The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Almost no one comes to the basement of Rodriguez Manor. Even Merkel is not allowed to enter. Only Schiller, or only a certain personality of Schiller, comes here.

Master Andrew's body was casually discarded on the cold ground, and Pamela smelled a strange smell as soon as she walked in.

But this is actually not unexpected. Today's maximum temperature is close to 27 degrees. Even the always cool cellar has a temperature of about [-]-[-] degrees. Human corpses decompose faster than most animals.

"It doesn't look like the ingredients are fresh." Pamela frowned and said, "Are you sure it's still edible?"

Schiller glanced at the corpse on the ground and said coldly: "No, miss, that is not our food. It was inedible the moment he died. It can only be used as bait at best."

Pamela looked at Schiller and felt a little confused. She didn't know what Schiller was referring to, but she really had no interest in getting close to the corpse that was constantly changing towards a high degree of decay.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the corridor door of the cellar room. Pamela turned around suddenly and saw a cloaked figure in the black shadow of the corridor.

"Did you kill Andrew?" The sharp and hoarse voice sounded, with the mysterious meaning of a magician, but Pamela looked at her with a hint of sympathy.

The figure walked out of the darkness, the hood was taken off by a pair of pale hands, and the goat horns between the black hair were very obvious. She was a woman with succubus blood, and Pamela swore that she was looking at Schiller's face. I saw the most dissatisfied expression so far.

"Are you a mixed race? Not fully human?" Schiller turned around and looked at the half-succubus who appeared outside the door. His eyes stayed on the tail dangling behind her for a moment, and this succubus walked over. The devil had no idea. She said: "Although Andrew is stupid, that foreigner named Strange is not qualified to decide the future of the magic world."

"Don't let demons contact humans at will, what a joke!" The half-succubus sneered and said, "From now on, we will have to be with those weak ordinary people, running around for a little bit of food every day? Without the power of demons, , what’s the difference between magicians and ordinary people?”

At this moment, another skinny figure came out from behind the half-succubus. With even more dry fingers, he took off the hood, revealing an old face with crisscrossed grooves.

Schiller calmly called out his name: "Undead Archmage Kaz, it turns out you are still alive."

"It's not that simple for those winged rats to kill me like this." Kaz laughed twice like a ghost, and said: "Death, corruption, filth, I am an expert in playing with these things, they It’s just about living a long life.”

"Salia, stop talking nonsense with him. Take Andrew's body and I can use it to curse the person who killed him, the Supreme Mage? We will see him in the Black Abyss soon!"

The next second, the cellar was dark, and Pamela didn't see how Schiller disappeared at all.

Half an hour later, Strange walked down the stairs of the manor, clutching his still aching head. He saw Schiller setting the table and said, "They are not easy to deal with, and the trouble will continue."

"Can you tell me what you have investigated recently?" Schiller inserted a bouquet of daisies into a transparent vase with light green patterns, placed it in the center of the table runner in front of the dining table, and then began to speak in a complicated manner. techniques for folding napkins.

"The demon's erosion is much deeper than we imagined. Some people have almost completely lost themselves, but they think they have. They feel that their choices are all due to their will, but the opposite is true."

"This situation often occurs among magicians with devil blood. The stronger the blood, the more severely it will be eroded. Andrew's ability to become an archmage has something to do with his blood."

Strange walked to the opposite side of Schiller, picked up a napkin, and folded the napkin in the same way as Schiller. Suddenly he frowned slightly and sniffed, not sure if he was in the air. I smelled a subtle smell of blood.

He regarded it as an illusion and said: "We all got one thing wrong. Although young people who are seduced by power are irritable and impulsive and will do anything for power, the archmage bleeding with the blood of demons is the real threat."

"When I realized this, it was too late. They blatantly gathered together and said that none of us can represent the will of mankind. We should vote or show our hands, otherwise the magic defense network will never be completed. .”

"They say that they have the freedom to pursue power, the freedom to know the truth and communicate with the outside world. They say that the magic defense network is our cage. We should negotiate with the devil on an equal footing and should use a gentler method."

Schiller raised his head and glanced at Strange. The expression on Strange's face was almost as if he was about to laugh. He knew that these remarks would not have any impact on Strange at all. This extreme human supremacist was completely Won't listen to this nonsense.

"My only mistake was that I didn't expect that even if I forcibly completed the magic defense network, some demons and angels would still be able to communicate with them through the blood lines they left in the bodies of human descendants. Andrew and several other surviving archmages were all Bewitched, there may be more people, and those maggots expelled from the magic world are also watching in the dark."

"So you plan to kill Andrew?"

"This is just the beginning." Strange gently put down the neatly folded napkin, and Schiller's eyes fell on the edge of the neatly folded napkin, revealing a smile.

"Whoever answers the devil's summons will die." Strange said without any scruples: "No matter what the successors of this world think, or they want to describe me as a tyrant in the history books, But that’s not what I’m thinking about.”

