Chapter 1659: Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (Part 10)

Seeing Little Bruce walk to the other side of the long table to find Barry and Harley to discuss Schiller's hand injury, Schiller showed a smile and said: "My other personality was curious about that shredder, and I feel very sorry for the damage caused by his reckless operation."

"Cut." Victor made a rather disdainful snort, and Anna also shook her head, obviously used to Schiller's various ghost stories and didn't believe his rhetoric at all.

"Well, actually, I need to get hurt, and one of my personality traits is particularly unlucky. As long as he floats up, there will always be all kinds of unexpected disasters, so I invited him to try using that magical shredder."

Schiller rolled up the noodles on the plate unhurriedly with one hand until they became a perfect spindle shape and wrapped around his fork.

"I don't understand the meaning of this." Anna said very puzzled: "You want to get hurt, can't you just do it yourself?"

"The pain of different personality traits is not shared."

Anna and Victor looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were "This is also okay?!" and "Don't you think you are a bit mean?".

Across the long table, Little Bruce had squeezed between Barry and Harley. Barry moved his stool aside with some disgust, looked at Little Bruce with some dissatisfaction and said: "Why are you running over here again without eating well?"

"Did you see it? That Rodriguez's hand is injured."

Harley's chewing action paused, but Barry raised an eyebrow and looked in Schiller's direction. Although the distance was far, he could still see Schiller's hand tucked under the table.

"What can this prove?" Harley took a sip of oatmeal and said: "Maybe he just doesn't want to use this hand today. I don't think anything can hurt him."

"But don't you think this is too coincidental?" Little Bruce put down his dinner plate and tableware, stood up and picked up a piece of bread from the front with tongs and put it into his plate, and said: "We saw someone injured by the tree demon yesterday, and his arm is tucked in his sleeve and won't come out today."

"Do you suspect Dean Rodriguez?"

"He is indeed very suspicious."

Barry sighed and said: "I really don't understand why you have to look for trouble for no reason. Why do we have to participate in these things? Can't we just stay well?"

"That's why I said you are an idiot." Little Bruce's mood seemed to be a little better, and he was no longer so irritable. He just still used that sarcastic tone and said: "Do you think these things have nothing to do with us?"

"Isn't it?"

Little Bruce let out a sneer and said: "What do you think the magical world lacks most now?"

Barry was a bit confused by the sudden change of topic, and Little Bruce immediately asked quickly: "What kind of people do you think this academy finally wants to cultivate?"

"Of course, powerful mages."

"But are mages powerful? Isn't it those angels and demons that are powerful? All the power used by mages comes from them. What's the use of being powerful? Weren't the great mages in the magical world before powerful?"

Barry was speechless by Little Bruce's question, and then Little Bruce spoke like a string of beads: "If you know a little bit about the history of the magical world, you will know that the magical world will become the bad situation it is today, which has nothing to do with personal ability. What went wrong is the position."

"Constantine told me that there are too many traitors in the magical world. They are either intentional or unintentional, but in any case, they stand on the side of angels and demons to harm humans, ultimately leading to the magical world completely becoming the pocket of this group of powerful existences, further threatening the interests of all mages, and even the interests of ordinary people."

"This Academy of Magic established in this universe is to reverse this situation, so their purpose is not to cultivate the ability of mages, but to firm up the position of future mages."

"So what does this have to do with you wanting to participate in these things?" Barry still didn't quite understand.

Little Bruce sighed a bit speechlessly and said: "Can you put something else in your brain besides greasy sausages? Is what I said not clear enough?"

"Barry, now, there is a room with the energy core of the magic defense network that is crucial to humans, and teachers and senior students have repeatedly emphasized that you must not approach that room, so what should we do?" Harley turned to look at Barry and asked.

"What else can we do? Isn't it abiding by school rules?"

"Then if one day we learn from angels and demons that there is a treasure in a certain place, do you also want to abide by their rules and not cross the line, not touch a bit?"

"Uh..."

Harley drank the last spoonful of porridge, pushed the bowl aside and said: "Just like I said, many mages are not willing to betray humans, and sometimes they are not controlled by angels and demons, but the general environment tells them that following their Lord and God is right, so they did so."

"Most ordinary people don't have the ability to jump out of a certain environment at all, so the argument that 'not being successful enough is not working hard enough' is a big mistake. Without the ability to jump out of the environment, even if you work hard to death, you will still be spinning in a certain class."

"Facing existences much more powerful than us, rebellion, questioning, and resisting authority are the most critical keys to maintaining oneself. I'm afraid this is the first compulsory course for all students."

