Breakfast was brought to the round table beside the bed, and the light gauze curtain was blown by the breeze through the cracks in the window, making the heat of the breakfast on the table sway.

Schiller and Bruce sat down at the table to eat, Schiller lowered his head and rolled the pasta with a fork, wiped the excess sauce with the tip of the knife, put it in his mouth, and said, "After breakfast, I'm going to a banquet, you can go around the surrounding wineries, no one will not welcome Bruce Wayne."

"What banquet are you going to?" Bruce picks up a piece of German knot bread and uses a knife to break it into small pieces.

"A somewhat special feast, but still for someone's birthday." Schiller glanced up at Bruce's gaze, then sighed and said, "I don't think you'd like that, and you can't be like that."

"You said, there's no one who doesn't welcome Bruce Wayne."

"I mean ordinary people." Schiller's hand cutting food paused, and after a moment of thought, he said, "They are not ordinary, not even normal, and I don't think anyone has the need to deal with them."

"What could be more unusual than a bunch of serial killers?" Bruce asked rhetorically as he rolled up some pasta, drizzled the sauce over the bread, and put it in his mouth together.

Schiller's fingertips tapped lightly on his fork and said with some hesitation, "I'm just not sure if you can step into this world······ Well, I think you've changed enough that it's not risky, but like I said, you can't go for it."

"And what should I dress up in?"

"No, I mean you're going to need some special items, I'll take you around after breakfast."

About an hour later, Schiller, dressed in a three-piece suit and carrying a cane, came downstairs, and Bruce took one look at him and commented, "If I just looked at your outfit, I would have thought I was back in the Victorian era."

"That's right, go change your clothes."

Bruce stood up and moved his somewhat stiff arm and walked upstairs, where his formal clothes were placed on the bed in the guest room, which he should have landed at the Rodriguez Manor earlier.

Bruce knew that Schiller had special storage methods, so he didn't wonder how he brought his clothes over, he quickly changed his clothes and walked down, finding Schiller standing by the wall of the living room on the phone.

"Yes, that's right, it's the same address I gave you last time, but I'm going to bring one of my students with me temporarily, and I'll pay you double the fare······ Okay, we'll see you later."

Bruce thought he had booked a car, so he opened the door and walked over the porch to look at the side of the intersection

As a result, a shadow passed over him, two loud horse cries echoed in the sky, and Bruce looked up to see a Victorian carriage sliding swiftly over the roof, spun as it approached the ground, and landed smoothly in front of the door.

Schiller had already come out of the door, carrying a leather case in one hand and a cane in the other, and after locking the door, he raised his chin at Bruce and said, "Get in the car."

Bruce sat in the carriage and watched it take off, shook his head and said, "You didn't tell me it was so unusual."

Schiller looked down to check the lock on the box, and before Bruce could ask the carriage for a violent jolt, the scenery outside the window instantly turned into a fine streamer, Bruce didn't feel a strong push on his back, but he knew that the carriage was moving at full speed in a magical way.

After a few seconds, the streamer subsided, and Bruce noticed the shadow of the city at his feet, the bright morning light outlining the shadow of Big Ben, the morning mist rising over the Thames, and the bells of Westminster Abbey just dissipating - London had arrived.

The carriage landed in an alley in London's East End without attracting anyone's attention, and Schiller got out of the car with Bruce and found a red phone booth around the corner of the street.

"I'll have to take you to buy something to prepare for the evening party, have lunch there, then go to another place to buy gifts, and in the afternoon visit old friends in London, and arrive before dark

location."

Schiller briefly explained the next process, Bruce had a stomach of questions to ask, but Schiller had already walked into the phone booth.

Schiller stood in front of the phone, but didn't close the door, he turned sideways to show Bruce the process of pressing the key, and said, "653822, dial twice, don't press the wrong one, or you won't know where you're going to be dumped."

After saying that, he finished dialing the number at a very fast speed, the floor of the phone booth suddenly shook twice, the open door slammed shut, a whirlwind blew along the road, and just as Bruce stretched out his arm to block the flying leaves, Schiller's figure disappeared into the phone booth.

Bruce's eyes widened slightly, and with some hesitation, he pressed the doorknob with his hand, opened the door and stood in, dialing a string of numbers twice as quickly as Schiller did.

In an instant, the street scene began to blur, and endless streamers passed by his ears, maybe for a second, but for a long time, Bruce felt the floor under his feet shake slightly, and when he pushed the door open, what appeared in front of him was a somewhat dimly lit space.

