Chapter 1466

The smoke of incense floated slowly, making the candlelight on the wall even more hazy. There were imperceptible footprints on the thick cashmere carpet, and the noise from the banquet reaching its climax came from outside the door.

Behind the screen were many cushions made of silk fabric. The exquisite metal wine glasses originally placed on the table had all been moved to the shelf behind. The sound of rustling writing came from in front of the table, occasionally accompanied by an imperceptible sigh.

Crisp footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the "creaking" sound of the heavy wooden door being pushed open. A woman's hand with dark nails was placed on the edge of the screen.

With a "clatter," the screen was pushed open, and a surprised female voice sounded. A beautiful lady wearing a gorgeous red dress with black hair and green eyes stared blankly at Bruce's deep blue eyes, who was raising his head from in front of the table.

"Sorry, Madam, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Good heavens, aren't you Dr. Schiller's student? Why are you here? Didn't you go to drink with your teacher?" This lady covered her mouth lightly with her fingers, looking very surprised.

"It's a bit noisy there. I just came up with an idea and am now planning to verify it, so I found a place where no one was. Did I disturb you? Madam?" When Bruce spoke, he kept looking up at this lady, his eyes very focused, so even looking up from below, he didn't appear flattering or pleasing.

"Oh, no, I'm the one who should say sorry. It seems I disturbed your research... You can call me Madame Xanadu." That lady smiled slightly and said, "They all call me that because I once lived in Shangdu during the Yuan Dynasty."

"Hello, Madam. I have nothing going on here, you don't have to worry, you can go back and enjoy your banquet." Bruce lowered his head to organize the stack of draft paper in his hand, stared at the pattern he drew, and frowned again.

But Madame Xanadu didn't intend to leave. She walked into the screen, then knelt and sat opposite Bruce, looked at Bruce's face carefully, and said, "Haven't you heard of me?"

Bruce looked up at her again, and then he found that whenever his eyes met this Madame Xanadu's eyes, he would instinctively freeze for a moment, so he asked with some curiosity, "What's wrong, Madam?"

"Nothing, just... just your eyes are a bit like an old friend of mine." Madame Xanadu pursed her lips and smiled, saying.

"My teacher once mentioned you to me, but he said it's not polite to evaluate a lady behind her back, so I don't know you."

"Dr. Schiller is always like this." Madame Xanadu shook her head, somewhat helplessly, and said, "Always keeping a very polite distance from everyone. When my sister Vivienne asked me about him last time, I couldn't even put together three sentences."

Bruce adjusted his sitting posture, changing from a relaxed sitting posture with two legs open to a standard kneeling posture. Madame Xanadu raised an eyebrow, showed a somewhat surprised expression, and said, "You are Bruce Wayne, right? You are a bit different from what's written in the newspaper."

"I don't have time to care about those things." Bruce put his gaze on the manuscript paper again.

He guessed that there must be many young mages in the magical world who were addicted to magic and performed somewhat out of the ordinary in the society of ordinary people. He intended to build himself into this kind of image, so he shrugged his shoulders somewhat frivolously and said, "I don't have the time to chase tabloid reporters all over the world demanding they understand me."

Madame Xanadu laughed, somewhat teasingly, and said, "Then what's going on with those beautiful models?"

"Personal hobby." Bruce curled his lips and said straightforwardly, "I do have many female companions. I love their beauty, they love my wealth, we each take what we need. Who knows if the people who wrote these reports didn't harbor a trace of jealousy while typing?"

Madame Xanadu laughed even harder, even to the point of leaning back and forth. She covered her mouth with one hand, possessing a kind of Eastern implicit beauty, and then she looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Boys are always like this, not knowing at all the charm brought by greenness and straightforwardness, simply like sharp blades that kill."

Bruce remained unmoved, lowered his eyes, and cast his gaze back to the draft paper. This repeated action finally caused Madame Xanadu to cast her gaze on the magic circle he drew on the paper.

Madame Xanadu originally thought he was copying, so she didn't look carefully, but just swept a glance. But when her gaze passed over the draft paper, she paused.

"What are you drawing?" Madame Xanadu narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the somewhat unfamiliar magic circle pattern on the draft paper and saying, "Creating a new magic circle? Is this your teacher's achievement?"

Bruce shook his head, as if somewhat stuffy, and said, "No, this is the homework he left for me, Madam. I'm not sure you want to hear those boring academic materials..."