Barry frowned deeply. He felt that he seemed to have understood a little bit. He rubbed the fork in his hand and said: "So this is actually a trap woven by all teachers and professors? Or is it an entrance exam?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be? Don't you think there are too many loopholes in it?" Little Bruce used the knife in his hand to cut the bread hard and said: "At the beginning of the new semester, they repeatedly emphasized that a certain place is dangerous and a certain place must not be entered. If it is really that dangerous, let alone using magic, wouldn't it be enough to bring a few parties of cement to seal the entire corridor? How many students can break through this physical obstacle?"

Barry opened his mouth. He suddenly felt that what Little Bruce said made a lot of sense.

In a school, a group of teachers repeatedly emphasized to a group of students that a certain place must not be entered, but they did not make any safety protection for this place. This is indeed very unreasonable.

Even if magical energy is precious, wouldn't it be enough to get something to block the entire corridor? The room inside the corridor on the fourth floor does not carry out any teaching activities at all, and blocking it does not affect the normal operation of the school at all, so why not?"

"The biggest loophole is the injured student." Little Bruce rolled his eyes and said.

"First use repeated emphasis and submission to establish an impression of authority, and then use the example of a student being seriously injured to scare everyone, and then use this example to repeatedly emphasize the rules, creating a spiritual shackle in everyone's heart."

"Just like what that group of angels and demons did to mages." Harley sighed lightly, and while biting the finger biscuit, said: "First establish religious worship, give believers the power to kill heretics to kill chickens and monkeys, and then emphasize 'those who follow me prosper, those who go against me perish'. It doesn't take thousands of years, as long as one generation listens to God's teachings, the imprint of pious submission will be branded in everyone's heart."

Barry shuddered. He felt that he was covered in cold sweat, and his fingertips were shaking, and then he said: "In other words, if I meet a demon now, and he treats me like this, I will really listen to him?"

"Most people will." Little Bruce's tone carried some other emotions, and he said: "I can't understand what you guys are thinking at all. You are so forgetful, lazy to think, and have no sharpness. Living among you, I feel like I am with a group of rocks."

"But this group of stubborn and stupid stones has so many tears, they don't even sympathize with their own stupidity, but want to sympathize with me. I clearly just said my true feelings, but they feel that I am making trouble unreasonably."

Harley glanced at Little Bruce and turned the biscuit in her hand and said: "I have long been used to these. I told my parents that they might die, but they only felt that I had gone crazy, and they really died, and everyone surrounded me and hugged me and cried, saying how pitiful I was and how much suffering I would experience in the future. They called this love, but I was only annoyed by their abundant emotions, stupid guesses, and the malice hidden behind them."

"Without this group of people who supposedly love me, I am alone and walking alone, I don't know how free I am. My current state is the best since I was born, but they only feel that I am a pitiful orphan."

Little Bruce stopped his dining action, picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth and said: "When I was very young, I found that many things I could understand at a glance could not be observed by ordinary people. Observed but could not understand, understood but could not think of the reason, knew the reason but could not think of countermeasures, thought of countermeasures but could not put them into action, even if put into action, it was always full of loopholes, causing a mess."

"I often feel that I am not the same animal as you." Little Bruce turned his eyes away coldly and said: "I would rather go to the sky to be with bats than roll in a pile of stones, and be sympathized by a group of idiots. Although people often say that people cannot understand each other, I obviously understand everyone particularly poorly."

Barry just opened his mouth to speak, but Little Bruce interrupted him and said: "But I have no interest in understanding you guys. I am fine alone."

After speaking, he jumped off the chair and walked out of the auditorium alone.

But what he said did not have no influence on him as he thought. At least he could not pull himself out of the logical thinking of the conversation for a while, so when he bumped into someone head-on, he still felt a bit surprised.

"Bang."

Little Bruce covered his head and took two steps back, while the other party remained motionless. When Little Bruce opened his eyes again, he found that what he saw was not another child covering his nose and crying, so he knew he might have bumped into a professor.

First of all, what came into view was an extremely gorgeous and complicated magic robe. The lining was deep blue like the deep sea, and the edges were embroidered with complex patterns with gold thread. Following that was a black long outer robe like other professors, but it also had very complex dark patterns composed of fine bamboo leaves and vines, or perhaps longer than others' robes, and the sleeves were also wider.

Little Bruce looked up and saw a pair of blue eyes as bright as polar glaciers, and a face almost exactly the same as his. ===== CHAPTER 1660 =====