Chapter 1461

Breakfast was brought to the round dining table by the window, and the thin gauze curtains were blown by the breeze passing through the window gap, causing the steam rising from the breakfast on the table to sway bird-like.

Schiller and Bruce sat at the table eating. Schiller lowered his head, used a fork to roll up the pasta, wiped off the excess sauce with the tip of a knife, and after putting it into his mouth, said, "After breakfast, I'm going to attend a banquet. You can walk around the surrounding wineries; no one would not welcome Bruce Wei En."

"What kind of banquet are you going to attend?" Bruce picked up a pretzel bread and used a knife to cut them into small pieces.

"A somewhat special invitation, but still to celebrate someone's birthday." Schiller raised his eyes to look at Bruce's gaze, then sighed and said, "I don't think you would like that kind of occasion, and besides, you can't appear in this image."

"You said it, no one doesn't welcome Bruce Wei En."

"I'm referring to ordinary people." Schiller paused his hand cutting the food, thought for a moment, and said, "They are not ordinary, and even a bit abnormal. I think there is no need for anyone to deal with them."

"What could be more abnormal than a group of serial killers?" Bruce asked back. He rolled up some pasta, let the sauce drip onto the bread, and then put them into his mouth together.

Schiller's fingertips tapped lightly on the fork, and he said somewhat hesitantly, "I'm just not sure if you can step into this world... Well, I think you've changed enough. Since that's the case, it's not a risk, but as I said, you can't go like this."

"Then how should I dress?"

"No, I mean you should need some special items. After breakfast, I'll take you for a walk."

About an hour later, Schiller, wearing a three-piece suit and holding a cane, walked down from upstairs. Bruce looked at him and commented, "If I only look at your attire, I would think I had returned to the Victorian era."

"Then that's right. Go change your clothes."

Bruce stood up, moved his somewhat stiff arms, and walked upstairs. His formal wear was placed on the bed in the guest room; it should have been the one he left at the Rodriguez estate before.

Bruce knew that Schiller had special storage means, so he wasn't surprised at how he brought the clothes over. He changed his clothes quickly and walked down, finding Schiller standing by the wall in the living room making a phone call.

"Yes, that's right, it's the address I gave you last time, but I'm going to bring one of my students over temporarily. The target location remains the same. I'll pay you double the fare... Okay, see you later."

Bruce thought he had booked a private car, so he opened the door, walked onto the porch, and looked toward one side of the intersection.

As a result, a shadow swept over his head, and two loud horse neighs echoed in the sky. Bruce looked up and saw a carriage from the Victorian era sliding quickly over the roof, turning when it approached the ground, and landing steadily in front of the door.

Schiller had already walked out of the door. He carried a leather suitcase in one hand and a cane in the other. After locking the door, he tilted his chin at Bruce and said, "Get in the car."

Bruce sat into the carriage cabin, watched the carriage take off, shook his head, and said, "You didn't tell me it was this extraordinary."

Schiller lowered his head to check the lock on the box. Before Bruce could ask further, the carriage jolted violently, and the scenery outside the window instantly turned into fine, flowing light. Bruce didn't feel a strong push, but he knew the carriage was moving at full speed in a magical way.

A few seconds later, the flowing light converged. Bruce found the city's shadow appearing under his feet, the bright morning light outlining the shadow of Big Ben, morning mist rising on the Thames, and the bell of Westminster Abbey having just faded—London had arrived.

The carriage landed in a small alley in London's East End without attracting anyone's attention. Schiller took Bruce out of the car and found a red telephone booth at the corner of the street.

"I have to take you to buy some things first to prepare for tonight's banquet, have lunch there, then go to another location to buy gifts, visit old friends in London in the afternoon, and arrive at the banquet location before dark."

Schiller briefly explained the following process. Bruce had a stomach full of questions to ask, but Schiller had already walked into the telephone booth.

Schiller stood in front of the phone but didn't close the door. He turned to show Bruce the process of pressing the buttons and said, "Dial twice, don't press the wrong one, otherwise you won't know where you'll be thrown."

After speaking, he dialed the number at an extremely fast speed. The floor of the telephone booth suddenly vibrated twice, the opened door closed with a "bang," and a whirlwind swept along the road. Just as Bruce raised his arm to block the flying fallen leaves, Schiller's figure disappeared from the telephone booth.

Bruce opened his eyes slightly. He hesitated, pressed the door handle with his hand, opened the door, stepped in, and dialed a string of numbers twice quickly according to Schiller's method.

Instantly, the street scene began to blur, and endless flowing light swept past his ears. Perhaps it was a second, or perhaps it was as long as a year. Bruce felt the floor under his feet vibrate slightly, and when he pushed the door open again, what appeared before him was a space with somewhat dim light.

Bruce stepped out of the door and found that he was in a bar. The telephone booth behind him became more retro, and some vines and withered grass were hanging on it.

