Chapter 2534: Rustling Down (29)

The doorbell was pressed on time. Raven opened the door and saw a blonde girl standing outside, holding a large stack of materials in her hand, dragging a bag behind her, which seemed to contain a lot of things.

"Hello, whoever you are, help me put this in first, please."

Raven had to use telekinesis to help her move that pile of things into the house. The girl followed and jumped in and said, "Harley Quinzell, nice to meet you. Where is Schiller?"

"He went out to mail a letter. What do you want him for?"

"It's about his house, but it's not urgent. Anyway, it didn't bring him any good news. Let me see his new house first."

After speaking, Harley started pacing in the living room without treating herself as an outsider, nodding while looking, "Not bad, both warm and interesting. Did you help him arrange it?"

Raven did help Schiller lift some sculptures, so she nodded. Harley breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, if it were arranged like a model room as in the original manor, it would be impossible to hold a party. Where is the playoff schedule?"

"What playoffs?"

"Of course it's the football playoffs. Come on, you don't watch the game? The attention of this year's playoffs is very high. It should be posted in the most conspicuous place, otherwise people will think you are a hillbilly who doesn't watch TV at all."

"I have heard of football."

"It seems you are really a hillbilly." Harley sighed, but there was not much malice in her tone, just said, "Okay, where is the nearest printing shop? I didn't expect to miss this. I clearly heard Vincent say that Schiller often watches football games. I thought he understood it. He didn't even prepare this. Everyone will have nothing to talk about."

"Maybe he will prepare it later." Raven still trusted Schiller. She picked up the remote control and prepared to continue watching TV. Harley leaned over again and said, "Are you watching a rerun? Have you watched that very popular drag show recently? Everyone is discussing this."

Raven shook her head and said, "I seem to have seen it, but I am not interested. I want to watch that carpenter's program."

"Come on, that's what the old antiques in the Redneck State would watch. Who on earth would be interested in touching the transformation of a farm? Change the channel quickly, let us watch that drag show..."

Raven didn't want to give the remote control to this crazy girl, because she didn't see the end of the program because she went out for a midnight snack last night. Today happens to have a rerun, and she must finish watching it.

So when Schiller came in, he saw them fighting for the remote control. The pillows on the sofa were thrown all over the floor. Harley's ponytail was completely pulled off. Raven was not much better, being pressed under Harley's body, and the remote control had already slipped out of her hand.

Schiller stood at the door and watched them silently. Harley saw Schiller coming and got up from the sofa, panting and pulling her hair back, saying, "You are like a savage, miss."

"I don't know how you can use this word to describe others so righteously."

"Because if I don't use this word, I will scold even worse. Give me the remote control, I want to watch TV!"

"Okay, ladies." After Schiller changed his shoes, he turned to look at the bag of things Harley brought. Harley rushed over immediately, shook the bag at Schiller, and showed a proud smile on her face.

"I know you old antique definitely don't know how to arrange a housewarming party. This is not in your vampire manor anymore. Modern communities have modern social ways. Don't count on using some reading club to muddle through."

"So what did you bring?"

Harley started to take things out one by one, first taking out a pile of Yankees hats, saying, "You can stack them together and put them in the corner of the room. People will definitely notice. They will guess that you are a fan of this team. Of course, you can also say you are not. These hats were obtained by accident, and then they will complain to you about how poor the quality of the surrounding of certain teams is for at least a few dozen minutes."

"This is an old boat paddle, which I got from my uncle's old house." Harley took out a long boat paddle again and said, "Many wealthy people in Cat Getan have fishing experience. The ocean-going fleet here was once extremely prosperous. If you have a boat paddle, you can recall the experiences of the older generation with them. This is a topic that will not go wrong."

"The rest of these parts are a table football table. This is not a mass-produced item that can be bought in a store, but the last batch produced by this company in 1897. The difference is that the little people inside are wearing the uniforms of the Cat Getan football team at that time, commemorative edition!"

"And some barbecue utensils for the backyard. I know you definitely don't like barbecue, but you can't deny that backyard barbecue is the most important part of the party. They can discuss the freshness of the ingredients for half an hour."

"Oh, by the way, you should have bought the ingredients, right? Let me see the quality of the meat. It looks like you don't often go to the market. If you are scammed, those people will laugh at you for being a..."

Harley walked over and pulled the door of the freezer layer of the refrigerator. Schiller, who was standing by the door, wanted to stop her, but it was too late. The moment the freezer door opened, a rich evil atmosphere was emitted.

Raven flew into the air with a swoosh, her red hair fluttering behind her, powerful power surrounding her, forming a strong whirlwind, and the light of power radiated from her eyes.

