American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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In the manor, the afternoon sun shines on the carpet through the window. The fine fluff roots on the carpet are clearly visible. The leather shoes are stepping on the edge of the carpet. Merkel, who is wearing a shirt, leans forward, over the table, from the shelf. Take the globe off.

The globe has not been used for a long time, and a layer of floating ash has fallen on the surface. Merkel took out a rag and gently wiped the surface of the globe. At this time, he heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he found that Schiller walked in. .

"Good noon, sir... oh, what is that?" Merkel first greeted normally, and then he looked at the thing that Schiller was carrying with a little doubt.

"Yesterday, Victor and I went to the antique store in the West End and found a fun item." Schiller shook the item in his hand and made a crackling sound.

It was a wooden frame with many wooden beads, and when Schiller picked it up, Merkel saw the whole thing and said, "This is... an abacus? Why are you interested in this? "

"The abacus, an ancient calculation tool, I love it more than the calculator. It also makes a sound. The sound of the collision of the abacus beads is much more pleasant than the electronic synthesis sound of the calculator."

As Schiller said, he sat behind the table with the abacus. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. Merkel took a step to the side and moved away slightly to make sure that it would not block Schiller's sight.

But Schiller just glanced at the watch casually, and then began to lower his head and fiddle with the wooden abacus.

It can be seen that this abacus should be an antique, but fortunately, the pulped wood will make the hand feel smoother. Schiller supported his head with one hand and kept turning the abacus beads with the other.

Merkel looked at it for a while and found that Schiller was not flipping the abacus beads at will. He seemed to be calculating these things with the abacus.

Merkel found that her employer was really getting weirder and weirder, and it was not a matter of changing her schedule and living habits. Before, he still loved this globe like a treasure, but I don’t know what day, the globe was thrown aside, On the contrary, the cane, which had not been very popular before, was frequently used, and the top of it was somewhat worn away.

Today, I don't know where I got an abacus, and it seems that I have really learned abacus, and intends to use this rather ancient calculation method to calculate something.

"Sir, if what you want to calculate is more important, I can help you get a calculator. I'm not questioning your abacus ability, but the numbers and accounts are all wrong. Once something goes wrong, restore this part of the content. It may consume you a considerable amount of time..."

"It doesn't matter, it's not an important matter." Schiller cracked the abacus beads and said, "I just practice the abacus first, so as to cope with the possible peak of the next account..."

"Accounting peak?" Merkel was a little puzzled again, but at this time, Schiller looked up at his watch again, and just as he made this action, Merkel heard the downstairs doorbell ringing.

Merkel turned her ears in surprise, then walked quickly to the door, glanced downstairs, and said, "I remember, there should be no appointment today?"

"Indeed, because the people who come here don't know how to make an appointment at all."

Merkel went back and put down the globe in his hand. When he came downstairs, he found a figure leaning lazily by the door, without even needing to approach, he knew that there would be no one but Constantine.

"Morning, Merkel, is Schiller here?" Konstantin didn't consider himself an outsider at all, he raised his leg and walked in. Instead, the housekeeper Merkel could only follow behind him.

"Mr. Constantine, you must call to make an appointment first, so that I can know if Mr. Schiller has time today. If you don't make an appointment, it happens that Mr. Schiller has something to do, isn't it a waste of time?"

"Come on!" Constantine waved his hand and said, "What can he do? Eat, sleep, wipe his broken umbrella, work only 4 hours a day, and spend the remaining 20 hours in his study studying conspiracies. …”

"You'd better not say that." Merkel chased after Constantine, but Constantine really started, walking fast, he crossed the courtyard, stepped up the stairs, "Zeng Zeng Zeng" a few steps , and came to Schiller's study.

Schiller was still sitting behind the desk fiddling with the abacus. When Constantine walked in, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he just pointed at the chair opposite.

Konstantin lifted the hem of his trench coat and sat across from the chair. Schiller gave Merkel a look. Merkel first drew the curtains, then walked to the door and closed it, and then stood in front of the table.

Constantine looked up at him and said, "Next, we're going to have some private talks..."

Merkel made a "please" gesture, then stood still, Konstantin stared at him, clicked his mouth, and said: "My conversation with your boss may involve some secrets, don't you think you should……"

"Sir, you are British and you should know that the butler does not exist in this manor, at any time."

Constantine sighed helplessly, then looked at Schiller, but Schiller didn't care at all, and was still playing with his abacus. When Constantine looked at Merkel, he only saw Merkel's standard British style. Fake laugh.

"Okay, next, let's talk about my pay." Constantine tapped the table with his fingers and said.

