The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1218 The Farm of Justice ([-])
Among the lush rocky jungles, the wind from the west coast blows over the railway tracks, and the reefs on the coastline have been washed away by the waves for years, leaving rough holes, and the intersection of the two phases brings a long and desolate echo.

A train came out of the tunnel, and at the junction of the coast and the mountains, it flowed like a meandering stream. The sea breeze on one side was blown in through the gap in the window, causing the window panel to touch the window frame, sending out There was a soft clicking sound.

One hand was placed on the handle of the window frame, and he pushed it forward. With a "click", the window was locked, and the slightly annoying clicking sound finally disappeared. He retracted his hand and put down the newspaper. The top of the glasses looked at Lucifer sitting opposite the private room in the carriage, and said:

"Your travel plan is really classic and amazing. I never thought that a creature with its own wings, when going to another place, would have the train as its first choice of transportation."

Lucifer was dividing the French shortbread on the plate with a knife and fork. He was eating breakfast intently, and said: "This is the meaning of travel. People can use the fastest method to reach a certain place, but they must You have to take a leisurely tour, if you didn't think you were too tired, we could have walked there."

"Forgive me." Schiller rolled his eyes slightly, and sighed, Lucifer clicked his lips and said: "The luxury private rooms of the travel train can't represent the style of traveling on the West Coast at all. Let me say, we You should take a road trip as soon as you say you want to go, and waving for a ride on the side of the road is also an important part of the trip."

Schiller gently closed the newspaper, looked into Lucifer's eyes and said, "Then when the robbers pull out their guns, you will show your wings with a 'swish', scaring them to the brim... This is what you are for."

"I hate psychologists." Lucifer lowered his head again and began to cut the food on the plate.

Schiller lightly rang the bell fixed on the door, and after a while, a waiter in a black vest came over, opened the door and asked, "Sir, what do you need?"

"Any recommendations for breakfast?"

"Oh, sir, you are really asking the right person. This train offers many seafood delicacies including lobster and king crab."

"I don't think that's good for the morning though, if you like seafood, a steaming bowl of creamy clam soup is a must, then there's smoked salmon with mashed potatoes, and if you want some veggies, there's the Seattle Special pickles and sweet peppers."

"Thank you for the recommendation, just come to these."

"No problem, sir, coffee or wine? The coffee on this train is also very famous. More than 2 cups of traditional Italian coffee can be sold a year."

"Then give me an espresso, thank you."

After the waiter left, Lucifer put the last piece of shortbread into his mouth, Schiller looked at the not-so-rich food on his plate, still couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and said: "What I didn't expect is that , An angel is actually allergic to seafood... Did you get beaten by fish in heaven? Besides, I can't think of any other explanation."

"How can I be so stupid." Lucifer immediately retorted: "When I was still living in the Garden of Eden, I was a good fisherman. Only stupid Michael would do such things as catching fish and being beaten by fish."

"Then why don't you eat seafood?"

"Please, I've lived in Los Angeles for such a long time, and I'm going to vomit after eating seafood. Only you guys from the east coast come here, and you only know what to eat like lobster and king crab." Lucifer said quite dissatisfied.

"So, the way you get rid of this eating habit is to move from one city on the west coast to another city, and it's another seaside city with a very developed fishery?"

"I really don't know when my pope will be able to do his homework properly." Lucifer put down the knife and fork, took the newspaper that Schiller put on the table, and said while reading: "The angel's kingdom of God on earth has a limit. Yes, the east coast is Gabriel's territory, I hate that stupid bird that sheds hair all over the world, so I don't want to hang around there."

"Whether you don't want to hang out in other angels' territory, or because you can't quarrel with them and feel ashamed, only you know." Schiller leaned back slightly and asked the waiter to put the soup on the table.

"When can't I quarrel with them?!" Lucifer immediately raised his voice and asked.

"Last night, don't think I didn't hear. When I was packing my luggage, you were on the phone with them next door to argue about the battle of the Fallen Heaven tens of thousands of years ago. Who won the small offensive and defensive battle that happened near the Holy Spring?" Now, you were robbed by Michael, and you couldn't even speak."

"Schiller!" Lucifer slapped the table angrily and said, "Please pay attention to your wording, you are my Pope, who are you on?"

"I'm on God's side," Schiller said, taking a sip of his soup.

Lucifer snorted coldly and said, "If I hadn't fallen into the sky, would it have been Michael's turn to be the archangel? Gabriel was just my little follower, but now, he actually follows Michael's ass..."

"Yesterday when I was praying to God, he said that you have been discussing a fallen war for tens of thousands of years. It doesn't bother you to talk about it, but he is tired of listening to it." Schiller said.

"You actually sued God again?!" Lucifer was furious.

"He praised you."

"Oh, really? . . . I mean, don't you try to lie to me!"

Schiller cut a piece of fish, ignored Lucifer's eyes that turned back and forth, and directly changed the subject and said, "When I was packing my luggage last night, I called Hal, and the train will arrive later. will come to fetch us."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, folded the newspaper in his hand and said, "But you clearly said last night that you don't agree with my decision."

