The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1665 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone ([-])
Schiller met Bruce Jr. on his way back to the dean's office after dinner time.

Because it was close to the time to turn off the lights, Bruce Jr.'s followers all returned to their academy, and they did not follow behind him. He returned to the dormitory alone, and just as he turned the corner, he ran into Schiller who was about to return to his office.

"Ah!" Little Bruce was taken aback, so he yelled. Schiller raised his eyebrows slightly, looked him up and down and asked, "Mr. Wayne, why don't you go back to bed so late? In the hallway What are you running around?"

"I'm not running around." Little Bruce retorted instinctively, he looked up at Schiller, and said with some complaints: "Besides, it's only eight o'clock, and only three-year-olds go to bed at eight o'clock. "

"Well, it seems that you are not sleepy. Since you have so much time, tell me how you got here."

"I just want to visit the school, I..."

"I mean, how did you end up in this universe?" Schiller asked, looking into little Bruce's eyes, "You're Bruce Wayne, just Bruce Wayne from another universe, right? "

Bruce Jr.'s eyes widened immediately, and he opened his mouth for a moment, as if he wanted to deny it, but in the end he said rather irritablely: "Yes, I am Bruce Wayne, those idiots thought I was an illegitimate child, really stupid reasoning."

"Then how did you get here?"

"I..." Little Bruce paused, and suddenly looked up at Schiller as if someone had stepped on his tail, and said sharply, "Why should I tell you? What does this have to do with you?!"

"I just care about you as the dean of this college." Schiller said unhurriedly. He looked up and down little Bruce, and then said, "You lost your school uniform. If you tell me the truth, I will How about I make up for you?"

"I don't wear that ugly school uniform." Little Bruce folded his arms and turned his head to the side and said, "You are all the same, you must use the principle of integrating into society to preach to me, why should I Dressed like those idiots?"

Schiller raised his head slightly. He looked at Bruce Jr. and his eyes began to become a little focused. This slightly nervous look made Bruce Jr. feel a chill down his back. He instinctively took two steps back and stammered: "You, what are you looking at me for?"

Suddenly, Schiller showed a clear look, he touched his chin lightly, and then said: "You had a quarrel with your housekeeper, because he wanted you to go back to school as soon as possible, and you ran away from home Go out and meet someone who thinks like you... Who could it be? Clown?... No, then you won't live to be here... John Constantine?"

Little Bruce finally showed a frightened expression. He took two steps back in a panic, looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "You can read minds? Can you read my memory?!"

"No, I'm just speculating." Schiller took out a staff that Strange gave him from his sleeve, and then he gently groped the side of the staff with his fingers, and said, "You met Constantine, but judging from your age, he should also be very young, with rebellious ideas similar to yours."

"It's just that his rebellion stems from the environment in which he lives and his unique magical talent, while you, your dislike of ordinary people comes from... their prejudice, to be precise, their pity."

"After your parents passed away, there should be many people looking at you with pity, but you don't like this kind of staring, as if you are a poor little person who can't do anything without your parents."

"Your housekeeper wants you to go back to normal school life, but the thought of them looking at you like that again once you go back to school makes you feel annoyed and determined not to go back, so you choose runaway."

"After you ran away from home, you met Constantine who came to Gotham, but why did he come to Gotham?...Because of the debt? Is his debt repaid?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly, combined the slightly chaotic information in his mind, and said: "There is a problem with his magic, which caused his debt to be unable to be repaid smoothly, so he came to Gotham to find a solution, and then encountered You who ran away from home."

"His more extreme and rebellious ideas make you more convinced that your views are right, so you behave more extreme."

"Can you tell me who brought you here, Mr. Wayne?"

Little Bruce looked at Schiller in a daze. He pursed his lips tightly, trying to maintain his expression as much as possible, not letting himself show a frightened look, like a trapped cub.

"If you tell me now, maybe you can get a little benefit from me, but if you don't tell me, I will guess one day that you have seen it, right?"

"You damn evil mage!" Little Bruce gritted his teeth and said, "You spy on my memory, what Constantine said is right, there is no good mage!"

"That's how you understand it." Schiller shook his head lightly, and then asked, "So are you going to tell me?"

"I..." Little Bruce took a deep breath, but he still mustered up the courage to look into Schiller's eyes, but when he touched those gray eyes, he looked away in a panic.

"The mage named John Constantine said that 'the runes of the holy power have been changed'. He drew a large magic circle on the ground, and then modified it there for several hours."

"and then?"

"I did quarrel with Alfred because he insisted that I attend the opening ceremony on time. I felt very angry and ran out of Wayne Manor, but I had nowhere to go. After I met Constantine, I I have been watching him draw the magic circle."

