As Bruce used Master Andrew's carriage to bring the first batch of books back to the Forgotten Bookstore, Konstantin, the new owner of the bookstore, watched in amazement as groups of mage apprentices happily moved a pile of tomes into his shop.

"Hey, Russ, you're Master Andrew's apprentice Russ, right? What's going on? I haven't bought any new items lately, have I?"

The black-haired apprentice, whom Constantine called Russ, held out a hand and pointed back with his thumb and said, "You'll have to ask that big guy in the back, and, you damn rotten man, when did you get to Wayne?"

"We'll talk about that later." Konstantin patted him on the back as he turned his head, and ran towards the back of the group.

He found Bruce counting the numbers in front of the carriage, and he leaned back in an exaggerated way, drawing an outward arc with his hands, and said, "What are you doing? Where did these books come from?!"

"This is a gift of knowledge from the Demon King I just contracted, and I give you a gift of greeting, no thanks." "But but but but but ······ Whew!"

Konstantin was hit on the forehead by the falling pile of books, and sat down on the ground with a sharp back, he rubbed his forehead and stood up, grinning and saying, "Isn't it? You don't really think anyone would buy a tome that only you can understand, do you······ Wait, you're going to sell it, right?"

Bruce shook his head, drew a pentagram on his chest, and said, "I have said it all, this is the gift of knowledge of His Majesty Beelzebub, and it would be too vulgar to talk about trading."

Just then, another carriage landed at the door, and Nightwing stood at the top of the carriage, beckoning to Bruce and saying, "This is the penultimate cart, Jason and Jim are sorting out the last cart of books, and they will be delivered soon."

With that, he jumped out of the roof of the car and walked in front of Bruce, first looking down, then looking up at his expression and saying, "I'm afraid we didn't do our job well, and that Demon Majesty didn't seem to welcome us."

"It's okay, he'll welcome you later."

"How's your body?"

"Much better." Bruce and Nightwing walked towards the bookstore's door, and Nightwing turned to look at him and said, "Are you going to find a cure for your illness in the occult world?"

"I don't have all hopes." Bruce said, shaking his head.

Nightwing's face immediately became a little heavy, and he sighed and said, "It's a pity that I don't have much research on magic, but I've only heard Diana say a few words from time to time, have you ever asked Diana of your universe?"

"I was about to ask her." When Bruce said this, Nightwing thought, did Bruce say that he was going to go to Mount Olympus with Diana to pick up things, could it have something to do with it?

It seems that every Batman has his own tragedy, and Nightwing is quite depressed to think that the Batman of this universe can save Gotham, but only himself.

On the other side, at the entrance of Master Andrew's Mage Tower, the ruins of most of the buildings have disappeared, and Beelzebub has also left the human realm with his demon generals.

For a demon monarch, the palace is not a very valuable treasure, but for humans, everything from hell has extremely pure energy, and all the mages who came to the birthday party today have gained a lot, and at this time, they opened the portal in twos and threes, ready to carry the loot back.

Almost none of the mages present knew Red Hood and Red Robin, so there were also many dark mages who came up with the idea of the pile of tomes, they were not keen on the knowledge of demons, but they thought that there might be a legacy of Beelsezebub's power on them, so they wanted to take them secretly.

Red Hood was like a vicious dog that looked at the house, and anyone who dared to approach the pile of books would be beaten all over his head, and Red Robin stood directly above the pile of books to give him a blow, and all the little ones were beaten fat.

"Hey, Jason, look to your right, who's that guy in a suit with a cane?" Red Robin craned his neck and looked to the side.

He looked down to see that Red Hood was busy dealing with two dark mages trying to reach from the side of the stack, so he jumped down and said to the man who was walking by

"Don't go any further, this pile has a master, or you'll be beaten."

Red Robin seldom spoke to others in such a rude tone, but the greed of these magicians was beyond their imagination, and they had only been here for half an hour, and there were more than a dozen waves of outlaws trying to embezzle the fruits of other people's labor.

"Thanks for the reminder, I just came over and had a look."

"There's nothing to see." The tone of the red hood was already obvious, but he noticed that the man was still walking slowly, so he stepped to the side and blocked in front of him.

"I'm not kidding you, sir, didn't you see him knock the mages over with a few punches?" Red Robin pointed to the red hood next to him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I bet no matter how powerful your magic is, you can't beat the two of us at such a close distance, so let's hurry up."

Seeing that the person on the other side still had no intention of leaving, Red Robin was also a little impatient, his talent as a detective did not observe any valuable information, and the other party looked like an ordinary scholar or university professor.

So, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, intending to carry on the tradition of the Bat family and engage in some physical negotiations with him, when a familiar roar suddenly came from behind him.

