The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1266
The lights in the banquet hall shone like a golden waterfall, the champagne glasses were stacked to form a tower, surrounded by flowers and ribbons, like a mountain made of crystals.

The waiters in crisp shirts and black vests shuttled among the guests, gently lowering their arms. After the wine glasses on the tray were taken away, they nodded reservedly and walked away with their heads up, like a proud swan.

"I really didn't expect to meet a gentleman scholar here who read Mickiewicz as well as I did, and had some insights. I even visited his former residence when I went to Lithuania..."

"Oh, yes, ma'am, I heard about his friendship with Goethe when I was in Weimar. He must have liked Goethe's poems very much, as you can see from his "Ode to Youth"..."

On the right side of the windowsill near the window, Schiele is talking with a lady with white hair.

Soon, the topic became more in-depth. The elegant old lady shook her head slightly and said: "Forgive my ignorance, I really don't know much about psychology. A pair of Bowers brothers are the head, always talking about brainwaves, mind reading, telepathy and so on."

"If I really want to find a reasonable explanation for these new words that they are talking about, then I think 'psychology' should be more accurate. People should rely on systematic knowledge instead of expecting some superpowers falling from the sky , what do you say, sir."

"Oh, ma'am, you really got to the bottom of my heart. As a psychiatrist, I always have to take the trouble to explain to various patients whether there is mind reading in this world, and whether I can see their secrets. Or what they had for dinner..."

Seeing the helplessness on Schiller's face, the old woman smiled lowly, then looked at him and said, "To be honest, I don't have a good impression of the FBI, but I have to admit that being able to work there, even teach Trainee agents must be knowledgeable and trusted by the Ministry of National Defense and Security."

"You're flattering Ma'am, I just... oh, hello, what can I do?" Schiller turned and looked at a waiter who walked up to him. The waiter was holding a tray with a small A thin champagne glass filled with clear liquor.

"Mr. Wayne invites you to have a drink together and thank you for your honor to participate in today's banquet." The waiter slightly retracted his chin, lowered his head and smiled, and the old lady gently waved her silk gloved hands and said: "Go quickly, Mr. Schiller. Mr. Wayne must be very curious about you. Gotham's new round of investment projects has many difficult thorns. He just needs the help of a psychologist."

Schiller gently picked up the wine glass on the tray in the waiter's hand, blinked at the old lady, and nodded, which meant that he accepted her favor. After all, the information she just revealed is very important, at least for a real first-timer. It's important for someone who came to Gotham once.

In short, Bruce Wayne needs you, and knowing this information before a negotiation has a very different effect than afterward.

Schiller held the wine glass and walked from the side by the window to the side closer to the stairs of the ball hall. Bruce Wayne was surrounded by many people, all of whom were descendants of various famous families in Gotham.

"Elliott, Kane, Bowers..." Bruce in the theater read out the names of the group of people softly, and then set his sights on the handsome man who took off his mask.

Obviously, Bruce Wayne on the screen is not old. Although he is older than Bruce in the theater, he can only be said to be slightly mature, like a young man who is moving towards middle age.

His temperament is completely different from Bruce's. Of course, he also pretends to be a playboy, but he is not flamboyant and dissolute, but shows a mature demeanor with ease.

This kind of demeanor is reflected in his methodical conversations with four or five celebrities around him, but he doesn't appear to be in a hurry at all, and he responds very appropriately to the speech and behavior of different people.

Whether it's raising your head proudly, nodding your head reservedly, or smiling just right, every gesture reveals a fascinating charm.

"It seems that you are a social butterfly in this universe." Diana said with a low laugh, "You are much better than me."

Just as Bruce turned his head to look at her, the princess, whose lifespan was much longer than ordinary humans, twitched the corner of her mouth slightly and said, "For a long time, I have been more used to being a warrior, and I feel that as long as I charge bravely, I will There is no problem that cannot be solved.”

"During the war years, I received countless praises for being brave and fearless, but someone once told me that when this cruel age passes, I will also walk among the crowd, for my hometown and companions, in human society Find a way out."

"I have studied human etiquette for a long time, but sometimes I still make jokes, like a rash and stupid girl."

Diana laughed as she spoke, as if thinking of the jokes she had made, but soon she turned to look at Bruce, and said: "It's not so easy to practice the skills of a courtesan, look at the other Just one, he’s not bad at what he’s doing.”

Clark propped his chin with his palms with great interest, staring at Bruce on the screen, then turned his head to look at his companion, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky.

"Bruce, you..."

"No, I don't know how to do that."

"Of course you..."

"Of course not, that's not me."

"You're so handsome." Clark didn't realize what he was talking about, he just said bluntly as always: "Maybe I'm just a short-sighted young man in a small town, but during the time I can remember, I I have never seen such a handsome person with such an elegant temperament, how can I describe it? Bruce Wayne is worthy of it?"