Little Bruce opened his mouth again, as if he felt that what he said next was a bit shocking, he hesitated to continue, but after a pause, he continued.

"I understand."

"what?"

"I understand how those runes of divine power work. Someone is constantly changing the way they are used. That Constantine is like a stupid fish seeing a tempting bait. He is about to be hooked."

"so you……"

"While he was away, I used the sacred power and runes of cohesive time that he had used to lock the state of the magic circle, so that I could temporarily be immune to the changes made by the source of the sacred power to the way of power passage."

"Did it work?"

Little Bruce showed another slightly embarrassed expression, but in the end he shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, the magic circle emitted a very strong light, and I vaguely saw a pair of eyes. The magic circle collapsed in an instant."

"Later, Alfred found me, and I followed him back to Wayne Manor. Within a few days, a big bat flew into the attic of my house, and I received an admission letter from this magic academy."

"I can't figure out what's going on here." Little Bruce licked his lips that were a little dry due to tension with his tongue, and after swallowing, he said, "The sacred power I portrayed in Constantine I saw words like 'paradise' in the runes."

"You want to know if your parents went to heaven?"

"That's what they all say..."

Little Bruce began to become nervous and irritable again. He kept rolling his eyes, refusing to meet people's eyes, and his finger muscles twitched a little. He said quickly: "At the funeral, everyone said they would go to heaven, Al Fred said, too, that if I was pious enough, I might see them again, but I knew it was nothing but childish nonsense."

"When a person dies, he is dead, and there is nothing left. But at that time, I didn't know that there was magic in this world."

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"

"Constantine said that resurrection is a trap for angels and demons." Little Bruce took a deep breath, then lowered his head and said, "This can't lure me like other children who have lost their parents, because I know that everything has a price."

"Very well, I hope you can always be so firm."

Bruce Jr. looked up at Schiller. He didn't know what Schiller meant. When Schiller turned and left, Bruce Jr. stared at his back closely. The fear and tension had not completely dissipated. , and the cold wind blowing in the corridor, the biting coolness coming from behind reminded him that the back of his shirt was completely soaked in cold sweat.

"Rodriguez..." When Bruce Jr. turned around and said the name, the tone of force seemed to be biting the words.

Originally, he chose this academy simply because he wanted to find news about heaven among countless materials about the magic world, and the academy for studying theory is the most suitable, but now he feels that in front of this mysterious dean, he feels like It is to be seen through all the thoughts.

Is mind reading a form of magic?

When he found that he might be read everything in his mind, the feeling of being spied on would make people feel great pressure. Little Bruce returned to the dormitory with a heavy heart, and then saw Barry in the public activity room. Standing in the middle of the students and talking.

"...I don't think I have the right to be above other students, but I'm afraid I still have to take the trouble to remind you to abide by school rules, respect teachers and classmates, and be responsible for your own safety and the safety of others."

"I must emphasize again that the second room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor of the main castle is not allowed to enter. There are some important things there. It is the most basic quality and courtesy not to touch things that others will not let you touch."

"Don't put incompetence so nicely..."

Little Bruce's voice came from the door, and Barry immediately frowned and looked over. Little Bruce walked over with a gloomy face. He looked Barry up and down, then walked straight past him, and bumped into him on purpose. Touch his shoulder.

"Give it back to you." After saying this, little Bruce turned and entered his bedroom, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Everyone looked at Barry. Barry frowned and stared at Bruce's door. After a while, he shook his head and said, "If Mr. Wayne must set a bad example, we don't need to worry too much about him. , because without those followers, he is useless alone, so why should we have the same knowledge as him?"

He deliberately raised the volume to ensure that his voice could pass through the door, but the door opened again, and Bruce rushed out of it with an angry expression on his face.

He rushed directly in front of Barry, grabbed Barry by the collar, raised his fist, and the surrounding students panicked.

But at this time, Harry rubbed his eyes and came out of the room, and said rather dissatisfied: "What are you doing all you stay up in the middle of the night? Laifa, Laifa, don't you plan to take care of it?"

Kane and other senior students were called out of the room. Kane walked over, looked at the two arguing in a serious tone and said, "It's bedtime now, go back to your dormitory immediately."

Little Bruce glanced left and right at the senior students who surrounded him, loosened Barry's collar as if venting his anger, and pushed him along the way.

Seeing the slightly dissatisfied expressions of the surrounding senior students, Kane sighed, and then said: "Same-grade students are not allowed to argue with each other in the school. This is a serious violation of school rules, and your quarrel has affected other people."

"I'm afraid I have to tell you that you are going to clean the big garden together tomorrow morning, and you, Harley, you haven't finished your homework, so go with them tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)