"Tell me about it." Madame Xanadu rested her chin on her fingers, nodded very reservedly, and said, "Perhaps I can give you some help... Oh, if you don't know who I am, you should at least know who King Arthur is, right? The fairy Vivienne who once bestowed Excalibur upon King Arthur is my own sister."

Bruce's pupils shrank a little. Madame Xanadu looked at his shocked expression with satisfaction.

"Then, you must help me." Bruce leaned forward immediately, then turned the draft paper upside down and placed it in front of Madame Xanadu, saying very sincerely, "I have to hand in my homework tomorrow morning. If I can't finish it, I'm dead."

Madame Xanadu "puffed" and laughed, shook her head, and said, "Daring to be Dr. Schiller's student, you are really bold. Everyone in the circle knows he doesn't have a very good temper."

"More than not good." Bruce deliberately muttered in a low voice, then looked at Madame Xanadu with eyes like he was looking for help.

Only then did Madame Xanadu cast her gaze on Bruce's draft paper. Her expression was still very relaxed for the first thirty seconds. After a while, she frowned slightly. After about two minutes, her frown tightened.

"Bruce, I can call you that, right? Are you studying the multi-line parallel rune secret language of the Upta school?"

"Good heavens, Madam, you are the first person to see my topic. Then, do you have any research on this?" Bruce immediately showed an urgency as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

Madame Xanadu shook her head slightly, but nodded again. She sighed lightly and said, "I have seen the descendants of Master Upta, but he is no longer studying such obscure knowledge. Boy, let me ask one more question, what are you studying this for?"

"It's not that I want to study it." Bruce pursed his lips and said, "This is the topic chosen by Professor Schiller, I can only complete it."

"Well, it seems he is deliberately making things difficult for you. Even in the magical world a hundred years ago, not many people studied this topic. You have to know, multi-line parallel means you have to be proficient in multiple secret language chains at the same time. As long as one goes wrong, the summary behind it will definitely have problems."

"Exactly, Madam. Then in your opinion, can this magic circle of mine run smoothly?"

Madame Xanadu stared at the magic circle, tilted her head, and said, "The first rune of the magic circle you drew is double-line parallel. After connecting the function rune, you turn these two runes into four by connecting two double-lines. You have repeated this process more than ten times. The whole magic circle has become so complex that I can't understand it for a while."

Madame Xanadu drew the lines on the paper with her fingers and said, "A magic circle being too complex is not a good thing. Every link has the possibility of going wrong. If there are too many links, the probability of going wrong increases greatly. This is also the reason for the decline of the Upta school."

Bruce sighed and said, "I don't have the ability to verify whether this magic circle can run, so I don't know what kind of evaluation Professor Schiller will give tomorrow morning. If only I could test it in advance."

"Who did you contract with?"

"Belial."

Madame Xanadu showed a helpless wry smile. She looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Didn't your teacher suggest you change the contract object? Belial has been out of contact for a long time."

"But that might require paying a higher price, so I must get a good grade first." Bruce pushed the draft paper forward again, stared at Madame Xanadu with those deep blue eyes, and said, "Madam, could I trouble you to verify the feasibility of this magic circle for me?"

"I can do that." Madame Xanadu nodded and said, "I originally owed Dr. Schiller a favor, and Master Andrew does too. However, I have to ask first, what is this magic circle used for?"

"Just a simple demon summoning magic circle." Bruce nodded and said, "And it might not be able to run completely."

"Well, then do you want to test it with a miniature magic circle, or draw a large magic circle in the original proportion?"

Bruce pinched his chin and thought for a while, and finally said, "Although the effect of the large magic circle is better, that would be too much of a waste of your power. Just draw a small one."

Madame Xanadu showed a smile and said, "You underestimate the fairy clan of Maia. We are different from humans. Energy comes from the source of nature, and besides, a demon-summoning magic circle compiled by a magic apprentice is not enough to affect my mana reserve."

"Thank you so much, Madam." Bruce stood up, as if he couldn't wait to experiment.

Madame Xanadu shook her head, seeming to be sighing that young people couldn't hold their temper, but she still took Bruce downstairs. At this time, the white-haired Master Andrew was still drinking, and Schiller was sitting beside him chatting about something.

"Dr. Schiller, your apprentice belongs to me." Madame Xanadu smiled and waved at Schiller, saying, "Don't worry, I won't eat him."

Schiller raised an eyebrow, but still waved his hand to let them leave. The white-bearded Master Andrew with messy white hair and a handlebar mustache shouted toward that side, "Hey, young man, don't listen to her, the Lady of the Lake will eat people!"

