The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 925 Schiller's Garden
After gradually entering winter, the rain in Gotham has not decreased. The pattering rain slid down along the eaves, and when it fell in the garden, the leaves of the delicate garden plants were knocked down, and the soft branches bent down. , clinging to the ground, wailing helplessly.

Merkel put on a raincoat and went out with an umbrella. Schiller, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, looked up and asked him, "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"Sir, the rain is too fast tonight. I'm afraid the newly transplanted plants in the garden can't stand it. I'm going to set up the canopy so that they won't be able to survive this winter."

Schiller shook his head, and said helplessly, "Even if they don't get caught in the rain, they won't survive this winter, and I'm afraid they won't survive this night at all..."

"Merkel. I told you a long time ago that Gotham is not a city where you can display your gardening skills. Those delicate European seedlings are only suitable for growing in the gardens of European nobles. Gotham? It will only be theirs here grave."

Merkel sighed softly and said: "A month ago, when there was some sunshine, they grew well, but I didn't expect that the dark clouds have not left the city in the past week."

"Even if there is no way to survive all of them, at least we must keep the few remaining plants, after all. How can there be no flowers in the garden of the manor?"

Schiller shook his head helplessly, but said nothing, and Merkel took an umbrella and went out.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the living room, Schiller could see that as soon as he went out, the umbrella ribs were broken by a strong wind, and the force of the wind blowing the umbrella surface brought Merkel into the tree behind, and the roots on the ground shook her. He tripped.

When she stood up again, Merkel threw the broken umbrella aside as if she was angry, put on her raincoat hat, and walked back. Schiller smiled and said: "Why don't you say that, tomorrow Can't we fix it in the morning? Tonight is a typhoon day..."

After speaking, he closed the book, walked to the door, and glanced at the garden behind.

The situation there is indeed not optimistic, not only the newly transplanted plants, but even the many Rosaceae plants left by the previous owner of the manor, as well as the dense shrubs, are not growing very well. .

Schiller turned back, went to the cloakroom next to the stairs, took out two umbrellas, and handed one of them to Merkel. Merkel took the umbrella and looked at him with some doubts. Schiller shrugged and said :
"We have to save the plants. Looking at the weather, the gardeners in Gotham must be very busy tomorrow. You can't count on the rich ladies in the manor area to go and rescue their gardens on such a rainy night."

Schiller put on his raincoat, took his umbrella, and came to the garden. The cold wind rattled his raincoat, but the umbrella was very strong, and it didn't budge despite the wind and rain.

The garden of the Rodriguez manor is relatively large in the manor area. It is said that the original owner likes gardening very much. Although Schiller does not know how an orthodox Gotham man cultivated this hobby, he bought the manor at the beginning. At that time, I spent a third of the price for this beautiful big garden.

Schiller hardly has the habit of planting. After he got this big garden, he also wanted to plant something, but the final result can't be said to be full of flowers and autumn fruits, but boundless fallen trees.

However, Schiller had a lot of cultivation knowledge before starting to cultivate, but after doing it, he found that cultivating gardening hobbies in Gotham is still a bit too extravagant. Most of the native plants here have survived the survival of the fittest for several generations. , in order to adapt to the harsh environment here.

The rain in Gotham is equal to all life. Humans will be crazy about it, animals will be vicious for it, and plants, they have not undergone any terrible mutations yet, thank God, and I still want them Delicate and glamorous, it is too demanding.

After trying several times to transplant new plants to no avail, Schiller stopped messing with the garden, but later, Batcat and Pikachu damaged most of the buildings in the manor, and Schiller had to move back to the school for a while.

The house can be repaired if it is broken, and Schiller can even change the layout of the rooms that he didn't like at first to what he wanted, and unify the decoration style by the way, but the only pity is the big garden, which was injured after the building collapsed. Many plants died before they survived the winter.

Schiller's manor is a very typical English-style manor building. After entering the entrance gate, there is a patio surrounded by three sides above the head. The hall is on the left and the reception room is on the right.

On the south side of the reception room is a row of taller slender glass for lighting, while on the north side is a complete curved floor-to-ceiling window glass, and then there is a door leading to the garden. The outside of this floor-to-ceiling window glass is the garden.

That is to say, guests can see the garden as soon as they enter the reception room and wait. When Schiller came to see the house, he was attracted by this.

Pushing open the heavy door, the sunlight pours down from the patio. When entering the reception room, the slightly taller slender glass cuts the sunlight into a slender shape. When it is projected into the room, it is warm and not dazzling.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, when you turn your head, you can see the garden in full bloom.

Looking out along the floor-to-ceiling window glass, first there are rose plants climbing on the flower stand, followed by high and low reeds and half of the pond, followed by the winding path of the hedge, the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, and the farthest white flower pavilion.

This floor-to-ceiling window glass is like a picture frame, framing the most beautiful scene in the entire manor garden.

But after the garden was destroyed, the trellises used for the climbing plants collapsed, and the lower climbing plants survived, but the roses that had grown for many years were almost wiped out, and the bricks built around the pond were destroyed , The reed is also staggering.

