still trusts me. I, as long as I offer to treat him, it would be very easy to eliminate you who was not in an stable state at that time. ”

“But I won’t do that. Such intervention is meaningless.” Schiller looked into Alberto’s eyes and said, “And you are thinking now that if I had done that, Evans would not be at risk of disappearing.”

“Unfortunately, there is no such good thing in this world. It is not that if someone had chosen another path, things would be better now. It is more likely that there would be more serious consequences on the other path.”

“I can tell you responsibly that your existence is one of Evans’s supports. You have delayed the process of his becoming weak. Without you, he might have a mental breakdown faster.”

Alberto suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank a sip of the liquor that had not been completely diluted. He took a breath of cold air because of the spiciness, but he suddenly relaxed.

“What good news.” He said.

Schiller looked at his expression and said, "Do you think I'm just comforting you? Actually, that's not the case."

"As if to distinguish him from you, Evans's personality is almost completely opposite to yours. You should know that such a personality cannot be a godfather."

"The old godfather is eager to find an heir. Evans is not suitable, but the consequence of his failure is not only the decline of the Falconet family, but also the danger to the old godfather and himself."

"In order to save himself and his father, Evans must be able to do it. Do you know how much pressure this will put him under? Even a normal person is likely to collapse because of this extreme situation."

"Your appearance saved him. From a sociological perspective, you saved him from having to take on responsibilities that he was unwilling to take and was unable to take on. From a psychological perspective, the return of the main personality can help him share a lot of mental pressure. When you control his body, he is resting, which reduces his loss and prolongs his life."

"Professor, this is the first time I have an understanding of your professional level." Alberto said.

"How is it?"

"It lives up to its reputation."

"Actually this is not psychotherapy." Schiller smiled and said, "I'm just telling you a fact you may not know, but then we're going to talk about more realistic issues."

"I can't do psychotherapy." Alberto frowned and said, "I can't see a psychiatrist regularly."

"Because you are the Godfather, I fully understand." Schiller nodded and said, "You are not only a leader, but also a symbol and cultural symbol. You must be strong enough and cannot have weaknesses, even if you have them, you can't show them."

"This is completely anti-human, but since the model has not changed, you can only hold on as long as possible. I must say that your stable state is the basic guarantee of order in this city."

"It's almost not." Alberto sighed between the words and said, "The twelve families are getting weaker and weaker. , smart people have begun to put black money into legitimate industries to launder it. "

"I have heard that Harvey said that there have been more and more company registration and equity dispute cases in recent times, and most of them are familiar faces."

"I don't know if it can be landed smoothly. Perhaps the best result is that I will return to Italy and let Evans become a singer."

Schiller looked at Alberto and said seriously: "And if he is reluctant to leave here, then return to Gotham University as a graduate student. He can always come back."

Alberto relaxed a little more. He looked at Schiller and said: "Thank you, professor. Can I take this as a guarantee?"

"Of course, he is my student. At least I can guarantee his safety."

Alberto was silent for a long time, and then he seemed to have made a very important decision. He took another sip of strong liquor. His expression sank, and his sharp eyebrows seemed to be inlaid with a sword.

Schiller knew what he was thinking.

The responsibility of leading the twelve families made Alberto have no time, and he could not go to a psychologist like ordinary people when he had psychological problems. He could not collapse and must always be strong.

But now, the problems Evans faces are serious. His personality is unstable and may dissipate.

In that extreme situation, only Evans chose Alberto. As long as Evans showed any fear and rejection, the old Godfather and Schiller would definitely choose to clear Alberto's personality, but he didn't.

So Alberto couldn't accept Evans' disappearance, and the only way was to come to Schiller for treatment, but that would take time. At least for a while, he had to concentrate on doing this.

This obviously constituted a conflict. Twelve Families or Evans?

This seemed to be a difficult decision, but for Alberto, there was no need to think for a second. The Twelve Families were just dogs in the hands of the Godfather, but Evans was his younger brother.

Gotham's gang order has been weakened to the limit. Now Gotham's development direction has caused the gang to have too many things that cannot be done. In order to fill the gap in the market, the smart gang boss has already begun to transform.

Schiller looked at the expression on Alberto's face and understood that the gang order would not last long.