Madame Xanadu snorted coldly, then waved at Bruce and said, "Follow me, we'll go to the backyard to conduct the experiment. There are quite a few good things in Andrew's warehouse. The ring you brought is very much to his liking, he won't be stingy with you."

After speaking, she took Bruce into the backyard of Andrew's mage tower, and then took Bruce to rummage through quite a few materials used to arrange magic circles in Andrew's warehouse.

"I'll do it, Madam." Bruce took the materials from Madame Xanadu's hand and then started to outline a huge magic circle on the ground of the garden with an extremely smooth movement.

Bruce's hand was very steady, only stopping to think in the gaps of the outline. Madame Xanadu became fascinated as she watched. She stood with Bruce to discuss the roles of these parallel and magnification runes and modified them to be more perfect.

After the magic circle was drawn, Madame Xanadu flew up to overlook Bruce and their labor achievement. It was an extremely complex huge magic circle, containing many profound and obscure ancient runes, and Madame Xanadu could only understand a small half of them.

After landing, she sighed and said, "It really is a famous teacher who produces excellent students. I haven't seen any young mage with knowledge like yours, or rather, your ritual level is one of the best in the entire magical world."

"You are overpraising, Madam. Let's start."

Madame Xanadu nodded, and then she raised her hand, and the green forest power was injected into the magic circle.

In Hell, Beelzebub's palace was also a scene of a lively banquet.

Countless gifts offered by demon generals piled up into a mountain, the water spray from the blood fountain rose high and fell on the road paved with skeletons, and all kinds of demons were singing and dancing, happy and enthusiastic.

But the Great Lord Beelzebub on the throne stared at the few small figures in front of him with a very dissatisfied gaze. He snorted coldly and said, "Batman received my invitation, but didn't come himself, instead sending you human cubs over. He simply doesn't put the Lord of Hell in his eyes!"

Standing in front of him were the three Robins. Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin all swallowed their saliva together.

The impact of facing the Demon King directly was not ordinary. When dozens of eyes on Beelzebub's huge demon phantom stared at them together, the pressure was even greater.

"Batman indeed cannot come in person, but we can congratulate you on his behalf..." Nightwing stepped forward.

"What could be more important than my celebration?!"

When Beelzebub's rumbling voice echoed in the palace, the Robins found that the demons around them were looking at them with unkind eyes.

Just as the demon generals were gradually surrounding them, Beelzebub on the throne suddenly froze and muttered, "... Who?"

"Who is summoning me? I don't have an agent!" Beelzebub's tone was very puzzled, and then he said somewhat impatiently, "I have business, wait!"

Suddenly, Beelzebub's expression stiffened. Only to see a black vortex suddenly appear on the right side of his body, and one of the horns of that huge figure filled with thick black mist was grabbed by something, and it started to tilt to one side.

Under the gaze of the Robins and countless demon generals, the entire demon Beelzebub was dragged away with a "whoosh," and then the entire palace of the Demon King started to shake.

In Andrew's mage tower, Madame Xanadu was radiating green light, pressing her hands on the magic circle, and turned to ask for help from Master Andrew who rushed over, saying, "Andrew! Save me! My power is not enough, but I can't let go. If this continues, I will be drained!

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Andrew rushed forward two steps, raised his magic staff, and intense light shot out from the tip of the magic staff. Instantly, rich energy was injected into the magic circle. He wanted to destroy the runes to make the magic circle invalid, but the next second he was also stuck there and couldn't move at all, falling into the same situation as Madame Xanadu.

Accompanied by the injection of more and more energy, countless double-line parallel runes started to exert force, 2 became 4, 4 became 8, 8 became 16, more than ten times of exponential growth and countless magnification runes connected in series made the effect of this magic circle reach a terrifying level.

A huge vortex appeared at the top of the mage tower, rich demon power surged out, and the entire sky was dyed black.

Just when the output value of the magic circle reached the maximum value, with a "bang," a huge demon with more than a dozen eyes fell headfirst, followed by demon generals like dumplings.

The few Robins who fell last covered their heads and stood up shakily, looking at a somewhat familiar figure, and walked toward the biggest demon.

And Beelzebub, who had just fallen, opened his dozens of eyes and stared wide-eyed at Batman.

Then, he heard Batman say:

"Sorry, Your Majesty Beelzebub, I indeed didn't have time to attend your daughter's wedding, so I could only let you come here for a trip."

"In addition, on this happy day, do you have any intention to select a Pope in the human world to share your worries?"