The trail flower pavilions and big trees in the distance are all right, but without the backdrop of the foreground, it looks even more desolate.

When Merkel came, what he liked most was the view in the big garden. According to him, he had learned the skills of a gardener in the Butler Academy, so Schiller, who was sitting in the reception room and reading the newspaper, could often see him A figure walking through the garden holding flower pruning shears.

But since the big garden was destroyed, Schiller was busy staring at the children of the Vocational Education Institute and had no time to return to the manor. After Merkel called him, he purchased a batch of gardening plants from Europe. Planted in the season of transplanting.

The result is conceivable, after two seasons of devastation and the biggest rainstorm in the music industry in ten years, [-]% of the transplanted plants have returned to the mother earth without even waiting for a round of flowering. Hug, the remaining [-]% ​​managed to survive, and the state is also deteriorating.

Standing in the wind and rain, Schiller looked at the few flower seedlings tied up with string to correct their growth, and sighed helplessly. He felt that these remaining plants might not survive tonight.

At this time, Merkel came over with the materials for the canopy. Schiller took a garden shovel and two canopy brackets from him, walked to the other side of the garden, shoveled the soil loose, and put the brackets on. Bury it.

After buying all the brackets on the four sides, hang the canopy on it. After Schiller hung the canopy on the brackets, he wrapped the rope a few times. After fixing it, he went to the other side and fixed it on the other side.

"I feel like we're doing a lot of work," Schiller said, tying up the canopy. "It's just a sympathy thing. It doesn't do anything for these poor plants."

"What did you say?!" Merkel yelled from the other side of the garden, their voices muffled by the wind and rain, so they could only speak louder, and Schiller repeated as he tied the rope:
"I said! I think it's completely useless! We can't stay here every night, they will die in the rainy night sooner or later!"

"But we have to do something, don't we?!" Merkel tightened the collar of the raincoat, buttoned the hat a little tighter, squinted the eyes that were blown into the rain, and then said loudly: "Last time! When Alfred came to pick up Aisha! He shook his head and sighed at the floor-to-ceiling windows! He must have had some opinions on the Butler Academy where I studied! "

Schiller tied a knot in the rope on his hand, pushed the knot onto the bracket, and shouted loudly, "I think! He might have a problem with me! Because Aisha hasn't learned to call his name yet!" But I learned to call my name!"

"Oh, damn it!!!" Merkel staggered and shook her hand vigorously. Schiller glanced over there and said, "What's wrong? Are you running out of rope?"

"No, there is a wooden thorn on this damn bracket, which got into my palm, and I might have to bandage it!" Merkel frowned, looked at her palm, and grinned.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, a strong wind hit. Merkel retracted both hands, without holding on to the support. A gust of wind blew past, and the awning that had been propped up, just like the umbrella before, suddenly collapsed and fell on the ground. on the ground.

Schiller let go, took a step back, and watched helplessly as the support and canopy fell on the poor flower seedlings.

Afterwards, he shook his head and said: "It seems that I am still too conservative, they may not even survive the first half of the night..."

The two returned to the manor together. Merkel took off her raincoat and went upstairs to bandage the wound, while Schiller stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the fallen awning rolled on the ground by the strong wind, like a cathedral full of destruction. The spider monster of desire, after flying out of the garden, made a mess of the cobblestone path and the front lawn.

After Merkel came down, Schiller walked back to the sofa and said: "I thought this garden could last until Aisha learned the word 'garden', but I didn't expect it to be destroyed so soon... ..."

Merkel showed a guilty expression, and he said: "I shouldn't think about saving those flower seedlings. Tomorrow morning, not only will the canopy be packed up, but the cobblestone path will also be re-paved. The shrubs seem to be a little bit broken too, for God's sake!"

Speaking of this, he hurried to the phone, and said, "I hope God forgives me for calling Daddy Bigfoot so late, asking him to introduce the gardener..."

After speaking, he picked up the handset and dialed the number, listening to Merkel and his acquaintances communicate the time when the gardener and maintenance workers came to the door, Schiller went to the French windows again, wanting to observe, the canopy like a spider monster, is it How to ruin a garden.

Now, the canopy has been blown under the oak tree in the center of the garden. The thick root system of the oak tree blocked the spider legs of the bracket, weakening the momentum of its fangs and claws. It seems that the road to destruction should have stopped.

Just as Schiller was about to turn around and leave, he saw a black figure jumping from the roof of the manor onto the oak tree, and then jumping off the branch of the oak tree.

And when it landed, the cloak just hung on the vertical canopy brackets, like a mosquito caught by a terrifying spider monster, or rather... a bat.

In the first second of being hung, Batman didn't even realize why he was suspended in mid-air. He has traveled this road countless times, and it is almost impossible for anything to go wrong?
But soon, he realized that it was not he who had a problem, but Schiller's estate.

Looking at the manor that seemed to have been ravaged by giant monsters, and the moment he met the eyes of Schiller, who was standing quietly in the floor-to-ceiling windows with a calm face, Batman was surprised to find that he was relieved.

Not for Schiller, but for some monster that might have attacked the Schiller estate, and for himself.

(End of this chapter)