Schiller finally stopped fiddling with the abacus. He lowered his head, opened the drawer of his desk, took out a document from it, handed it to Constantine, and said, "This is the account statement, look at it, is there any problem? "

Constantine took the document, and when he saw the first page, he was stunned. He pointed to the line above and said, "Reimbursement unit... Green Lantern Corps? What does this mean?"

"Literally." Schiller replied without looking up.

"You mean, the one who pays my salary is actually the Green Lantern Corps?"

"No, it's me who pays your salary, but I have to go to the Green Lantern Corps for reimbursement. Don't forget, I'm one of the Green Lanterns, and any strategic actions I take should be paid for by the Green Lantern Corps headquarters."

Constantine opened his mouth wide and said, "You mean, you ask me to drag the first batch of Green Lanterns, drive them to the central turntable when the second batch of Green Lanterns arrive, and make a sneak attack. That Adjutant Carroll, these things are your strategic plans, and you plan to ask the Green Lantern Corps headquarters to reimburse you for the cost of this plan?"

"Yes, before I implemented this plan, I was already a member of the Green Lantern Corps, a proper Green Lantern, and the code in the ring said that the Green Lantern Corps would pay the Green Lantern Corps to police the sector in which he was responsible. All the expenses for the event, is there any problem?"

"You..." Constantine rarely didn't know what to say. He thought about it for a long time, and even the muscles on his face were working hard to assist his thinking. In the end, he spit out a question:

"Do you think you're a little immoral?"

"Continue to look down." Schiller was still thinking to himself.

Constantine took back all his thoughts, then lowered his head again, and looked at the bill, while looking at the bill, he muttered to himself: "Attendance... Is it? It looks fine, the energy of 20 green light rings for the attendance fee? Acceptable..."

"Wait!" Constantine exclaimed suddenly.

"The loss of magic equipment is 380,000? ? One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand... 380,000?!

"

Constantine stretched out his hand and began to count his fingers, then he looked up at Schiller and said, "You wrote it casually, right?"

Schiller also looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes, and Constantine suddenly hesitated again and asked, "... Right?"

Schiller looked at him and said nothing, Constantine closed his eyes, then rubbed his eyebrows, put the bill down, then looked at Schiller and said, "I thought you would have a basic understanding of magic. "

"The whole earth... oh, no, according to them, the sector where the whole earth is located may not have more than 38 items that can be called magic tools."

"I've said long ago that magic has a price, and it has a huge price. You can never hire a devil to help you build an artifact for free. Even the most common enchanted weapon may need to sell your soul... …”

"Even those magicians who have their own mage towers in the fissure space can have a real magic tool, which is already very remarkable, and a wandering mage like me doesn't have one at all."

Schiller still stared at him without speaking. After a long time, Constantine finally lost. He said, "Well, there are one or two things, but I hid them."

Schiller continued to stare at him, and Constantine sighed helplessly and said, "5 pieces, really only 5 pieces, including the pots and pans that make magic paint..."

Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Constantine looked at him. Finally, Constantine raised his hands and said, "Okay! Okay! There are probably more than 600 pieces in my hideout..."

"But, you have to understand that my situation is rather special. I am good at making friends. Whether in heaven or hell, I have many good friends. When I heard that I moved to a new house, they were all willing to help, and some also did business with me. Just like you, so I can get paid..."

"But ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the vast majority of magicians in this world don't even have a weapon at hand. In any case, the number of 380,000 is too exaggerated!"

"Who are you?" Schiller asked suddenly.

"Who am I? I am Constantine, who else can I be?"

"No, I mean your name."

"Uh, I have a name called Hell Detective, but I told you before, I'm not a Detective, the focus of Hell Detective is hell."

"How is your reputation?"

Constantine showed an expression of "you are asking knowingly", and Schiller said: "Yes, it's rotten."

"A new Green Lantern named Schiller Rodriguez faced the difficulty of **** in Gotham City at the beginning, but he had justice in his heart and made a series of plans to save it."

"At the beginning of this plan, he took about half of the energy of the total lamp furnace, but he found that the energy was still not enough to turn the tide, so he had to make a blank check and hired many capable celebrities, among them Including you, Constantine."

"And because of your bad reputation, it's normal for you to talk loudly, right?"

"But how could they possibly agree to this blatant extortion?"

"But if they don't agree, don't you have a reason to grab it? You're a rotten person anyway."

"I..." Constantine was choked, he said: "I admit that I am a bad person, but it is not that bad. Many times, I am still very contractual, you are ruining my reputation in the industry. ,you……"

"I'll give you an extra 10% when it's done."

"Twenty percent!"

"Deal."