Chapter 1221: The Farm of Justice (20)

The tavern was playing West Coast lyrical rap, the rhythm was brisk and carried a bit of sadness, just like the streetlights that lit up at night in this city.

Just after sitting down, Lucifer noticed the difference in the bar counter. The wooden bar here wasn't assembled from wooden boards, but was a whole piece of raw wood, and judging from the wood grain, it had been there for some years.

"This is wood from the *Sailing*," the bartender introduced while wiping a glass. "The Sailing Shipyard represents the former glory of Haibincheng. After that great ship was decommissioned, our boss bought one of its timbers. It is a plaque of this city's history."

Lucifer's fingers brushed over the slightly rough wood grain, and he sighed with some emotion, "Human history is actually not long, but you always find many things worth commemorating in it. Clearly, those things have nothing to do with modern people, and can no longer provide you with any guarantee, but you are always proud of this."

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Schiller had one hand on the bar counter and the other holding a wine glass, quietly watching the light shine on the surface of the wine, like the light of a lighthouse falling on the sea. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Lucifer and said, "It seems like you already have some ideas."

Lucifer nodded and said, "I have measured every piece of land on every continent on Earth with my footsteps and have seen many, many histories."

"When I was in the midst of it, I would only sigh at the chaos and disorder of humanity, and only after everything was over would I suddenly realize that a moment in my life was already a long history for humanity."

Lucifer raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and said, "In the process of traveling, I didn't leave without any souvenirs. I collected some small gadgets at will. Maybe I can put them in my bar."

Lucifer opened his hands and said, "By then, it will be the bar with the most historical and cultural atmosphere on the West Coast. Although I don't know what use a bar has for historical and cultural atmosphere, it should still be quite cool."

Schiller smiled and said, "This can satisfy your desires very well. By then, every day you will be surrounded by the two questions of 'what is this' and 'what is that', and you will also have to explain to everyone tirelessly that it is not a fake, and that you are not crazy."

"I don't care about that. Just like you said, what I can't stand the most is boredom. I resolutely left Heaven mainly because life there was really too boring," Lucifer shook his head. He had almost finished a glass of wine, so he showed some drunkenness.

"Many people think that I hate God, hate my father, but if we really talk about it, the emotion that circles in my heart is not hate, but a kind of complaint," Lucifer said, supporting his face with one hand.

"He made everyone call me the first light, but if he really cherished this light so much, why bother creating so many lights afterward? If there were only light, that would be fine. I could still tolerate Michael. After all, if it weren't for them, Heaven would only be more boring."

"But why did God want to create humans? Create this kind of short-lived, chaotic, and meaningless mayfly? After humans appeared, he ordered us to do good to humans and be the light that shines on them. Of course, I am not willing."

"Have you asked him why he wanted to create humans?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer closed his eyes gently, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth and said, "Of course, he answered me, hoping that I would no longer be lonely."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and his long eyelashes appeared radiant under the light above the bar counter.

"Then are you lonely?" Schiller asked again.

"I don't know. I don't even know what loneliness is," Lucifer turned his head to look into Schiller's eyes and said, "I am the first light of the world. For a long time, the world only had me. I was born this way, so how could I be lonely?"

"Then is God lonely?"

Lucifer was silent.

After a while, Lucifer asked, "Don't you hate Batman?"

Lucifer turned his head back, took the other glass of wine handed over by the bartender, took a sip, and said, "Just as you said, everyone who has a relationship with him, who touches a bit of his edge, will be ruthlessly arranged by fate to become his stepping stone, including me, including all the light in this world, and even including God."

"If he needs it, we have to risk our lives. No matter how powerful the strength, no matter how high the status, it will all turn to ashes overnight and cease to exist. He is the true God of Destruction, the eternal Satan."

"You were forced to have a relationship with his fate, and you taught him so carefully, yet the result you obtained is still bleeding and injury. Are you really not going to complain?"

Schiller was silent for a while before saying, "You are God's creation. From birth, it was impossible to escape his control, and because of his powerful might, you felt that everything could only be listened to his arrangements and you could never get freedom. What you are complaining about is not that he doesn't love you, but just that you cannot choose."

"But Batman cannot choose either," Schiller shook his head and said, "We will suffer tragedy because of him, but the tragedy that falls on his head will be deeper, longer, and more lasting than anyone else's."

"Whether he has polluted anyone or bound anyone is not under his control, and he has no room for choice, and is even completely unaware."