"Harley! Close it quickly!"

Harley gasped, and with a bang, closed the freezer door. Raven looked around, but didn't find where the descending demon was, so she had to land slowly.

"What's going on?" Raven looked left and right. She said, "Just now I felt the descent of a demon, and it was a very powerful one."

"Your illusion." Schiller said very affirmatively.

"But I clearly..."

"It must be an illusion." Harley leaned against the refrigerator door.

At this time, Raven also found that it might be a problem with the refrigerator. She walked over and looked at Harley with suspicious eyes. Harley gave Raven a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes, and frantically winked at Schiller in a corner Raven couldn't see.

"Go away, let me see." Raven said.

"There is nothing to see. Maybe some chemical agents in the refrigerator leaked just now, causing hallucinations." Schiller said, "Some refrigerators that haven't been maintained for years are like this."

Raven didn't understand these modern electronic devices very well, and was somewhat suspicious. Seeing Harley nodding desperately, she had to put aside her suspicion for the time being.

While Raven used telekinesis to move the things Harley brought to the backyard, Harley hid next to the refrigerator, pulled Schiller's sleeve hard, and said, "I saw at least five pairs of hooves. How can you not choke yourself to death?!"

"You know that's not me."

"Don't change the subject. You don't intend to feed this to the guests, do you?"

"Of course not. I haven't bought meat yet."

"But I hope you are talking about normal meat... I mean it's too late not to buy it now. Isn't the party the day after tomorrow? You intend to throw a cow to the guests directly?"

"Isn't it to buy ready-made..."

"Come on, you are in a wealthy area. Of course, you have to order the freshest meat from the farm in the suburbs. That has to be at least three days in advance, and you have to have a farm owner friend who is familiar with it, let them divide it for you, divide it into meat steaks and skewers. Do you intend to buy it at the market? Those meats are not organic, you will be laughed at."

Just as he was talking, the doorbell was pressed. Schiller opened the door and actually saw Sivana's face.

"Hello, sir... oh, Professor, you live here? When I rode my bike past here, I heard some movement. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Schiller shook his head and said, "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

"No, you must be busy preparing for the banquet, and I don't want to destroy the surprise on the day. If you need any help, just contact me. I'll go first."

Sivana left. Schiller stared at his back and thought, this is a very smart person. He must have felt the fluctuation of power with his right eye, so he came over.

If an ordinary person lived here, he might have been knocked down, but he gave up the idea of doing it the moment he found it was Schiller, which proves that he must have investigated Schiller, so he was prepared.

Harley seemed to hear Schiller's inner voice. When Schiller turned around, Harley looked at him and said, "There is no need for any investigation at all. The expression on your face just now was like saying 'Please come in, the thing I need most is for you to be the main course of my banquet'."

"No time for jokes." Schiller sighed.

The ingredients of the manor were handled by Merkel before. Their butler seemed to have a group, specifically responsible for purchasing. Alfred was their leader, so Schiller never had to worry about ingredients.

But now his butler is absent, and Schiller really hasn't bought vegetables himself, but according to his experience in his previous life, the market should be able to buy everything.

At this time, he forgot to combine the national conditions of the United States. Food in the United States is divided into organic and non-organic. Most of the cheap supermarkets sell non-organic products. Don't talk about pesticides, clenbuterol is legally added.

To buy organic products, you have to go to organic supermarkets, but organic products are also divided into many grades, such as green pollution-free, pure vegan organic, ordinary organic, prices are different, and categories are not the same.

And at the top of the chain of contempt is local organic food, mostly from surrounding farms, and what is better than this is having a farm owner friend who kills and eats on the farm on the same morning, because this not only proves that the meat is good, but also proves that you have a lot of connections.

For Gothamites, this point is particularly important, because there are no farms around Cat Getan, and the agricultural development of Metropolis is not very good, so being able to get fresh meat from the farm is a symbol of status.

Schiller really didn't consider this point, but he also knew that he really couldn't take the meat from the freezer layer to give to guests. Ordinary people can't eat those things.

More importantly, when Raven walked around in the living room, her eyes were always on the freezer layer. Obviously, she was very suspicious of what was hidden there. Schiller doesn't intend to open it recently.

Soon Schiller received replies from the guests. The allergens were varied. After organizing them, he found that it seemed that the only thing they could eat at the same time was meat, so meat became the top priority.

Thinking of the farm, Schiller would naturally think of one person, but he knew that Clark must be very busy now. Schiller hesitated for a while, but finally didn't make the call.

As a result, just after they finished breakfast, there was movement in the backyard. Schiller walked over and saw Clark landing on the lawn in the backyard—bringing a cow and a sheep.