"As a qualified pope, I am very worried that my god will live on the streets because of poor business and cannot pay the rent." Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "I am really curious. Opening a bar in the place with the strongest entertainment atmosphere and the largest traffic can lose more than [-] US dollars, how did you do it?"

Lucifer spread his hands and said, "My bar is not limited to human beings. Everyone in the human world, spiritual world, heaven, and hell wants to come to join us. However, you should also be able to imagine that some races that are not easy to deal with may A little bit of...a little friction."

"How many times has your bar been rebuilt?"

"More than 6000 times."

"You're a business genius."

Lucifer sighed and said, "This time I'm going to Seaside City, I'm going to change my business strategy. Except for humans, no race is allowed to enter."

Schiller put down his knife and fork, rang the bell for the waiter to come and take away the plates, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Actually, Hal and I have a joint business, and I think it's a good idea for you to open a bar." It is beneficial, when he arrives, we can talk together."

"It must not be a good thing." Lucifer curled his lips and said.

Soon, the train arrived at the station. No matter how slow this relatively primitive means of transportation was, it was still much faster than unreliable roadside rides. When Schiller and Lucifer got off the train, it was still dark .

As soon as the two walked out of the platform, a man in a brown bomber jacket came over. He first hugged Schiller and then shook hands with Lucifer. Schiller handed him the brown suitcase in his hand , the green light flashed, and the suitcase disappeared.

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said, "Green Lantern?"

"That's right, I'm Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern of the sector where the Earth is located. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucifer." Hal nodded, and led the two of them out. Schiller looked at his dusty appearance. , asked with some doubts: "Did you just come back?"

"Yes, I just rushed back when I heard that you were coming. Oliver was in some trouble, and Arthur and I went to help him."

Schiller shook his head and said, "What trouble can both of you go to help, isn't it enough to go to one?"

Hal frowned and said, "It's complicated to say, and Oliver doesn't let us talk to others, but if there is anything that needs your help, I will tell you."

Schiller nodded and said nothing. The situation in Mexico is indeed very complicated, and it cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Green Arrow's actions there are smooth and smooth, but the smoother it is, the more troubles he faces. More and more, it is estimated that what he encountered this time should be trouble with force, otherwise he would not have called both Aquaman and Green Lantern.

Hal drove an old pickup truck, and Lucifer saw a mess of fishing nets in the pickup truck compartment, so he boarded the truck and asked, "Are you a fisherman?"

"No, I'm a test pilot, but many families in Seaside City are engaged in fishing, and my family is the same. My uncle has several boats, and the family members basically go fishing with him. Some people work on cruise ships, and they don't see each other for a year. to a few times."

Lucifer was a little interested, and he said, "I haven't done any deep-sea fishing, I heard. You will go out to sea during the tuna season, and the biggest tuna you catch will be the king fish at the auction?"

While driving, Hal nodded and said, "It's been a long time since an American has caught a king fish, and the Canadians are blessed."

The three of them chatted about ocean fishing one after another, and the car soon drove to Hal's house. What made Schiller and Lucifer feel a little puzzled was that this was a fishing ground, and it seemed to have been abandoned. up.

"Everyone who comes to my house for the first time will feel strange, but in fact, this is very normal in the seaside city." Hal sighed, and led the two forward: "In my grandfather's time, marine resources were very rare. It is so rich that a net full of cod cannot hold it.”

"But you also know that as the ecology of the ocean continues to be destroyed and humans fish without restraint, the fishery resources are facing depletion, the ecology of the seabed is getting worse, and the output of the fishery will also be deteriorating."

"By my father's generation, the corals and seabed ecology of the fishing grounds had been devastated. They could no longer raise fish, and they would only lose money if they spread the fry, so they had no choice but to change careers. "

"The more no one maintains it, the worse the condition of the fishery will be. Such a fishery can't be sold at all, so it can only file for bankruptcy and turn it into another land. The government of the seaside city has nothing to do with this situation and can only allow the fishermen to continue to live. , so there are many families living in such abandoned fishing grounds in Seaside City.”

With the deepening of the journey of several people, the scenery in front of them suddenly opened up. On the right hand side is a sandy beach full of pebbles. The clear sea water flows over the reef with white waves. Groups of seagulls are parked on the high place of the reef, constantly flying in the air. Circling, falling on the cliff in the distance.

On the left is a lush forest. The forest spreads to the left, forming a high cliff.

Hal pointed to the coastline and said, "Didn't you find it? The water here is clearer than other places. From the perspective of tourists, this is a rare tourist attraction, but from the perspective of fishermen, this is a manifestation of the depletion of fishery resources."

"The government will allow us to continue to live here, in fact, to allow us to maintain a hygienic environment here to attract tourists. For this reason, the property tax is also exempted, and part of the inheritance tax is also reduced. Any resource-based city will eventually be transformed. Seaside City is doing pretty well.”

Both Lucifer and Schiller nodded. This natural scenery does not require any decoration to attract the eye. Just by looking at it, one can imagine the leisure and leisure of camping here.

Following the path by the beach, they came to the doors of two stone huts hidden in the forest. After Hal knocked on the door, an old man with gray curly hair appeared after opening the door.

"This is my father, Martin Jordan... Don't be surprised, I'm the second son in the family, 12 years behind my brother, so my parents are older."

(End of this chapter)