The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1441 Research on manipulation (fourteen)

The wine glasses of the two were filled again, and Constantine was a little curious about what Schiller's next topic was.

In fact, there is nothing to talk about about Constantine himself. Constantine is already an adult with a well-formed worldview and self-consistent logic. Although he is rotten, he is not crazy.

Given the degree of pain Constantine was suffering, psychotherapy was useless. Even if he wanted to talk to a psychiatrist about his pain, he would never go to Schiller, because for a long time recently, his pain was from Schiller.

But unexpectedly, Schiller took out another cup from under the coffee table. He had just poured the wine when he heard a "bang" from the balcony, as if something had hit the ground, followed by " When clang" and "squeak".

The window was pushed open, and Zatana rushed in quickly, picked up the glass that Schiller had just put down, and poured the wine into her mouth.

Miss Magic wiped her mouth with her wrist, and Constantine looked up at her, surprised.

Because Zatanna didn't wear her magic costume, but a woolen long coat, a pink silk shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons on the top, a long skirt with hips on the bottom, and even a pair of pointed Head high heels.

"God, you're dressed like you just came back from a Spanish street float parade!" Constantine exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Zatana was coughed by the hot alcohol, but she still did not forget to stretch out a hand and pat Constantine on the back of the head, warning him to shut up if he couldn't speak.

Constantine looked at Zatana's face in surprise, and had to admit that Miss Magician is very beautiful. Her face has a Latino style, and her hair and eyebrows are thick black, so the prominent features are more prominent. She is three-dimensional and profound, and her practice of magic makes her eyes particularly focused. Her noble and special status in the mystical world also gives her a special noble temperament.

To Konstantin's surprise, Zatana wore light makeup today. Although many people think that Zatana wears makeup every day, it's just because her eyelashes are so thick that she looks like she has eyeliner on. Konstantin, who has had close contact with Zatana, knows that Miss Magician is very pragmatic and doesn't bother to put on makeup most of the time.

Constantine had to lean his body to the other side, leaning against the arm of the sofa on the side away from Zatana, and raised his voice and said, "It seems like the sun is out in Gotham today, where are you from?"

"Gotham has been out of the sun for a long time." Zatanna said angrily. She froze for a moment, lowered her arms, showing a frustrated look, and then sat down with Schiller and Constance holding the bag in her hand. on the armchair between the two.

"I went to a party and it was terrible." Zatanna pursed her lips. "I mean, I was so out of place."

Miss Magician covered her forehead with her slender fingers, leaned weakly on the back of the sofa and said, "I forgot that all the banquets I attended were held in the magic world, where no one would offend me. I can talk about anything I want."

"But I didn't expect that there are so many rules for ordinary people's celebrity banquets, and those topics that are talked about should not be brought up at all. I embarrass everyone and embarrass my friends. It's too bad."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, tapped his fingertips on the rim of the cup and asked: "Although my conversation with Mr. Constantine is not over yet, I don't think he is. Would you mind listening to your troubles with me, Miss Zatanna."

"Oh, professor, I mean...doctor?" Zatanna hesitated to confirm the title.

"What's the matter with you? Xiao Zha?" Constantine straightened up, stared at Zatana and said, "Whether he is a professor or a doctor, when did Schiller care about this? And when did you get entangled in other people's titles? Do you still wish to call me Lord Constantine?"

Zatana covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Are you a Lord?"

"I'm an Englishman, so it's inevitable that I work for the royal family. Besides, my ancestors are close ministers of Queen Victoria. Isn't it strange to have a title? St. Elizabeth Street is full of lords."

Zatana spread her hands and said with a desperate expression: "Of course you don't care, because you are my friends, but what if I call the wrong stranger on a formal occasion?"

Then she looked at Schiller with a distressed look, and asked: "Doctor, how do I distinguish the titles of you scholars? Why do I call a professor a professor, and he seems to see me with a third eye?" as surprised?"

Schiller pondered for a while and said: "If my friends have misled you by my usual address, then I am sorry. Generally speaking, you can call any scholar a doctor, but it is true that not every doctor is a doctor. Wanting to be called a professor might bring back some bad memories from his academic career."

Zatanna stared at him with wide eyes, and Schiller sighed and said, "The reason why I am here is because the paper shredder at Gotham University is broken and cannot process the paper that the students I teach give me. Woody reconstituted fiberized non-recyclable waste."

"The vast majority of scholars are proud of their academic achievements, and most gifted scholars who have made great academic achievements do not know how to get along with a group of students whose IQ is far lower than his. This process is often not very pleasant. You are so Calling him can easily cause his stress response."

"But it's all right to call you that," Constantine said.

