Chapter 1468

When Bruce used the carriage prepared by Master Andrew to move the first batch of shops, the new owner of the bookstore, Constantine, stared dumbfounded at groups of mage apprentices happily moving a pile of big volumes into his store.

"Hey, Las, you are Master Andrew's apprentice Las, right? What is this doing? I didn't order new goods recently?"

The black-haired apprentice called Las by Constantine stretched out a hand, pointed backward with his thumb, and said, "You have to ask that tycoon behind. Also, you damn rotten person, when did you hook up with Wayne?"

"We'll talk later." Constantine turned his head while patting his back, stepped on his feet in place, and ran toward the back of the team.

He found Bruce, who was counting the quantity, in front of the carriage door. He leaned back very exaggeratedly, drew an outward arc with both hands, and said, "What are you doing? Where did these books come from?!"

"This is the gift of knowledge given to me by the Demon King I just contracted. A meeting gift for you, no need to thank me."

"But but but but but... ow!"

Constantine was hit on the forehead by the falling pile of books, fell backward, and sat on the ground. He rubbed his forehead, stood up, grinned, and said, "No way? You don't really think anyone will buy those big volumes that only you can understand?... Wait, you intend to sell them, right?"

Bruce shook his head and drew on his chest: "I already said, this is the gift of knowledge from the great His Majesty Beelzebub. Talking about business is too vulgar."

Just at this time, another carriage landed at the door. Nightwing stood on the top of the carriage, waved at Bruce, and said, "This is the second to last car. Jason and Tim are sorting out the last car of books, and they will be sent over soon."

After speaking, he jumped down from the roof of the car and walked to Bruce's front. He lowered his head first, then looked up at his expression and said, "I'm afraid we didn't complete the task very well. That Demon Majesty didn't seem to welcome us."

"It doesn't matter, he will welcome you later."

"How is your body?"

"Much better." Bruce walked into the bookstore with Nightwing. Nightwing turned his head to look at him and said, "Are you planning to find a cure for the disease in the mysterious world?"

"Don't hold all the hope either." Bruce shook his head and said.

Nightwing's face immediately became somewhat heavy. He sighed and said, "It's a pity I don't have any research on magic, just heard Diana say a few words occasionally. Have you asked Diana of your universe?"

"I was just about to ask her." Bruce said so, and Nightwing thought that before Bruce said he was going to Mount Olympus with Diana to get something, could it also be related to this?

It seems that every Batman has his own tragedy, Nightwing thought somewhat gloomily. The Batman of this universe can save Cat Getan, but he alone cannot save himself.

On the other side, at the door of Master Andrew's mage tower, most of the ruins of the buildings had disappeared, and Beelzebub had also left the human world with his demon generals.

For a Demon King, the palace couldn't be counted as a very precious wealth, but for humans, all things from Hell had extremely refined energy. All the mages who came to attend the birthday banquet today gained a lot, and at this time, they opened portals in twos and threes, preparing to move the spoils back.

Almost no one in the present mages knew Red Hood and Red Robin, so quite a few black magicians also had ideas about that pile of classics. They weren't keen on the knowledge of demons, just felt that there might be Beelzebub's residual power on them, so they wanted to sneak away with them.

Red Hood was like a watchdog, any person who dared to approach this pile of classics would be beaten into a bump by him, and Red Robin stood on top of the book pile to report the news for him. All the petty thieves were beaten up.

"Hey, Jason, look at your right side, who is that guy wearing a suit and holding a cane?" Red Robin stretched his neck and looked to one side.

He looked down and saw Red Hood was busy dealing with two black magicians who wanted to touch from the side of the book pile, so he jumped down himself, walked to the man who came over, and said, "Don't move forward anymore, this pile of things has an owner, otherwise you will be beaten."

Red Robin rarely spoke to others in such a rude tone, just that the greed of these magicians exceeded their imagination. They had only stayed here for half an hour, and more than a dozen waves of lawless people wanted to swallow others' fruits of labor.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'm just here to take a look."

"There's nothing to look at here." Red Robin's tone of seeing off guests was already very obvious, but he found that the man was still moving forward slowly, so he took a step to the side and blocked in front of him.

"I'm not joking with you, sir. Didn't you see that he beat the mages into bumps with a few punches?" Red Robin pointed to Red Hood beside him, shrugged his shoulders, and continued, "I bet, no matter how powerful your magic is, you can't defeat the two of us at such a close distance. Better leave quickly."

Seeing that the person opposite still didn't intend to leave, Red Robin also became somewhat impatient. His detective talent didn't observe any valuable information. The other party looked like an ordinary scholar or university professor.

So, he rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward, and intended to inherit the tradition of the Bat family and conduct some physical negotiations with him. Just at this time, a familiar roar suddenly came from behind him.

