As the winter progressed, the rain in Gotham did not abate, and the rain slid down the eaves) When it fell in the garden, the leaves of the delicate garden plants were beaten down, and the soft branches bent down, clinging to the ground, and wailing helplessly.

Merkel put on a raincoat and walked out with an umbrella, and Schiller, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, looked up and asked him, "What's wrong?" Where are you going? ”

"Sir, the rain is too rapid to-night for the newly transplanted plants in the garden to be unbearable, so I'll go and put up the canopy lest they won't survive this winter."

Schiller shook his head and said helplessly: "Even if it doesn't rain, they won't survive this winter, I'm afraid they won't survive this night at all......"

"Merkel. I told you a long time ago, Gotham is not a city where you can use your gardening skills, those delicate European seedlings, only suitable for growing in the gardens of European nobles, Gotham? This will only be their grave. ”

Merkel sighed softly and said: "In the previous month, when there was some sunshine, they grew well, but I didn't expect that in the past week, the dark clouds have not left the city." ”

"Even if you can't survive all of them, at least you have to keep the few plants you have left, after all. How can there be no flowers in the garden of the manor? ”

Schiller shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything, Merkel took her umbrella and went out.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the parlor, Schiller could see that as soon as he went out, the wind broke the umbrella bone, and the force of the wind blew the umbrella surface, carrying Merkel into the tree behind him, and the roots of the tree on the ground tripped him over.

When he stood up again, Merkel threw aside the broken umbrella as if she was angry, put on the hat of her raincoat, and walked back, Schiller smiled and said: "Why do you say this, can't you make it again tomorrow morning?" It's a typhoon tonight......"

With that, he closed the book, walked to the door, and glanced at the garden behind him.

The situation there is indeed not optimistic, not only the newly transplanted plants, but also the many Rosaceae plants left by the previous owner of the estate, as well as the dense shrubs, which are not growing very well, at this time, crumbling in the roar of the typhoon.

Schiller turned back, came to the cloakroom next to the stairs, took out two umbrellas, and handed one of them to Merkel, Merkel took the umbrella and looked at him with some doubts, Schiller shrugged his shoulders and said:

"We're going to have to rescue the plants, and looking at the weather, the gardeners in Gotham must be very busy tomorrow, and you can't expect the broad ladies of the manor district to go and rescue their gardens on a rainy night like this."

Schiller himself put on his raincoat and took his umbrella and went into the garden, where the cold wind rattled his raincoat, but the umbrella was very strong, and it was not moved by the wind and rain.

The garden of Rodriguez Manor is the largest in the manor area, and it is said that the original owner was very fond of gardening, although Schiller did not know how an orthodox Gotham man cultivated this hobby, but when he bought the manor, he spent a third more for this beautiful garden.

Schiller had almost no habit of cultivation, and after obtaining this large garden, he also wanted to plant something, but the final result could not be said to be spring and autumn fruits, but only boundless falling trees. J。

However, Schiller made up a lot of cultivation knowledge before he started cultivating, but after he did, he found that cultivating a horticultural hobby in Gotham was still a bit too luxurious, and most of the native plants here have gone through generations of survival of the fittest to adapt to the harsh environment here.

The rain in Gotham is equal for all life, humans will go crazy for it, animals will be vicious for it, and plants, they haven't had any terrible mutations for the time being, thank God, and it's too demanding to make them delicate.

After several unsuccessful attempts to transplant new plants, Schiller stopped tossing the garden, but after batcat and Pikachu damaged most of the manor's buildings, Schiller had to move back to school for a while.

The house can be repaired if it is broken, and even, Schiller can change the room layout that he didn't like very much, to the way he wants, and by the way, the decoration style is unified, but the only pity is the big garden, after the collapse of the building, a lot of plants were damaged, and they all died before they spent a winter.

Schiller's manor house is a typical English manor house, with a three-sided patio overhead, a hall on the left and a reception room on the right.

On the south side of the living room is a row of taller, slender panes for daylight, while on the north side is a full curved floor-to-ceiling window, followed by a door to the garden, which opens out onto the garden.

In other words, as soon as the guests enter the reception room and wait, they can see the garden, which is what attracted Schiller when he came to see the house.

Pushing open the heavy door, the sunlight pours down from the patio, and when you enter the reception room, the slightly taller slender glass cuts the sunlight into a slender shape, and when it is projected into the room, it is warm and not dazzling.

Sit on the sofa in the reception room and look around to see the garden in full bloom.

Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the Rosaceae climbing on the trellises, then the reeds and half of the pond, then the winding paths of the hedges, the trees in the middle of the courtyard, and the white pavilions in the distance.

This floor-to-ceiling window pane is like a picture frame, framing the most beautiful scene in the entire estate garden.

But after the destruction of the garden, the trellis used for the climbing plants collapsed, and the lower climbing plants survived, but the roses that had grown for many years were almost all destroyed, the bricks on the periphery of the pond were broken, and the reeds were crooked.

The flower pavilions and trees in the distance are fine, but without the backdrop of the foreground, they are even more desolate.

