"The capital you have gives you a class gap between you and the people you pity, and brings you more power than them, and you want to use this power to take responsibility and create a happy life for them."

"But in fact, the people's happy life is neither created by the capitalists, nor does it need to be created by the capitalists."

"The capitalists don't create anything, they just exploit and suck blood in the process of creating a happy life for the people."

"You think that you have so much power, but you don't abuse it, but do everything you can to benefit the people, but in fact, the power you have gained is based on the exploitation of your people."

"That's why, there are no good-hearted capitalists in this world, and the wealth they use to spread good-hearted money is drawn from the veins of the proletariat, including you, Batman."

"The wealth you have, the high-tech equipment, all the investment you put into saving the people, is actually from the people."

Schiller walked across from Batman, and when the gray and blue eyes met each other, it was like waves crashing against the walls of a dam.

Schiller looked at Batman and said, "I told you that you should invest all your wealth to save all mankind and help them achieve ultimate happiness."

"You made this difficult decision, and therefore you feel very great and very dedicated."

"But in fact, you are not great, and this is not a dedication, these things you give are what the people deserve."

"Just like now, you led the demons to take over the mines, overthrew the rule of the corrupt generals, and you became the new owner of the mines, and as a result, have more power, but this should not belong only to you, but to every demon who has labored and shed blood in the process."

Schiller tilted his head, stared into Batman's eyes and said, "Your eyes are telling me that you're not convinced."

"You're thinking that they would never wake up without you, and you're thinking that you've also bled and fought on the battlefield and even achieved more results than them."

"Indeed, you have acted as a guide, and naturally you should have your reward, but is this reward really so much that you should take the fruits of the labor of everyone else?"

Schiller leaned a little closer, looked at Batman's blue eyes and said:

"I think your mind should be filled with all kinds of negative emotions right now for this kind of conclusion of mine."

"So, answer me, Batman, does this negativity come from your greed for capital or your arrogance towards the people?"

"Let go of me!" Batman growled, his lips furrowed in a very rare way, his teeth bared, like a beast in self-defense, and he repeated, "Let go of me! Clown! Otherwise, you're dead!"

Schiller took two steps back, gave a very bright smile, and said, "Did you see that? Do you feel it?"

Batman's forehead was bruised, his arm muscles were swollen, and the chains were loosened by him, but in the next second, he was suddenly stunned.

He kept gasping for breath, as if it had taken a lot of physical effort, and then he finally calmed down and said in a trance, "...... Why?"

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller asked very patiently.

Batman didn't speak, he hung silently on the stone pillar, like a piece of bacon in the corner of the butcher's shop that had been in the corner for the longest time, but the most disagreeable.

"I think you've found the answer." Schiller's tone softened suddenly, like that of a real teacher, and he said, "You should already understand why we are reluctant to talk to you about this subject."

"Not because you are a capitalist now, but because, from the beginning to the end, you did not want to be a proletariat."

"You're terrified of this identity." Schiller commented, saying, "Perhaps, not because of your greed for capital, nor because of your arrogance towards the people, but because of the psychological trauma that makes you afraid of the inability to change."

"You don't want to face the death of your parents, but you can't do anything about it,

This kind of tragedy happens again, and I don't want to feel powerless again in the face of such a thing."

"You feel that the proletariat is powerless, that it has no knowledge, no wealth, no weapons, nothing, and the more you understand the cruelty of reality, the more you feel that they are unable to resist...... You're scared of it."

Batman lowered his head, he remained silent, but Schiller spoke: "The feeling of powerlessness often comes from low or weakened internal drive, and the growth of internal drive requires a sense of security."

Schiller sighed and said, "Actually, I don't want to say this, it sounds too old-fashioned from the last century, but it really suits your situation."

"Money, technology, and equipment can't bring you a real sense of security, capital can't be your only hope, and capital can't be anyone's only hope."

"You need to care, understand and trust, you have to have someone to love you, and you have to love someone."

Batman closed his eyes, he was silent, Schiller didn't intend to force him to speak, he tilted his head to the demon standing at the entrance of the cave, the demon stepped forward and unchained, Schiller shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I'm used to taking a little bit of immobilization with my patients to prevent them from escaping, they often run away, and I don't know why, they're always so timid, and I'm treating them according to the normal process, and it feels pretty good, right?"

Batman who landed on the ground half-knelt on the ground, coughed twice, looking very weak, Schiller's hands were in the pockets of his suit pants, looked at him condescendingly, and said with some puzzlement: "Look, you are always like this, and you can't hold on to the treatment process in less than an hour."

"Don't be paralyzed there, it's like you're saying I'm an unprofessional violent doctor, but this is the first very formal psychotherapy I've ever given you."

"I've used almost all the techniques I've learned, and so far, no one has been treated like this, and if you act like you've been abused, I'll go back and burn your medical records to prevent you from mentioning me in your autobiography in the future, and I'll have to respond to you in my autobiography."