"No!

Tim!

Don't go over there!

Red Hood's voice was sharp as if he was screaming. Red Robin had never heard Jason's terrified tone before.

One of Red Robin's feet had already stepped out. He instinctively wanted to let the sole of his foot land, but the next second Red Hood rushed over directly, one hand strangled his shoulder, one hand covered his mouth, and dragged Red Robin to the distance like a kidnapper kidnapping a hostage.

"What are you doing?" Red Robin looked back at him dissatisfied and said, "What madness are you having again, Jason?"

"I'll explain to you later!"

Red Hood just dropped such a sentence and rushed toward the person in the suit opposite, stopped his figure with an emergency brake in front of him, showed a hard-pulled smile, and said in a somewhat trembling tone, "The child doesn't understand, you must not hold it against him."

Schiller, who was watching all this, paused briefly, withdrew his gaze from Red Robin, and fell on Red Hood's face. Schiller raised an eyebrow and said, "... You know me?"

"What? Could it be that you..." Red Hood was greatly surprised, and then the expression on his face became visibly depressed. He dropped his shoulders, sighed, and said, "No, nothing, I just..."

"You remember everything that happened in your universe?" Schiller tilted his head slightly and asked tentatively.

Red Hood's eyes lit up immediately. He tore off his mask, looked at Schiller, and said, "Of course, you didn't lose your memory like them? Great!"

Schiller adapted slightly to Jason's youth face, then frowned slightly and said, "You didn't seem to know of my existence before. Didn't you hear of me in Cat Getan?"

"I didn't even know your name! No one told me!"

Schiller's expression stiffened for a second, then he shook his head somewhat helplessly and said, "Well, I can't count on the Batman of your universe to introduce me to you either. My name is Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."

"So you are the Professor Rodriguez who failed the Batman of this universe?" Red Hood expressed some surprise.

"It's me." Schiller nodded, walked toward the pile of books, and Red Hood followed behind him.

He chattered and said, "One morning before coming here, I found that time had suddenly regressed for many days. Many things I had clearly done returned to their original state. I asked others, but they didn't find it."

Schiller stopped beside the high pile of books. He showed a smile and said, "This is also a good thing. Time has regressed, and the bill for you to come to me for psychological counseling no longer exists, but you have memories. You have saved Batman a big sum."

"You just want to say this?!" Red Hood looked into Schiller's eyes, and there was quite a bit of grievance and resentment in his eyes and tone.

Suddenly, he turned his head to one side, rubbed his fingers together with both hands, took a deep breath, and lowered his head again.

"Uh... thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"I... I saw it all." Red Hood's lips turned white. He kept rubbing his hands and stammered, "That day Batman stayed in the monitoring room for a long time without coming out. I was a bit worried about him, so I picked the lock and went in."

"So, so what you said to the Joker that day and what you did to him... I saw it all."

Red Hood lowered his head again, looked at his fingers, and said, "I saw him shatter with my own eyes, shattered very badly, at least more tragic than... my death. Thanks."

His face turned red, and he said somewhat complainingly, "I really don't know how to say it. I also know you weren't for... but thanks anyway."

"I was for you." Schiller said calmly.

Red Hood looked at him blankly. Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "The Jason of this universe is my student. Although he hasn't experienced all this yet, I also feel very sorry for everything that happened to you."

Red Hood's face turned even redder. He stood in place somewhat at a loss, and then he heard Schiller say.

"This is part of the reason why I would do this, but not all. You shouldn't come to thank me, but should thank Batman."

Schiller stepped forward again, bypassing the side of the book pile, and Red Hood followed him closely, hearing Schiller's voice drifting in the night wind.

"When Batman came to find me, he complained to me about his troubles. He said he lost his children, not just one, and not just once."

"You know, no one in this world can persuade another person to let go of similar tragedies, not even a psychologist."

"Batman provided me with decent food, clothing, housing, and transportation when I was wandering in a different world, so I am willing to try my best, even if I can't undo the tragedy, at least give him and his children another possibility of reconciliation."

Schiller turned around. Red Hood saw endless calmness and power in his gray eyes, and he heard Schiller say.

"I am very happy that you witnessed all this with your own eyes, and didn't lose your memory when the universe rebooted. At least you saw how your enemy shattered tragically, which made me feel a little relieved."

"And what I want to tell you is, perhaps Batman didn't show it, but he also has memories."

Red Hood's eyes slowly widened. He seemed to realize something, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He looked up uneasily at Schiller's eyes, which were somewhat dim in the night sky, and when Schiller's voice sounded, he finally knew what he was looking forward to.

"That is to say, the morning you and Batman met in my psychological clinic, and all the memories about me, are, and will always be, the secrets that belong only to the two of you."

"Jason, your specialness to Batman will no longer be your death."