Chapter 1463

"In the magical world, there is such a school."

During lunch, Schiller said this to Bruce. He lowered his head slightly to arrange the food on the plate, seeming to be organizing his language, and only spoke after a while, continuing.

"Most people think the founder of this school is Constantine, but that's only because he has extensive friends, and his friends have all left a deep impression on him."

"From ancient times to the present, magicians have been looking for ways to use magic without paying a price. The vast majority of people gave up after trying a few times. Humans were originally unable to compete with those powerful existences. Being able to borrow their power is already a fluke. Wanting not to pay it back is harder than ascending to heaven."

Bruce's eating speed slowed down because he seemed to have a premonition of what Schiller was going to say next.

"I know the reason why you are interested in magic. During the time Constantine was in Cat Getan, you were always following his footsteps, and he was also always reminding you not to try to resurrect anyone with magic."

"What he said is very reasonable, because whether you ask a god or a demon to resurrect someone, it is equivalent to handing over your own weakness. The originally fair transaction will immediately turn into him holding a whip and whipping you forward."

"The fundamental reason why Constantine played this set for so many years without collapsing is that he has no weaknesses. He let demons and gods know that no matter how they torture him and the friends around him, he will never bow his head. No one should think about taking advantage of him."

"He used unimaginable willpower to force his trading partners to only offer relatively fair conditions. He even had the energy to counterattack those demons and gods who wanted to play tricks. Once such an image is established, powerful creatures will also have some scruples."

"So, if you let any powerful existence other than a person know that you have wanted to resurrect someone for many years, then even if you don't take the initiative to find them, they will keep tempting you, and even threaten you with the image of your relatives, until every bit of your value is squeezed dry."

Bruce looked at Schiller, then lowered his head to cut the steak and said, "Thomas has already returned, and Martha... perhaps sleep is not a wrong choice, it's better than becoming the Joker, right?"

"I'm very happy you can think so, but the meaning of my saying these words is not to let you stay away from the magical world."

"I am feeling puzzled." Bruce stuck the tip of his knife into the steak and said, "If you and Constantine use the same method and are as painful as him, then you have no reason to drag me into the quagmire again. For years, you have been desperately trying to push me onto another path."

"Indeed, in the society of ordinary people, you have no need to take my path at all." Schiller also looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "You are not beyond saving, and you don't need to use madness as a sword at all. Those who take the path of Batman and me have no other choice, but you are different."

"I know, it's very normal for a student to take his teacher as a model because of admiration and want to inherit his mantle. I have always wanted to push you onto a different path, and you have quite a few complaints."

"I don't." Bruce answered immediately, but he was still poking the meat with the tip of the steak knife.

"Although in the society of ordinary people, you have already taken a different path and can already use the knowledge you have learned and the power you have gained as weapons, instead of madness, but perhaps on the other side of the world, you and I can take the same path."

Bruce's hand shook, and the tip of the knife made a harsh noise on the porcelain plate.

Schiller shook his head and said, "The essence of our mutual torture is that I teach you, but I strictly order you not to become me."

"When there is no longer such a contradiction between us, we can naturally develop a normal teacher-student relationship, which is exactly what I expect. Perhaps magic will be a good entry point."

Since Bruce made the noise, he hadn't moved again, and at this time he was still standing in place, looking into Schiller's eyes and saying, "Are you planning to teach me magic?"

"Can try, isn't it?" Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes quite gently. Recently he had been very gentle, which was the most exposed expression of his happy emotions.

The first thing Bruce thought of was the definition of the symptoms of autism patients. Autism patients usually don't like to take a new step, including but not limited to refusing to know strangers, refusing to develop new relationships, refusing to accept new environments, and always living in their most familiar imaginary world. This is the source of their sense of security.

For an autism patient, judging a relationship and taking a new step at the right time is harder than ascending to heaven. Schiller had never done this before either.

He rarely discussed the teacher-student relationship between them with Bruce. Although he was in a strong position in this relationship, he almost never took the initiative to make changes. It was always things finding their way to him, then being dealt with passively, and then passively accepting a change in a certain relationship brought about by a certain thing.

And now, he wanted to reverse Bruce's impression of the teacher-student relationship for the first time, or he also wanted to reverse his own. After all, this teacher-student relationship accompanied by pain and blood really couldn't be called a good memory. If it weren't for a result that was not bad, it would really just happen to match the city of Cat Getan.

Is there still room for reversal?

Bruce asked himself this. In another completely strange new world, under Schiller's guidance, learning a new discipline he had never come into contact with or understood, would it really not turn into another feast of pain and blood?

People who have experienced unhealthy relationships always have a pessimistic attitude toward relationships with others and need a very long time to heal, but Bruce knew how precious a social invitation from an autism patient was. He hadn't forgotten the goal he set at the beginning.

No one has no choice when it comes to madness, Bruce thought. Batman, Joker, or Schiller were all like this, but no one had such strong willpower and patience to wear them down, so they just lightly said "no saving," and they also thought so, so they turned madness into a weapon.