Merkel's favorite thing when he came was the view of the large garden, and according to him, he had learned the skills of a gardener in the housekeeper's school, so that Schiller, who sat in the reception room reading the newspaper, could often be seen shuttling through the garden with flower shears.

But since the destruction of the Great Garden, Schiller was too busy keeping an eye on the children at the Vocational Education Institute to return to the estate, and Merkel called him to purchase a batch of horticultural plants from Europe and plant them in the last transplanting season.

The result can be imagined, after two seasons of devastation, through the biggest rainstorm in the music industry in ten years, eighty percent of the transplanted plants have not even waited for a round of flowering, they have returned to the arms of Mother Earth, and the remaining two percent barely survived, and the state is also getting worse.

Standing in the midst of the storm, Schiller looked at the few flower seedlings tied up with strings to correct their growth, and sighed helplessly, he felt that these only remaining plants might not survive tonight.

At this time, Merkel came over with the materials of the canopy, and Schiller took a gardening shovel and two canopy supports from him, walked to the other side of the garden, loosened the soil shovel, and buried the supports.

After buying all the brackets on all four sides, hang the canopy on it, and after Schiller hung the canopy on the brackets, he wrapped it around with a rope a few times, and after fixing it, he walked to the other side and fixed that side as well.

"I feel like we're doing useless work." Schiller said as he tied the canopy: "This is only satisfying our sympathies, and it does nothing to help these poor plants." ”

"What did you say?!" Merkel, on the other side of the garden, shouted, the wind and rain obscured their voices, so they had to speak in a louder voice, and Schiller repeated it while tying the rope:

"I say! I don't think it's at all use! We can't stay here every night, they're going to die in the rain sooner or later!"

"But we have to do something, don't we?!" Merkel tightened the collar of her raincoat, buttoned her hat a little tighter, squinted her eyes that blew in the rain, and then exclaimed: "Last time!" When Alfred came to pick up Aisha! Shake your head at the floor-to-ceiling window and sigh! He must have studied at the housekeeper academy on me! Some opinions have been generated!"

Schiller knotted the rope in his hand, pushed the knot hard against the bracket, and shouted with the same loudness: "I think! He probably has an opinion about me! Because, Aisha hasn't learned to call his name yet! But they learned to call my name!"

"Oh damn !!" Merkel staggered and shook her hand vigorously, and Schiller glanced over there and said, "What's wrong?" Are you running out of rope? ”

"No, there's a wooden spike on this damn stand that has stuck in my palm, I'm probably going to have to bandage it!" Knife Merkel frowned, looked at his palm, and grinned.

Schiller just wanted to speak, a strong wind hit, Merkel retracted both hands, did not hold the bracket, a gust of wind blew over, and the canopy, which had been propped up, just like the previous umbrella, suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground.

Schiller let go, took a step back, and watched as the bracket and canopy smashed against the poor flower seedlings.

Then, he shook his head and said, "It seems that I am still too conservative, and they may not even survive the first half of the night......"

The two returned to the manor together, Merkel took off her raincoat and went upstairs to bandage her wounds, while Schiller stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw the fallen canopy, rolled on the ground by the strong wind, like a spider monster full of destruction, and after flying outside the garden, the cobblestone path and the lawn in front of it were all in a mess.

After Merkel came down, Schiller walked back to the sofa and said: "I thought that this garden would survive until Aisha learned the word 'garden', but I didn't expect it to be destroyed so soon......"

Merkel showed a guilty expression, and said: "I shouldn't have thought about rescuing those flower seedlings, tomorrow morning, not only will I have to clean up the canopy, but I will also have to re-pave the cobblestone path, and the fence and bushes next to it seem to be a little broken, oh my God!"

Speaking of this, he hurriedly walked to the phone and said, "I hope God forgive me for calling Bigfoot so late and asking him to help introduce the gardener......"

After that, he picked up the telephone receiver and dialed, listening to Merkel and his acquaintances communicate the time when the gardener and the maintenance worker came to the door, and Schiller walked to the floor-to-ceiling window again, wanting to observe how the canopy, which resembles a spider monster, destroys the garden.

Now that the canopy had been blown under the oak tree in the middle of the garden, the oak's thick roots blocking the spider's legs of the bracket and weakening its fangs and claws, it seemed that the path of destruction should have stopped.

Schiller was about to turn away when he saw a dark figure jump from the roof of the manor to the oak tree, and then from the branch of the oak tree.

And when it landed, the cloak hung right on the erected canopy support, like a mosquito caught by a terrible spider monster, or rather...... Bat.

In the first second of being hung up, Batman didn't even realize why he was hanging in the air, he had walked this road countless times, and it was almost impossible for anything to go wrong?

But soon, he realized that it was not him who had a problem, but Schiller's estate.

Looking at the manor, which seemed to have been ravaged by giant monsters, the moment he met Schiller, who was standing quietly in the floor-to-ceiling window with a calm face, Batman was surprised to find that he was actually relieved.

Not for Schiller, but for some monster who may have attacked Schiller's estate, and for himself.