The early spring in southwestern France is still a little wet and cold, and the delicate grass buds that have just sprouted in the vast meadows on the left bank of the Dordogne are bent over by the dew.

Expensive suit fabrics can condense in such air for half an hour, and Schiller rarely wore a white shirt and dark brown waistcoat without a tie to prevent expensive formal wear from getting wet and becoming less straight before the party.

It is a holiday villa between a private winery and a vineyard, and was loaned to him by a wine collector who had met at a banquet in Montreal. Five

Although Schiller thought that he could go to a mansion in the city, it was impossible to meet his old French and Italian friends without some gifts, and the nearby wineries were just right to buy red wine as gifts.

The original Schiller had many friends in Europe due to the era in which he lived and the nature of his work, and in various industries, in addition to academic exchanges, he maintained good relations with the aristocratic celebrities of the old world, wealthy families, and other high society people.

In their view, Schiller's absence from communication in the past few years has been to immerse himself in academic research in Gotham, and his papers related to criminal psychology in the past few years also confirm this, so his status in the academic circle has not declined, on the contrary, it has improved, or his image has changed.

The original Schiller's social path was more popular, and he maintained good relations with everyone he knew, and people thought he was calm and trustworthy to befriend.

Then the steady, reliable, powerless scholar plunged headlong into the dung pit and butterflyed for five years before coming out without a, which greatly changed the opinion of Schiller's friends about him.

But it also made it easier for Schiller, after all, if he accidentally showed aggression that he had never shown before, it could also be interpreted as Gotham's grinding that changed him.

The quality of the original Schiller's circle of friends is very high, and after going around the United States, Schiller is more and more sure that his choice to come out to socialize is correct, and most of the people he meets have common topics with him, in addition to academics, personal hobbies, and lifestyles are also relatively compatible.

This actually made Schiller feel a little confused, he didn't feel that he was very similar to the original Schiller, and he didn't think that their friendship orientation would tend to be the same, but the friends he left behind did fully meet Schiller's social needs.

Schiller walked up the stairs to the first floor, rolling up the cuffs of his shirt as he walked towards the kitchen island.

He was probably going to stay here for a while, so he checked the kitchen utensils in advance and found that all kinds of kitchen utensils were available, so he went to the nearest farmhouse supermarket to buy them and fill the refrigerator.

All Schillers are able to cook, which is an important criterion for self-care, and when he was on vacation on the island with Hal and Oliver, Schiller used local ingredients to cook, and when he returned to the civilized kitchen, cooking became even easier.

The ingredients in the farmhouse supermarket are very fresh, but there are not many types, most of them are relatively well-preserved root foods, fortunately, there are freshly slaughtered beef and mutton, bacon and feta cheese, and there is still a bottle of red wine that Schiller opened but did not finish in the cabinet.

So he decided to make a red wine ox knee, a roasted potato wedge, a cheese bacon macaroni and lye bread, and because of the lack of vegetables, Schiller decided to squeeze the vegetable juice instead of drinking coffee.

Schiller quickly finished preparing the dishes, but the dishes on the preparation plate were far more than the amount of one person, and he had visitors this morning, so he made an extra one.

After wrapping the kneaded dough in the shape of a German knot, taking out the freshly baked potato wedges, wiping the baking tray, and then sending the bread tray into the oven, Schiller, who was about to finish cooking, stood in the middle of the kitchen and thought for a while, and finally decided to make a cup of coffee.

There were no sophisticated coffee equipment, let alone a butler on call, so Schiller decided to use the coffee pot, and just as he opened the cupboard to look for the beans, the doorbell rang.

Schiller dried his hands with a towel and walked to the door to open it, and standing outside the door was Bruce Wayne. "Come in." Schiller opened the door a little wider.

Bruce walked in and smelled it

With the aroma of toasted bread, Schiller poured the freshly baked potato wedges onto a plate and placed them on the island in the center.

"Good thing I didn't expect you to bring red wine." Schiller said as he took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard above and placed the glass in front of Bruce, saying, "Even if there are three wineries within ten miles of here."

"My card is frozen." Bruce took a potato wedge and put it in his mouth and said, "I looked at the Fed's backstage and saw that the federal finances were in jeopardy for Thomas alone, so I didn't borrow money.

Schiller poured Bruce a glass of red wine, turned to shred the cheese, and asked without looking back, "How are the birds?"

"They're good."

"Did you try to make them better?" "Of course, but I'm not in a hurry to say that."

Bruce picked up another piece of potato wedge and put it in his mouth, took a sip of the red wine that Schiller had just poured, and asked, "How was your trip?"

"Not bad, about half of the new world and a third of the old world are happy to hear about your excellent graduation." It's my pleasure."