But if Schiller had also made such a rash conclusion at the beginning, then perhaps Bruce wouldn't be Bruce now. Since he had already become a savior, there was no lamb he couldn't save.

"My honor." Bruce raised his wine glass to signal to Schiller.

When Schiller picked up the wine glass, Bruce wasn't sure if he saw a trace of relaxation in his eyes, as if he had let out a sigh of relief.

"The banquet is going to be held tonight, and you still have to visit friends. Then when do you plan to teach me the magic that will keep me from being exposed at the banquet?" After lunch, Bruce asked this.

Schiller said while taking him onto the carriage, "No rush."

The time spent on the carriage this time was slightly longer. Schiller took Bruce to Maia's Mirror Tower to purchase gifts.

The Mirror Tower was a trading bazaar hanging upside down above Maia's sky, only the goods sold inside were more high-end than those sold in London's Great Bazaar, and most of them were specialties of the magical world.

Schiller took Bruce to a gemstone specialty store. The dazzling array of ancient magical jewelry here made Bruce feel somewhat dazzled, but thanks to his girlfriend being a gemstone collector, Bruce chose the most special magic ring inlaid with cat's eye stone in the store.

Afterward, they took the magic carriage back to London, and then saw a bookstore at the corner of a street full of mist.

Bruce guessed who Schiller was going to take him to visit, but seeing Constantine's figure again, he still sighed somewhat.

This Hellblazer had completely lost that sloppy appearance. Although there was still some rogue spirit belonging to punk rock, his mental state was much better than just a little bit.

Forced ashore by Schiller from borrowing to pay off debt, and with another soul in his brain supervising him, not letting him return to the terrible living state of the past, Constantine could be considered completely saved.

When Schiller and Bruce entered the bookstore, Constantine was sorting books with his back to them. Bruce could see that a large part of Constantine's bookstore still flickered with evil luster.

"Oh, you're here." Constantine said after turning his head to see Schiller.

And when seeing Bruce behind Schiller, he was greatly surprised, even retreating quickly and falling into a pile of books. He opened his arms and said, "If you don't want me to open a bookstore, just say so. There's no need to destroy all of London, right?!"

Schiller handed a small gift purchased in the Mirror Tower to Constantine and said, "Don't be nervous, it's just that I plan to teach him magic."

Constantine's hands started to shake. He stared at Schiller and said, "Another four years, and then destroy London, Maia, or some other city?!"

"Not this time."

"There's definitely a ghost if there isn't!"

Finally, Constantine still accepted Schiller's gift with a face full of complaints, opened it to take a look, put it back on the shelf, watched Schiller pick up a book at random and start reading, and still asked with some doubt, "You're not serious, are you? You plan to let Bruce Wayne learn magic?"

"He is already a big tycoon standing at the top of the pyramid in the society of ordinary people. You still want him to become an archmage? Can you leave a way out for ordinary mages like me who have mediocre talent and mediocre family background?"

"I think you are also quite comfortable being a second-hand book dealer." Schiller said not without sarcasm.

"Don't mention it. Everyone who can be friends with me and still be alive today has some skills. Thanks to the brothers for their love." Constantine sat down next to a pile of books and said, "Life is still passable."

"Okay, let's talk about business." Schiller put down the book, looked at Constantine, and said, "Find me a few books that record the most secret, most profound, and most obscure magic knowledge. It's best if they are on the same topic."

Constantine widened his eyes and stood up from the ground, looking at Schiller with some doubt and saying, "Most secret, most profound, most obscure? Such books can gather dust on the bookshelves of demon lords. Why do you want them?"

"Just say whether you can take them out or not?"

"Heh, am I the kind of person who eats a provocation?" Constantine snorted coldly, but still patted the hem of his windbreaker and went upstairs to find books for Schiller.

After a while, he took out three big volumes much thicker than bricks and said, "The mysterious world has experienced about three knowledge revolutions. Before the first knowledge revolution, magic was something that only nobles with money, leisure, and talent could play with. At that time, deciphering a symbol might take more than ten years."

"These three books are magic treatises written in that era, which are classics written by ancient archmages about the operating laws of magic in this world. Even if the mysterious world is prosperous to this extent now, not many people have the patience and knowledge to decipher these profound and obscure things they wrote."

Constantine shrugged and said, "After all, as long as you can make a deal with a demon in a dream, you can use magic. Who would care about how magic actually operates?"

"Very good, just these."

Schiller nodded with satisfaction, then waved at Bruce who was checking other books and said, "Come here, Bruce."

Schiller lowered his head to look at his watch and said, "There are about three hours left before the banquet starts. Memorize these three books. Whoever talks to you at the banquet, discuss these with them."

Constantine slowly widened his eyes, and Schiller showed a smile and said, "I believe it won't be long before the news of a new genius magician in the magical world spreads throughout the universe."