The bar in the early morning didn't look lively, and the swaying dim candlelight made people feel even sleepier. The edges of the dark brown tables and chairs were carved with naturalistic decorative patterns, and all kinds of feather and leaf specimens and bone decorations were hanging on the pillars and the wall near the door.

What was most impressive were the vivid paintings hanging on the wall near the bar, with bright and clear colors, and they were a bit too vivid. Bruce felt that the fact that the scenes and people in the paintings could move shouldn't be his hallucination.

Near the wall on the left, there was a large staircase leading to the second floor, with an exquisite wall clock placed under the stairs. The wall on the left was rows of bookshelves, and quite a few books and sundries were piled on the ground.

The bar wasn't completely empty. A few people who looked like waiters were sitting at a round table covered with a green tablecloth playing cards, and two guests who looked like they were drunk were lying on the table sleeping.

Bruce saw Schiller's figure in front of the bar. He was talking to a man wearing blue tights, a red cape, and a large sword at his waist.

It seemed that this man dressed somewhat strangely was the owner of this bar. Schiller placed his box on the table and took a martini from the bartender.

Bruce walked to a table not far from the bar and sat down without changing his expression. He heard Schiller address the man suspected of being the bar owner as Jim.

"I really can't believe you actually got it!" The man called Jim looked at the things in Schiller's suitcase with bright eyes. He stared at the box intently, marveling, and commented, "This is too rare. It seems you have gained a lot in Cat Getan over these years."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This was made by a student of a friend of mine. He is exceptionally talented in this regard."

Jim nodded and sighed, "I admire you people who engage in education the most, especially you, and you are still engaging in education in Cat Getan. I heard that you have seen initial results recently."

"You could say that. Not having visited for a few years, this can be considered my gift for returning."

"Oh, my god, this won't do." Jim immediately refused, "I can't accept your things for nothing."

"Compared to this, you might as well see if it meets your requirements. I think the effect is not bad, but you can test it."

"I know it's a good thing just by looking at the color." Jim reached out and touched the things in the box and said, "Look at these emerald green leaf veins, strong and powerful roots, and neat wrinkles. I bet it must be a healthy little guy."

Bruce, who was eavesdropping, had a bad premonition.

Schiller pressed the button at the bottom of the box. Suddenly, the sound of ice cracking came from the bar. With a "zeng" sound, a green, extremely healthy and lively, and quite fantasy and mysterious-colored—cabbage—jumped out of the box.

The two longest leaves of the cabbage swayed back and forth, as if it was planning to find someone as a target for practice. Just as Jim leaned over, the cabbage gave an uppercut, hitting him onto the wine rack behind the counter.

"Bang!"

"Ow!"

Schiller reached out and pressed the cabbage. Jim rubbed his chin, not only not angry but happily said, "Really good, now the Oblivion Bar is safer."

"You know, it's not that I'm too picky, it's just that most of the people who get drunk here are very special. People with infinite strength and bodyguards fighting each other always end up with blood everywhere, and black magicians can use mental magic to bewitch animals. To avoid this kind of thing affecting my business, I can only seek help from plants."

"But I can't hire a magician to manipulate a certain plant as a bodyguard here 24 hours a day, but if I have this little guy, I can give those bastards who get drunk and act crazy a hard punch, hahahahaha!"

Jim laughed. Schiller pushed the box toward him and said, "When not in use, put it back in the box. Press this button and it will be frozen. If you encounter trouble, open the box and press the button again, and you can let it out."

"But remember, it needs to be in the sun on time, and when it fights, you'd better stay away from it, because you can't count on a cabbage to distinguish between friend and foe..."

Jim closed the box with great satisfaction and then said to Schiller with gratitude, "Doctor, forgive me for not even making a phone call to you for these years. To tell you the truth, we didn't expect that you would actually live in Cat Getan for a long time."

"You can say it directly, many people should have thought I was dead."

Jim showed an embarrassed smile and said with some emotion, "This is not their fault either, after all, Cat Getan's reputation..."

"Oh, by the way." Schiller seemed to have just remembered, his gaze swept across the entire bar, then stayed on Bruce. He waved at Bruce and introduced him to Jim, "This is my student Bruce. He just graduated and is an excellent graduate."

"Bruce, this is the Master of the Dark Night, Jim Luke. He is a descendant of the Master of the Dark Night clan, the greatest hero in Maia's history, and also the owner of the Oblivion Bookstore and the Oblivion Bar."

"Doctor, you don't know yet, right? The Oblivion Bookstore is now Constantine's property. He bought it with 20 bottles of soul dust, so I can focus on running the bar now."

Looking at Bruce casting a questioning look at himself, Schiller didn't explain but leaned on the bar and took a sip of wine, saying.

"Welcome to the magical world, Bruce."