Bruce stepped out the door and found himself in a bar, the phone booth behind him becoming more retro, with vines and dead grass hanging from it.

The bar doesn't look lively in the early morning, but the flickering candlelight makes it even more sleepy, the dark brown tables and chairs are carved with naturalistic ornaments around the edges, and the columns and the walls by the entrance are hung with various feather leaf specimens and bone ornaments.

The most impressive thing was the vivid paintings hanging on the wall near the bar, bright and bright, and a little too vivid, and Bruce felt that the scenes and people in the paintings should not be his hallucination.

Near the left wall there is a large staircase leading to the second floor, under which a beautiful wall clock is placed, and on the left wall is a row of bookshelves on the right, and there are many books and miscellaneous items stacked on the ground.

The bar wasn't completely empty, with a few waiter-looking people sitting at a round table covered with green mats playing cards, and two seemingly drunk customers sleeping on their stomachs.

Bruce saw Schiller at the bar, talking to a man in a blue leotard, a red cape, and a large sword at his waist.

It looked like the strangely dressed man was the owner of the bar, and Schiller placed his suitcase on the table and took a martini from the bartender.

Bruce quietly walked over to a table not far from the bar and sat down, where he heard Schiller call the man who appeared to be the owner of the bar Jim.

"I can't believe you actually got it!" The man known as Jim looked at the contents of Schiller's suitcase, his eyes lit up, he stared at the box intently, and commented, "This is so rare, it seems that you have gained a lot in the past few years in Gotham."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This was made by a student of a friend of mine, and he is exceptionally gifted in this area.

Jim nodded and sighed, "I admire you people who are engaged in education the most, especially you, who are still engaged in education in Gotham, and I heard that you have been seeing results recently."

"I haven't been here for a few years, but this is my return gift."

"Oh my God, that's not going to work." Jim immediately refused, "I can't take your stuff for nothing."

"You might as well see if it doesn't meet your requirements, I think it works pretty well, but you can try it."

"You can tell it's a good thing by looking at the color." Jim reached out and stroked the contents of the box and said, "Look at this verdant veins, strong rhizomes, and neat folds, I bet it must be a healthy little one."

Bruce, who was eavesdropping, had a bad premonition.

Schiller pressed the button under the box, and suddenly, the sound of ice cracking came from the bar, and with a "poof", a green, extremely healthy and lively, quite fantasy and mysterious, cabbage jumped out of the box.

The cabbage's two longest leaves bobbed back and forth, as if he was looking for someone to target, and as soon as Jim leaned in, the cabbage punched him to the wine rack behind the counter

。

"Bang!" "Whew!"

Schiller reached out and pressed the cabbage, and Jim rubbed his chin, not only not angry, but happy to say, "That's good, it's safer to forget the bar now."

"You know, it's not that I'm too picky, it's just that most of the people who are drunk and crazy here are very special, and the powerful people and the bodyguards always get blood everywhere, and the black magicians can use spiritual magic to bewitch animals, so to avoid this kind of thing affecting my business, I can only turn to plants."

"But I can't hire a magician to manipulate a certain plant here twenty-four hours a day as a bodyguard, but with this little guy, I can punch those bastards who are crazy about drinking, hahahahahaha!"

Jim laughed, and Schiller pushed the box to his side and said, "Put it back in the box when you don't use it, press this button and it will freeze, open the box when you are in trouble, press the button again and you will release it."

"Remember, though, it needs to be in the sun on time, and you'd better stay away from it when it's fighting, because you can't expect a cabbage to tell the difference between friend and foe······

Jim closed the box with great satisfaction, and then said to Schiller gratefully, "Doctor, forgive me for not even calling you in the past few years, to be honest, we didn't expect you to live in Gotham forever."

"You could just say that a lot of people thought I was dead."

Jim smiled embarrassedly and said with some emotion, "It's not their fault, after all, Gotham's reputation ······."

"Oh, yes." Schiller's gaze swept across the bar as if he had just remembered, and then stopped at Bruce, who beckoned to Bruce and introduced Jim, "This is my student Bruce, who just graduated and is a good graduate."

"Bruce, this is Jim Luke, the Night Master, a descendant of the Night Masters, Maiya's greatest heroes of all time, and the owner of the Forgotten Bookstore and the Forgotten Bar."

"Doctor, you don't know, do you? The Forgotten Bookstore is now Constantine's property, and he bought it with twenty bottles of Soul Dust, so I can now concentrate on running the bar."

Looking at Bruce's questioning look at himself, Schiller did not explain, but leaned against the bar and took a sip of his drink.

"Welcome to the wizarding world, Bruce."