And Schiller decided to give it a push.

He looked down at his watch, stood up, turned around and walked towards the wall and said, "This is the first time I have held such a large-scale banquet. Many guests are so kind that they come early like you, so I'm afraid I can't talk to you for too long."

"Rodriguez Manor is too small and there are not many reception rooms, so I would like to ask the butler to take you to my office to wait for a while, how about it?"

Alberto heard a hint of unusual meaning, so he didn't stay for long, stood up with a glass of wine, and soon Merkel was called by Schiller.

"Take Mr. Falcone to my office."

Merkel was about to say that the place was not cleaned up yet, but when he saw Schiller's expression, he immediately swallowed his words, said nothing, and left with Alberto.

Alberto soon came to Schiller's office, which was very tidy, so the table with a pile of letters was very eye-catching.

"Sorry, the gentleman just used the table, so he hasn't had time to clean it up." Merkel said tactfully: "He didn't make any arrangements for this, so you can take a look here at will. I have other things to prepare and will be back soon."

"Please."

Merkel left quickly. After he left, Alberto walked behind Schiller's desk and stared at the pile of reply letters on the table. He soon found some familiar names among them, most of which were named after the twelve families.

Alberto took out all the letters with such surnames, and then found that their arrival time was basically similar, but this was understandable. After all, the manors of the gang leaders were mostly concentrated in the North District, and the time from departure to here was about the same.

According to the rules of the Gotham banquet, few VIPs need to be received one-on-one by the host. Most of the guests arrive in a wave, and the host of the banquet comes out to say a few words, and then goes back to wait for the next wave.

In this way, it is necessary for people from the same circle to arrive together, because it is easier to find their place. If you bump into people from other circles, it is easy to cause yourself to be ignored.

The hand holding the edge of the letter paused, and a dangerous idea appeared in Alberto's mind. The next second he thought that Schiller asked him to come here for this reason.

Alberto quickly walked to the phone opposite the office and said to the other side: "Cobert, let the follow-up convoy arrive 20 minutes in advance."

Cobert's slightly puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone, "But we have already written in the reply letter..."

"I have already greeted the professor in advance."

"Okay, sir, your wife will meet you soon."

Alberto sighed, his fingertips were cold and his chest was hot.

Lex stood in the corridor not far from the reception room. This distance was not enough for him to hear what was said in the room, but Merkel's departure made him understand that something happened that was beyond Schiller's plan.

Lex made a bold decision. He walked directly to the reception room and knocked on the door.

From the interval of more than ten seconds between the response, it can be seen that the people in the room were surprised by the knocking.

"Please come in." Schiller said in a deep voice.

The door opened and Lex walked in. Now he could really see the surprise on Schiller's face.

But he was not surprised. Normally, he would never appear here at this moment. He should stay in the previous room and wait for the banquet to start.

Lex did do this before because it was a very safe approach. Even if he wanted to take risks, he would not leave the previous floor, because if he walked too far, there was a risk of messing up his clothes, and it was impolite to barge into the manor without permission.

What's more, Lex was reminded by Merkel that the reception room was being used. Even when a family with real blood relations was dealing with serious matters, they could not be suspected of eavesdropping. Smart people would stay away.

But Lex thought he could slightly magnify the influence of emotional factors in the decision. He was not one of those mentally ill people. His emotions were normal. As long as he wanted, he could use them.

"What's wrong?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

Lex exhaled, lowered his eyes and said, "Nothing, I'm just a little nervous."

Schiller walked over, closed the door with his hand, stood beside Lex, and walked him forward with his arm on his back.

Schiller didn't ask why, nor did he act as if this was ridiculous. He just walked Lex over and sat down and said, "Will alcohol make you better?"

Lex saw the whiskey in Schiller's glass, shook his head and said, "I can't drink strong liquor before the party, alcohol may make me do something irrational."

"Then stay here for a while?"

"With you?"

"Of course."

Schiller sat down, always looking at Lex. He was about to say something when Merkel knocked on the door and walked in with an unbelievable look on her face and said.

"Sir, there is an unexpected visitor. She is waiting for you in the master bedroom."

Schiller frowned slightly.

Lex's ears stood up.