Schiller's tone was very relaxed, Batman hadn't heard it in a long time, and he remembered that the last time Schiller was so relaxed was when he was a freshman, when he had a party with Schiller, and there were Harvey, Gordon, and Victor.

They gathered around a table and talked and laughed, and at that time, Schiller was also very good at this slightly ironic cold humor, acting more like an Englishman.

These scenes kept lingering in Batman's mind, making him even more trance-like, and when he saw his expression, Schiller shook his head, then turned and walked forward, he said, "Don't expect me to help you, my fusion process is not complete yet, if you don't want to hear that madman laugh in your head in the middle of the night, it's better to get up and walk by yourself."

Batman staggered to his feet, and he glanced back at the mine, where the commotion had been quelled.

The two red demons did not succeed, Morun was not a very shrewd opponent, and Merkel, although young, was much more experienced than him, and was subdued by Merkel the moment he pulled out his dagger.

Merkel walked back with a trembling hexagon, stroking it and comforting him with his tentacles, while listening to him talk about the plan of Moren and his companions to assassinate Batman.

Merkel just laughed at the plan and didn't take it to heart, and it was difficult for this group of miner slaves who were trapped in the mine all day to come up with a decent strategy.

In this world, no wise decision-making comes from all day's fantasy, and the closed environment dooms some of their little tricks to be clumsy and lame, not to mention the battle-experienced Alfred, even Merkel, can be easily debunked.

Finding that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Schiller all the way and left the mine, and they walked up the road halfway up the mountain, back to the gate of General Rotten Heart's castle, standing outside the gate, Schiller turned to look at Batman and said, "What are you following?"

"The psychotherapy is over, and while I don't pay on the hour, you'd better not expect any freebies." Schiller shook his head and smiled, politely as if he had refused to be rude

The customer's cashier.

Just as Schiller turned around and approached the castle gates, he heard Batman's voice behind him, "I want to go in for a while."

"Don't play dumb with me, I know you're not hurt, and there's still a lot of work to do......" Schiller paused, then showed a look of sudden realization, and said:

"Oh, I almost forgot, General Rotten Heart has provided me with a lot of help, so I should also take over his duties, according to the original script, when you storm the Demon King's castle and kill him, you will find a letter in his office."

After speaking, Schiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him, and said, "This is a handwritten letter written by the wife of the demon lord Belial, the queen of this country, to General Rotten Heart."

"This corrupt general, it seems that the Empress is the cousin of the Empress, or they have some other blood relationship, this Empress named Lady Darth, in the letter, said that the newly appointed National Teacher has taken her place in the heart of His Majesty Belle, and His Majesty Beret is beginning to distrust her."

"Of course, there are ...... mentioned here," Schiller said, pointing to the letter, "the name of this national teacher is Schiller, of course, it is not me, but one of the many Schillers you have seen running out of the tower."

"According to Lady Das's information, these Schillers went to different demon lords and assisted them, and it was they who started the war in hell, and it seems that the purpose was to fight for the tower in the middle of the battlefield."

At this point, Schiller closed the letter and said, "I will not read the rest of the content, but the empress really cannot count on his cousin, because I have found too much fat under the skin of the corrupt general, who has been at ease for too long, and I am afraid that he will not be able to provide any military help to his anxious cousin."

"Of course, he can't, you can." Schiller stepped forward, slipped the letter into Batman's arms, and said, "Next, you have to pay for the most professional counseling you just received in the world."

"When I'm in trouble, none of those cold and ruthless fellows are willing to stand up for me, and they have to pay for it."

"I think the history of the rise of that behemoth across the ocean has shown you the way to maximize the potential for war in a short period of time......

"Go ahead, Batman."

After Schiller finished speaking, he and Batman stared at each other, and Batman stood still and didn't leave, so Schiller looked at him and said, "The mission is over, you can go."

But Batman still stood silently in place, and Schiller sensed that Batman might want to say something, so he also stood there and did not move, and the two were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes.

Now Batman is sure that the memories of Schiller when he was a child that he saw in the memory space should be true, and Schiller can really stand in place and stare at a person for ten minutes, from small to large, exactly the same.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth for a moment, but closed it again, lowered his head and raised it again, like a doll performing a mime.

"What do you want to say?" Schiller asked, and instinctively said, "There are no more clues, don't I understand enough?" Find a way to knock them all down and let me return to my hometown, it's as simple as that."

"I'm not asking that." Batman spoke suddenly, he was silent for a few more seconds, and then, his eyes fell on the wound on Schiller's shoulder, the metal ring that passed through his collarbone still hadn't been removed, and his shoulder and neck were already bloody because of Schiller's vigorous movement.

Schiller followed Batman's line of sight and looked down at his collarbone, but he was a little dazed, and at this time, he heard Batman's slightly stiff tone sound:

「…… Are your wounds alright?"

Schiller froze in place.