Schiller nodded. When Zatanna came in, he had already extinguished the cigar and was about to put it back into the box. He put the box with the cigar on the table and said.

"I'm a different person. Compared with my academic achievements, I value the identity of a teacher more. Teaching students is an indispensable experience in my career. Whether it is good or bad, I will not be ashamed to mention it, but not all Everyone is like that."

Zatanna let out a long sigh, let her body curl up in the soft sofa, she turned sideways and hugged her bag and said: "It's too bad, I said it a long time ago, Professor Klein should not invite I went to a party in their circle and I screwed everything up!"

Hearing this name, Schiller raised his eyebrows, but before Constantine could react, he asked, "Who is Professor Klein?"

"One of my colleagues." Schiller replied ahead of Zatanna: "An equally good psychologist and chemist, I have worked with him at Columbia University and Gotham University, and his professional level Commendable."

Gotham was still in chaos when Jonathan was caught by Batman, so there were no public charges, questioning and trials, and his crimes did not endanger his social reputation, so he is also a famous psychologist. Outside of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, there is no difference from ordinary people.

But living in Arkham Asylum is not a disadvantage. Psychologists’ gatherings can basically be said to be exchange meetings for patients. There are only two outcomes for studying psychology, either go crazy or die.

Zatanna glanced at Schiller, and the expression on her face became even more depressed. Obviously, this innocent girl believed Schiller's praise of Jonathan, and then felt even more guilty about messing up Professor Klein's banquet. up.

Constantine's eyes stayed on Schiller's face for a while, then he looked at Zatana and asked, "How did you meet Professor Klein?"

Zatanna poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip and then calmed down and said, "Although my irony magic doesn't need to pay any price, and I don't need to prepare a lot of materials like ordinary mages."

"Thank you for saying that I am an ordinary mage."

Zatana gave Konstantin a white look, and continued: "But I still need to perform magic. In other cities, I can buy ready-made materials."

"But it's also available in Gotham. I can buy it. Did you go to the wrong store?" Constantine interrupted Zatana again.

Zatanna gritted her teeth and glared at him and said, "Yes, ordinary materials are fine, but the powder used in flame magic is not good. Gotham's rain and air are very strange. Most of the ignition powder can't be ignited here. Occasionally It can be lit, but the shape and effect are not what I want, so I can only try to configure it myself."

"But it's impossible for me to do such a dangerous thing in my own home, but I don't have any acquaintances in Gotham, don't look at me, it's good if you can take care of yourself, Constantine."

Zatana pouted and said, "I went to Gotham University to find Bruce, and I happened to meet Professor Schiller."

After she finished speaking, she cast her eyes on Schiller, who continued her words: "I told her that Bruce is not in Gotham recently, but if she just needs a place to do experiments, the chemistry lab at Gotham University is also available."

"Then, I ran into Professor Klein there. He was very curious about my formula for making the powder. Although I thought ordinary people might not be able to help, I also showed him the formula."

"Unexpectedly, the chemical knowledge of ordinary people is the real answer to this question. He helped me adjust the formula, deleted a lot of unnecessary magic materials, and only used a few simple elements to make a formula that is very suitable for my brother. Tan weather's medicinal powder."

"It was just amazing, so I asked him if he could help me configure a little more, and he said there wasn't enough material in the lab at Gotham University, so we went to the patient activity center at Arkham Mental Hospital."

Constantine almost spit out his wine, he stared at Zatana with wide eyes and said, "You know he is hospitalized in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and you still follow him?"

"What does it matter?" Zatana shrugged indifferently and said, "Is there still less mental illness in Gotham? Both you and Bruce should live here, or in other words, those who will come here to be hospitalized are self-aware. It’s only dangerous if you don’t heal yourself when you’re sick.”

Zatana stared at Constantine's face to point out something. Constantine silently turned his head back and did not look at her. Zatanna sighed softly and continued.

"Professor Klein is a very good teacher. He taught me a lot of common people's chemical knowledge and inspired me a lot. Afterwards, he asked me what I wanted this medicine powder for, and I said I wanted to do magic tricks."

"I told him about my experience as a street magician, which was very novel to him. He said that he was a scholar who had studied all the way, and he had hardly experienced such deviant things, so I invited him to come and see. My magic."

"Of course, it was rude to invite him to a street performance, so I booked a show at the Gotham Theater, and he showed up on time and raved about it, which made me a little embarrassed."

"In a few days, I received his invitation letter. In order to repay, I presented a wonderful performance for him. He hoped to invite me to a banquet held regularly by his old friends. Of course, not as a daughter-in-law." Companion, just ordinary friends."

Zatanna pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"Then, I screwed up everything."

(End of this chapter)