Hallie screamed and rushed into the bushes, Barry ran in, and the butler Merkel stood helplessly outside the bushes, watching the two children run and jump on the muddy and wet ground, and trample the feet of the unshoved in the mud.

"The meal is almost ready, I'll go get you a new pair of shoes, stand here and don't move." Merkel turned to get her shoes, Hallie grimaced at him behind his back, Barry poked Hallie with his elbow and said, "Do you think Professor Schiller is a little weird?" ”

"First of all, it's not Professor Schiller." Hallie held out a finger and said in Barry's bewildered gaze, "That's his other personality, we generally call him pathological." ”

Barry turned his head to look at Schiller, who was deboning the meat, and said in a low voice: "It's amazing that so many different personalities can live in a person's body, but every Schiller is good, what do you think?" ”

Hallie grinned and said, "This one is exceptionally good. ”

Pamela rarely wore a skirt today, but wore overalls and wading shoes, and walked out of the wreckage of the garden.

It rained again last night, and the dead plant rhizomes were pressed into the dirt by the torrential rain, and if you weren't careful, you would trip over, even if Pamela had the ability to control plants, she would walk carefully, after all, the plants in Gotham would have to be slapped twice before leaving.

The moment Pamela's foot stepped on the stone pavement, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then strode towards Schiller, but she didn't expect that there was water standing under a loose floor tile, Pamela stepped on the front end of the brick, and the water on the side splashed her.

Schiller walked out of the pavilion and handed her a towel, Pamela took the towel and wiped the water from her arms and neck, sighed softly, she raised her eyes to look at Schiller through the gap between her eyelashes, but she didn't mean anything else, just showed a slight hesitation.

"Your garden is in terrible shape." Pami stretched out a foot and stepped on the brick at the edge and said, "I just went to the depths to take a look, and it's a lot harder than here, and ...... I see it. ”

"What?" As if he didn't hear clearly, Schiller leaned forward by retracting the towel and making a more obvious listening gesture.

"The things you buried under the trees."

Schiller's expression was unpredictable, and Pamela couldn't see any emotion in it, and she rubbed her wrist a little unnaturally and said, "The torrential rain washed away the dirt on the surface, and I saw some bones." ”

Schiller stood inside the pavilion and stretched out his hand to open the door, and Pamela stepped into it with her arms in it, then relaxed her shoulders and let out a long breath, she glanced at the meat that Schiller was working on, and said, "I don't have much experience in anatomy, but I can recognize that it is a rib, and there are few animals in nature whose ribs are so fragile." ”

Pamela looked up at Schiller and said, "That's not a moose, is it?" ”

"You don't look surprised." Schiller continued to carefully scrape the bones with his knife, and said, "That's the garbage that my butler took care of for me, thank you for the reminder, next time I'll ask him to bury it deeper." ”

"What the hell is that?" Pamela leaned forward, stared at Schiller's face carefully, did not miss a single detail, pressed her hands firmly on the table and said, "You told me it was venison, but it wasn't, what did you give us?" ”

"What do you think that's that?" Schiller looked at her with a smile and asked.

"I don't know." Pamela's throat moved, and she looked away and said with some doubts: "I just think there is a special power, it can't be Gotham......"

"You'll have an answer soon, miss, and now let's talk about my garden, what do you have in mind for a picnic area?"

Pamela was unsure until Hallie, who had changed into wading boots, rushed through the door in a bit of haste, and she bypassed Pamela and slipped behind Schiller.

Schiller turned to look at her and said, "What are you doing?" Miss Hallie? ”

"Merkel was going to catch us for dinner, and I pretended to run away, and I was eager to see the look on his face when he thought he would never catch me and found out that I was back a long time ago."

Schiller raised his chin at the shelf below the table, and Hallie spread her hands and let out a disappointed "oh".

She got under the shelf, took out a large piece of thawed meat, put it on the table with a "bang", moved a low stool for herself from the side and stepped on it, took out a long knife out of nowhere, and stabbed it in the center of the meat.

Pamela instinctively stiffened, looking at the tacit movements of the two people in front of her, one big and one small, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Schiller turned his head to look at Hallie while deboning and said, "Where did you and Merkel go to throw out the garbage last night?" ”

Hallie looked up at Schiller, blinked a little confusedly, and then pointed behind her back with her knifeless hand and said, "What's wrong in the garden?" ”

"Next time, remember to bury it deeper." Schiller glanced at Pamela and said, "There have been a lot of rainstorms in Gotham lately, and our garden needs to be trimmed so that the plants don't take root. ”

Hallie nodded nonchalantly, and as soon as Pamela opened her mouth to say something, Schiller looked at her and asked, "Have you dealt with anyone in the wizarding world lately?" ”