"No!! Tim!! Don't go !!!."

Red Hood's voice was sharp and screaming, and Red Robin had never heard Jason's tone of horror before.

One of Red Robin's feet had already stepped out, and he instinctively wanted to let the soles of his feet hit the ground, but in the next second, the red hood rushed directly, strangled his shoulders with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other, dragging Red Robin far away like a kidnapper kidnapping a hostage.

"What are you doing?" Red Robin looked back at him dissatisfied, and said, "What are you mad about Jason again?" "I'll explain it to you later!"

The red hood just dropped such a sentence and hurriedly ran towards the figure in the suit opposite, and stopped his figure with a sudden brake in front of him, showed a hard smile, and said in a somewhat trembling tone: The child is not sensible, you must not worry about him."

Schiller, who was watching all this, paused for a moment, withdrew his gaze from Red Robin's body and fell on Red Hood's face, Schiller raised his eyebrows, and said, "······ You know me?"

"What? Don't you ······?" Red Hood was taken aback, and then the expression on his face was visibly frustrated, he hung his shoulders, sighed and said, "No, it's nothing, I'm just ······"

"Do you remember everything that happened in your universe?" Schiller tilted his head slightly, and asked tentatively.

Red Hood's eyes lit up immediately, and he ripped off his mask, looked at Schiller, and said, "Of course, don't you have amnesia like them? Great!"

Schiller adjusted to Jason's youthful face slightly, then frowned slightly and said, "You didn't seem to know I existed before, didn't you hear of me in Gotham?"

"I don't even know your name! Nobody told me!"

Schiller's expression stiffened for a second, then he shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, I can't expect the Batman of your universe to introduce me to you, my name is Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."

"So you're the same Professor Rodriguez who gave Batman to this universe?" Red Hood was a little surprised.

"It's me." Schiller nodded, and walked over to the pile of books, Red Hood following him.

He babbled on and on, "One morning before I came here, I noticed that time had suddenly gone back many days, and many things that I had done had come back to their original places, and I asked the others, but they didn't find out."

Schiller stopped next to the tall pile of books, he smiled, and said, "It's a good thing, time has gone back, and the bill for you to come to me for counseling is gone, but you still have memories, and you saved a lot of money for Batman."

"That's what you want to say?!" The red hood looked into Schiller's eyes, and there was a lot of grievance and resentment in his eyes and tone.

Suddenly, he turned his head

Turning to the side, he rubbed his fingers together with his hands, took a deep breath, and lowered his head again.

"Uh······ Thank you." "Thanks for what?".

"I······ I've seen it all." Red Hood's lips pursed until they turned white, he kept rubbing his hands, and stammered, "Batman didn't come out of the monitoring room for a long time that day, I was a little worried about him, so I picked the lock and went in."

"So, so what you said to the Joker and what you did to him that day······ I saw it all."

Red Hood lowered his head again, looked at his fingers and said, "I saw with my own eyes that he was shattered, and it was shattered so badly, at least ······ My death will be much more tragic, thank you."

His face flushed, and he said a little complaining, "I really don't know what to say, and I know you're not here to ······ But thank you anyway."

"I'm just for you." Schiller said calmly.

Red Hood stared at him stunned, Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "Jason of this universe is my student, and even though he hasn't experienced all of this, I also feel sorry for what happened to you."

Red Hood's face turned even redder, and he stood a little confused, and then he heard Schiller speak. "That's part of the reason I'm doing this, but not all, and you shouldn't thank me, but Batman."

Schiller stepped back and walked around the side of the stack, the red hood following him, hearing Schiller's voice drifting in the night wind.

"When Batman came to me, he told me about his troubles, and he said that he had lost his children, not one, and more than once."

"You know, no one in this world can persuade another person to let go of a similar tragedy, not even a psychiatrist."

"Batman provided me with decent food, clothing, shelter and shelter when I was in another world, so I am willing to try my best, even if the tragedy cannot be undone, at least give him and his children another possibility of reconciliation."

Schiller turned, and the red hood saw an infinite amount of calm and strength in his gray eyes, and he heard Schiller say.

"I'm glad you witnessed all of this, and didn't lose your memory when the universe restarted, at least you saw how your enemies were tragically broken, and it gave me some peace of mind."

"And what I'm telling you is that maybe Batman doesn't show it, but he does have memories." Red Hood's eyes slowly widened, and his fingertips trembled a little as if he realized something.

He looked up apprehensively at Schiller's somewhat obscured eyes under the night sky, and when Schiller's voice rang out, he finally knew what he was looking forward to.

"That is, the morning you and Batman met in my heart clinic, and all the memories that have been made about me, are and will always be secrets that belong only to the two of you."

"Jason, what makes you special about Batman is no longer your death."