"Of course, the current him is just a bottle of wine that has just been unsealed, but sooner or later he will become a luxurious champagne tower, just like him in another universe." Constantine also turned his head and raised his eyebrows dissolutely Said.

And Barry next to him just silently moved his seat a little farther away.

He knows Batman too well, so he knows that one day, Batman will make these people pay for molesting him, and he doesn't want to be one of the liquidators, even though he thought Batman was very handsome when he was in the main universe , is very handsome.

"Sorry, everyone, please allow me to take 2 minutes to introduce you. This is Professor Schiller Rodriguez. He is currently working at the FBI Intern Agent Training Academy. He is a famous lecturer and psychologist."

On the screen, Bruce gently raised his wine glass at Schiller, and the people around him had different first reactions when they saw Schiller, and soon they realized that Wayne wanted to talk to the professor alone.

Because before this, the rich man had been holding a glass of wine, but he didn't clink glasses with anyone, nor did he drink. When Schiller just arrived, he raised his glass, and the social signal was released just right.

Everyone dispersed after saying goodbye politely. Schiller stretched out his hand, but instead of clinking glasses head-on as required in social etiquette, he tapped Bruce's hand with the side of a slender champagne glass in a slightly rude manner. The root of the goblet.

Bruce's eyes were like lightning, he swept across the contact part of the cup, and then looked up at Schiller, and the smiling eyes on the surface when he was talking to other people before disappeared.

Schiller was sending a signal that he understood him.

"I never clink glasses with people head-on, and if I do, I will never put the cup near my mouth again." Bruce in the theater explained softly: "This is for safety, because someone has put poison on themselves. In the wine, and then spread to other people's cups by clinking glasses."

Seeing the mentally ill eyes of others, Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "Even if there is no poison, droplet transmission is scary enough... I have a mild cleanliness, but I think it is necessary."

"If you don't tell me, I still don't think..." Barry shrugged his left and right shoulders alternately as if he was covered in lice and said, "Now I feel a little disgusted too, after all, if there is someone else's saliva in the wine..."

"Shut up!" Harry said with a disgusted look.

Bruce on the screen took back the cup, smiled again, looked at Schiller and said, "March called me specially last night and praised your deeds to me, please allow me to pay tribute to you, you Made an indelible contribution to the security of the Commonwealth..."

"That's great." Schiller tilted his glass up, raised it and took a sip of the wine. Bruce's eyes flashed an extremely imperceptible surprise.

"I bet he has at least 80 plans in his mind right now." Clark looked at the screen and said, "Seventy-nine of them are for superpowers who are not afraid of poison, right, Bruce?"

After getting along with others for a period of time, Clark can be regarded as knowing the style of his friend's work style, which is typical of not being able to live without planning and premeditation.

"Less." Barry said firmly.

"Then how much did you say?"

"80 for normal humans who are not afraid of poison, 80 for human superhumans, 80 for aliens, 80 for evil gods, 80 for demigods, 80 for speedsters, 80 for magical creatures, 800 A situation where all of the above combine to attack Gotham, and then 8000 backup plans."

Just as Clark was about to mock Barry's exaggeration, he saw the thoughtful expression on Bruce's face. He stared at Bruce with wide eyes and said, "You're not serious, are you... aren't you?"

"He is indeed more mature than me." Bruce touched his chin and said, "It is indeed worth guarding against the joint attack."

"Please! You guys are mentally ill!" Clark said helplessly.

"Mr. March is the first patient I have seen since I came here. Oh, don't get me wrong, this does not violate the principle of confidentiality. He personally does not shy away from seeing a psychiatrist, and he allows me to tell the story."

"Yes, this is not decades ago." Bruce smiled and said: "People are beginning to pay attention to their mental health. When facing depression or exhaustion, they learn not to blame themselves too much, but to seek Professional help, I think that's a sign of social progress."

"Toast to your understanding of psychology." Schiller raised his glass again, toasted Bruce in the air, and took a sip of the wine.

And Bruce found that the person on the opposite side didn't care about his performance of not drinking. This is not normal. Most people will be surprised when they don't get a response to the toast, even though they dare not say anything to Bruce Wayne. The doubt, anger and even disappointment at that moment cannot be hidden.

But Schiller seemed to know that Bruce would not drink, he had no hope at all, and naturally he was not disappointed.

In just a few sentences, Batman came to a conclusion that surprised even himself—the professor in front of him knew him very well. little details.

It's even creepier for Batman than the Joker's way of knowing it.

Schiller seems to have known him for a long time, and he can even see his private life beyond the barrier of Batman's mask, which is something that even Robin and his closest group of birds cannot do.

(End of this chapter)