"I've been to the world a few times, at the invitation of Jim, the master of the night." Pamela wiped the dirt from her shoes with a rag and said, "They had a few dances, but I don't like social occasions like that, I haven't been there for a long time." ”

Schiller set aside the fully shaved leg bone, and Pamela involuntarily followed the movements of his hand with her gaze, and she heard Schiller then ask, "Do you know that the Earth's magical defense network is almost complete?" ”

"As expected." Pamela shrugged her shoulders and said, "I can imagine all the predicaments that the wizarding world has suffered in the past, but the hardest of them is nothing more than spinelessness, and that mage named Strange has no similar concerns, has plenty of energy, and has the right skills, so what are you waiting for?" ”

"You have eyes sharper than a falcon." Schiller said, Pamela was not happy by this, she still stared at the meat on Schiller's board without blinking.

"Do you read Dante? Miss. ”

"I'm not obsessed with building a club or anything." Pamela said with a hint of sarcasm, apparently alluding to Schiller's tone sounding like an avid fan of Dante.

"Dante stepped on Satan's back and left hell, and his ultimate salvation lies in his courage to step on the devil and use it as a ladder of ascent, while some people have the opposite."

"No matter how strong the armor used to protect humans is, it needs the support of the human spine.

Pamela sensed a sense of danger in Schiller's calm tone, and instinctively shrunk her neck, and when she raised her eyes, she found that she was just meeting Schiller's gaze.

Pamela's mind was flooded with her desire to survive as she once again became a god of linguistic analysis, and she swallowed a little and said, "Whatever you just said, it must make sense, I swear I won't say anything." ”

"And ......," said Pamela, who even looked at Schiller cautiously, "you will have a beautiful garden, Professor." ”

Schiller looked unpredictable.

"Would you mind visiting someone with me tonight?" Schiller asked very gently.

"Who to visit?"

"You'll find out soon."

This answer again, Pamela frowned tightly and scolded in her heart, how fast is it? Was it that fast before I was stewed in the pot?

It was a foolish decision to stay here, but it was even more foolish to leave, Pamela propped her hands in her chair, her eyes resting on the piece of leg that Schiller had pressed onto, recalling the taste of yesterday's venison risotto.

Delicious and powerful, Pamela licked her lips unconsciously, she thought, where are you going to visit a deer?

In the car, Konstantin poked his head out of the window, looked ahead, sighed, and swallowed back the dirty words he had just scolded, he had to learn to be a civilized man, and he still had to run a bookstore.

"It's a traffic jam again, and we're afraid we'll have to take a detour."

Zatanna also went out to take a look, shook her head and said, "Normally, this road is not blocked, maybe it is to build a subway." ”

Azazel, who was sitting in the back, frowned, but he didn't say anything, allowing Konstantin to turn the wheel and the car turned around and drove in the other direction.

After changing lanes, there were fewer and fewer cars around, and Konstantin sensed that something was wrong, he slowed down the car, and when he looked in the rearview mirror, he found that Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat at some point, was gone.

"Looks like your enemy has come to you."

Konstantin turned his head in Azazel's deep voice, and saw a yellow-eyed goat in the reflection of the car window, and Azazel opened his mouth and said: "To avoid misunderstanding, I should not appear." ”

"If you want to see my jokes, just say it." Konstantin snorted coldly and said, "Both the devil and the angels are bound by ancient rules, and none of you dare to do anything to me without a contract. ”

Azazel's low, wicked laughter echoed through the car, and the moment Konstantin's danger instinct came, Zatana let out a scream.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rose from the road.

The midsummer sunset always comes and goes quickly, and the oranges, purples, blues, and pale pinks at the end of the sky like a deep ocean current below the horizon, and it is a clear night where you can see the moon halo.

The sky was a deep, dark blue, and the stars were hidden behind a satin-like mist, and next to the Victorian sconces at the entrance to the manor, Schiller ran his fingers over the edges of his black leather gloves.

Pamela took the pair of gloves that Schiller had handed her, and she stroked the strange warmth of the leather and asked, "What kind of leather is this made of?" ”

"Lambskin."

"It's like a goat's skin."

"Perhaps."

Pamela put on her gloves in silence, she had a premonition of what she was going to do, but she didn't care, and to her surprise, the imaginary heat didn't come, and the black gloves seemed to be part of her skin.

"Great." Pamela looked at her hands and said, "Can I expect you to introduce me to a goat?" ”

"Soon, miss."

Schiller watched Merkel's car slowly stop at the door, he opened the passenger door and sat down, while Pamela sat in the back seat, and the car started with a series of splashes before disappearing into the night.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to a banquet."

"Don't have an invitation?"

"Destruction usually doesn't need an invitation."

"Destruction?"

"We destroy one and give them the other."

(End of chapter)