"But obviously the truth is trickier than you think." Schiller also put down the folded napkins and said: "It's not which ones, but how many are left."

"Perhaps not a single one is left." Strange's face became very gloomy, and he said: "When I went to kill Andrew, he had obviously received the news, and there were very few people who knew my plan, and they all couldn't. Believe it."

"In addition, they will target you sooner or later." Strange looked at Schiller's gray eyes without fear and said: "They know that you are not simple, so they may not attack you, but you are not a person in this world. Alone."

Schiller knew that he was talking to the Schiller he knew, or at least to Professor Schiller who brought him into this world. Schiller did not directly tell him not to worry, he just said: "There are many Sometimes, brutal killing cannot solve all the problems." "Is it a good thing to keep them alive?" Strange said angrily: "If you don't kill all the betrayers, there will only be more and more betrayers."

Schiller shook his head and said, "It's all about the method."

"Death brings the most powerful deterrent."

"People who are connected to the devil are always confident, because physical death is not the end for them." Schiller stretched out his hand to adjust the angle of the flower with his fingers, and said: "Needless killing only increases your own consumption. If you don’t have dramatic creative inspiration, don’t spend your energy on butchering.”

Strange really couldn't understand. He found that the Schiller in front of him was different from anyone he knew. Although they had met once in the tower of thinking, it was obviously not something that Strange could read. Understand him better.

"No matter what, if Schiller's friends are harmed, it will be the consequence of your inaction now that you are using this body." Strange emphasized: "They will definitely take action, and they also want to make us afraid through killing. .”

"They have already started." Schiller left the table and walked towards the door of the restaurant. Merkel walked quickly along the corridor and handed Schiller a piece of paper.

Suddenly Strange turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant. There was a slight noise in the garden, and among the swaying shadows of the trees, several figures were approaching here.

Strange instantly became alert, but Schiller walked to the garden door and opened it for the visitor.

Leading the pack was Deathstroke, followed by Constantine and Zatanna.

"We should have caught up, right?" Deathstroke sighed, wiped the dirt from his shoes on the doormat, and exchanged a few words with Schiller like every travel-traveled guest from afar.

Zatanna looked as confused as Strange. She also walked into the restaurant, but looked at Schiller and said, "What the hell is going on? Why did this strange guy want to create a road bombing and then kidnap Us, but sent us here again?”

"Thank you." Schiller handed the piece of paper he had just received to Deathstroke and said, "I am sure that no one alive except me has ever seen this list, and your family will be very safe."

"Burn it." Deathstroke waved his hand and said, "I will always be a hard worker. How many times has this been working for you?"

Schiller handed the paper in her hand to Zatanna and made a fire gesture. Although Zatanna didn't understand the whole situation, she still lit the fire and burned the paper.

Schiller's eyes fell on Constantine. Constantine just exchanged a look with him and fell silent.

Schiller said, "I know you have a lot of doubts. It's still some time before the banquet starts. We can talk slowly."

"John's bookstore rented Halle's house, and I think you'll remember that Halle went to check on the house after it was destroyed and you renovated it."

Constantine nodded.

"She didn't come to see the decoration standards." Schiller held the red wine bottle with both hands and looked at the words on the bottle, and said, "You should know that she has special abilities, right?"

"He gained a magical dark energy. I have never seen such substantial darkness, so I can't judge." Zatanna said with a frown.
"She wanted to go to the bookstore to find some magic books to read, but she knew that with you here, you wouldn't let her come into contact with that dangerous knowledge, so she didn't want you to know, she just planned to sneak a few books. Schiller said looking at Zatanna.

Zatanna's frown deepened, and he heard Schiller say again: "But she found a strange magic mark on the second floor of your bookshelf."

"John can't use magic now, and you are not good at identifying hidden marks, but Harley has a special talent for detectives, and she immediately realized that you were being targeted."

Zatanna frowned. She was trying to remember if she had seen any suspicious characters recently, but after all, she was not a detective like Batman. She had been busy fighting with Constantine recently, and she really did not pay attention to observe what was wrong in her life. The place.

"Someone wants to kidnap you to threaten me, thereby affecting the completion of the earth's magic defense network."

"And I asked this excellent mercenary to create an explosion before they attack you. The magic world will think that you were found by an old enemy and died without a body. It was a simple trick to fake your death to get away from attention."

Schiller turned to look at the corridor behind the restaurant door. Merkel had already walked over with a dinner plate, and a very exquisite meal was placed on the table.

Zatanna looked at a piece of meat steak on the table, moved her nose and said, "Are you really going to hold a banquet?...It smells so delicious. What kind of meat is this?"

"Moose meat." Schiller lowered his eyes to observe the pattern on the piece of meat, and said: "It was unusually strong when alive."

Then he raised his eyes and met Strange's gaze and said: "Although beasts are defeated by satiety, they are more afraid of hunger. Humans use this to lure them, and they have domestic animals."