Schiller placed the shredded cheese on his plate at the top of the page, and Bruce leaned to the side, saw Schiller's movements, and said, "My portion of cheese is not giving."

"Tell me about Robins." Schiller continued.

"There's nothing to say." Bruce took a slight look at his glass, then said, "After you told me in the Tower that they were coming, I changed my image slightly."

"In what way?"

"Be as different as possible from Batman." Bruce picked the potato wedges on the plate with his fork and continued, "Create a sense of contrast and make them realize that they can't cope with the social interactions of this universe in the way Batman behaves, and they want to know what is the right way."

"You led them out on a night trip to investigate?"

"No, I need to disarm their psychological defenses in a short period of time, so a more dangerous environment may be needed."

"Alternate stimulus?"

"Yes, I know that if I behave so badly to put them to sleep, they will suspect my purpose in doing so, so when I leave Wayne Manor in the middle of the night, the most impatient of them will follow me."

"I thought it would be Jason, but I didn't expect that Batman's biological son of the universe had the opposite temper to him, but it doesn't matter, they will eventually track Batman to the East End anyway."

"What's the first big fright you gave them? Positive or negative feedback?"

Bruce clenched his hand into a fist to cover his mouth, and said a little vaguely, "I've thought about positive feedback, I know Dick eats this, and if I show him a good living environment for the kids in the East End, he should resonate with me."

"But your plan to lure them out to investigate is to keep Nightwing out of the equation, and he's the most stable of all Robins anyway, and the least likely to be in a hurry to track you down."

"Yes, because I later thought that if he could understand my career, he would understand me, and that wasn't in a hurry, but the other two might need some shock."

"Joker?"

Bruce nodded, and said, "There wasn't an elephant in the room, but if I stuffed one in, no one would be able to ignore it, to reinforce their unfamiliarity with the social environment, and thus weaken their sense of security."

"So what do you do next to solidify this stimulus?"

"New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital." Bruce picked up a potato wedge with a fork, but instead of eating it, he turned it over, and continued, "I know that Hallie has a habit of defaulting on her homework, so I deliberately put the removal of the pancreas and the making of limb slices on the day, and a few days ago moved her homework to the upstairs on the grounds that her original classroom needed to be repaired."

"Two Leng Touqing who don't know the rules of Arkham at all are bound to make a big mess." Schiller shook his head, took the bread out of the oven, and after handling it a bit, again

Put it in and re-bake.

"That's right, they provoked a dozen serial murderers along the way, and sure enough, she dragged Harley in as they passed by the door."

"But what Harley did shouldn't have enough impact, right? As long as you have a little medical education, you can adapt quickly." Schiller began to process the vegetables and said.

"Yes." Bruce nodded again and continued, "But I learned in advance that Beelzebub's daughter was going to be married, and all the demon generals under him were vying for the treasure."

"I let out the news in Hell that Gotham has a cherished heart of sin, which was dug up by Harley and Victor together, and I went to see it before."

"The demons want to buy it, but they can't find me, so they can only go to Konstantin, it is not difficult to dig out the heart of a sinner, the difficulty is to preserve it, Konstantin must be able to think that the only way for humans to preserve the heart of a sinner is through magic, and if he finds Victor, he can find Harry."

Schiller's hand in the juicer paused and asked, "Did Konstantin summon the demon?" "No, one of Constantine's magician friends has summoned a demon."

"And when their negotiations were at an impasse, you stepped up?" Schiller glanced back at Bruce and asked, he thought for a moment and then said, "Are you trying to use the demon's attitude towards you to deter them?····· No, maybe you want to show them how the new Arkham psychiatric hospital works?"

Bruce nodded.

"Clever and clever." Schiller commented: "It's not in vain that I let almost the entire psychology community know about your excellent graduation.

"I can show them the changes in Gotham's light, but since they understand the Dark Knight of Gotham better, they will definitely understand and admire the means of fighting darkness with darkness."

"But light is necessary." Schiller put the meal and vegetable juice on the island and sat down across from Bruce, looking him in the eye and saying.

"Yes, so today I asked Lex to set the time of the sunny release a little earlier, so that they will realize that my dark methods are working, and not just the self-amusement of a madman."

"They are accustomed to admiring this kind of person who uses dark means to achieve the purpose of light, like Batman, so they put me in high position."

"Good, there's only one last step left."

"I pretended to be unwell, gave them important tasks, affirmed them with condescension, and at the same time tied them down with guilt and a sense of responsibility to keep them from leaving.

"Then go on ······."

"The birds will have a hard time······ Bruce said with a raised eyebrow.

Schiller picked up the glass, and Bruce touched it lightly, Schiller's voice echoing in the empty morning by the river.

「······ And they can only rely on your guidance."