"Then you still take revenge on him because of this?" Lucifer showed a wicked smile and said, "Since those who don't know are innocent, why do you have to torture him for four whole years?"

Schiller glanced at him, also showed a smile, and said, "So you were waiting for me here. Could it be that you still want to defeat me in terms of logical debate?"

"I don't," Lucifer shrugged and said, "You wanted to persuade me to reconcile with God and my brothers, so you wanted to tell me that those who don't know are innocent, and many people don't have the right to choose, and I should be considerate of them. But why aren't you considerate of Batman?"

Schiller blinked, and when his eyelashes crossed, the light spots were like the shadows of city lights reflected on the lake.

"Do you know how Bruce's grades are?" Schiller asked.

"Terrible," Lucifer answered without thinking. He didn't even need to use his omniscient and omnipotent ability to look at the timeline. He hadn't stayed in Gotham for long, but he knew that Bruce Wayne almost couldn't graduate.

"Then what do you think of his learning attitude?" Schiller asked again.

This time Lucifer thought for a moment and said, "According to his intelligence, if he studied seriously, how could his grades be so bad? It must be that he doesn't care at all, and his learning attitude is very bad."

"But do you know? He came to every one of my classes. Although he was sometimes late or left early, he never missed a class."

Lucifer felt a bit curious, so he asked, "He arrived on time for every class. Why is this? He doesn't want to study well, so why go to every class? Or rather, he went to every class, so how could he learn like that?"

"Oh, I understand. He must be afraid that you will be angry, right?" Lucifer suddenly realized and said, "It must be that you put too much pressure on him, making him afraid not to go."

"He goes to every class and can still learn like that. Wouldn't that make me even angrier?" Schiller asked back, "A student not coming to class is his own problem. Coming to class and still learning like that is my problem... He is also clear about this point."

"Then why does he still come? Why doesn't he go do something else, which could also make you less angry..."

"He comes to class but doesn't study. Then do you know what he does in class?" Schiller asked.

"What?"

"Sleep."

Lucifer was speechless. Schiller straightened his body slightly, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and said, "You might be thinking, when did I become so magnanimous as to allow a student who has neither grades nor attitude to openly sleep in my class?"

Lucifer looked at him, and his eyes were saying, "You're right, this is exactly what I wanted to ask."

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, I am not that magnanimous. Every environment in society has its own separate meaning. Since you want to live in society, you must do things that are consistent with the environment."

"The bedroom is for resting and sleeping, and the classroom is for listening to lectures and studying. Ordinary people reverse these two, and in the end, it will only be a mess of rest and study. Even to prevent this from happening, I will not allow students to sleep in my class."

"The other thing is, I don't want to prove that I have a higher status than the students, but at least, the knowledge I possess is richer than theirs. When I want to share this knowledge with them, they can directly refuse, which is not coming to class. But since they have come and want to accept this knowledge, they must maintain the most basic respect for me."

"Respecting the teacher is the prerequisite for receiving knowledge, because if you don't respect a person, it is impossible to keep what he says in your heart. If the teacher cannot gain respect, you cannot gain knowledge either, so why hurt each other?"

"Since that's the case, why do you indulge Bruce in sleeping in your class?"

"Because Bruce's mental illness makes him able to fall asleep only when he feels safe. Otherwise, even if he lies in the bedroom for a night, he cannot get real rest."

Lucifer turned to look at Schiller. He just wanted to ask "how do you know," but then he was like being choked, and he fell silent.

Schiller's profile under the light of the bar counter had undulating contour lines, like winding mountains.

"When a teacher teaches students life philosophy, they are all peeling open the scars brought by certain sufferings and showing them to him, telling him both empathy and that he will be understood."

In the past, Lucifer always felt that Schiller's tone was too calm and waveless, but this time, he heard a trace of rare calmness and gentleness in it.

So he turned his head back, placed the wine glass heavily on the desktop, and said, "Perhaps... Father is the same."

The golden halo reflected on the surface of the cup under the light was like the sunset shining on the blackboard through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lecture hall in the evening.

Through the hazy light, Lucifer saw that the hand holding the chalk in front of the blackboard paused.

When the teacher turned back, his gaze crossed layers of steps and desks, like climbing over one mountain after another, and fell on a figure in the last row of the classroom.

The young man lying on the desk was full of fatigue, but his tightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed.

The rise and fall of his chest gradually became calm, just like a baby making a faint snoring sound in a cradle, sleeping soundly.