Chapter 2593

Before Stark had fully stepped into Schiller's office at the Arkham Nursing Home, he saw a girl with long red hair and a white hoodie busy with something at the table.

Hearing footsteps, the girl didn't look back and said: "Dr. Schiller, I have to say that your gardening skills are as rotten as the other you and his butler. I don't know how you managed to kill the cactus..."

She turned her head. Stark was sure that this should be a college student who stayed up late to catch up on progress, and also their target person today, because other women qualified to enter this nursing home generally wouldn't dress like this.

"Oh, you are... you are..." The girl stuttered for a long time, and finally walked up to shake hands and said: "Hello, I'm Pamela Isley. You are that Iron Man, right?"

"I remember we met at a music festival."

"Sorry, I stayed up for three nights in a row, and my memory has declined severely," Pamela scratched her head until she scratched a corner on the top of her thick hair.

Schiller walked up to smooth her hair and said: "Are you serious? Three nights without sleep?"

Pamela looked at him with resentful eyes and said: "Who do you think I stayed up for three nights without sleep for? I was busy with Harley with the debt collection company, and you insisted on releasing urgent work."

"No way, we don't have an economic crisis in this universe. Don't you want the remuneration?"

"It's because I want the remuneration that I'm so tired," Pamela sighed and hugged a pot of plants from under the table.

"Isn't this saffron?" Stark narrowed his eyes and looked at the plant that was obviously not a mature body. It hadn't bloomed yet, and the upper part of the plant body was a small flower bud.

"After my research these few days, the biggest problem with your cultivation of this magic plant is that you didn't consider the biggest difference between the growth environment of wild plants and greenhouse plants."

"What is it?"

"Oxygen content," Pamela said unhappily, putting the flowerpot on the table with a bang and saying: "The wild plant samples you gave me grow on a plateau above 4,000 meters, but the greenhouse plant samples don't reflect the characteristics of plateau growth at all."

"But the greenhouse is built on the plateau."

"I also want to know what's going on," Pamela said: "Who would be idle and have nothing to do to add oxygen supply devices to the greenhouse?"

Schiller thought for a while and said: "I guess they might think that high oxygen content would be good for plant growth. If they can grow so well under low oxygen content, wouldn't it be better if the oxygen content is high?"

Pamela shook her head like a wave drum. She said: "That means your researchers here have no understanding of botany at all. Many plants' special nutrients are to cope with extremely harsh environments."

"Is it similar to the fact that sugar accumulates more when the temperature difference between day and night is large?" Stark asked. He didn't know much about botany. In fact, he wasn't particularly good at biology, but the systematic nature of science is basically the same.

"It's not exactly the same thing, but the principle is similar," Pamela said: "If your researchers here choose to build the most favorable environment for plant growth for all plants, it might indeed make them grow very lush and vigorous, but what we want is not ornamental plants. It's not that the bigger the plant grows, the more effective ingredients it has."

Schiller understood Strange's misunderstanding. Simply put, this guy is a surgeon and has never understood scientific research.

According to common sense, to make something grow well, of course, you want favorable weather, and provide enough nutrients as much as possible. But most people only have the common sense of raising flowers. Raising flowers, of course, needs careful care, but this doesn't work on medicinal plants.

Or rather, most practical plants can't be watered and fertilized too much. It's not that the milder the climate conditions and the more fertilizer given, the better they can grow. You must look at the nature of the plant, its original growth environment, and its growth in various other environments.

"Didn't Harley come?" Schiller asked. He was very surprised that Harley didn't come to join in the fun. Usually, she didn't murmur in Schiller's ear that she wanted to come here to play. How could she not come after really receiving an invitation?

Pamela rolled her eyes slightly again and said: "Who do you think she can't come because of? Isn't it because you gave her a bunch of trouble again? That house hasn't been sold yet."

Schiller smiled and sat in the chair. After spinning around in the chair, he said: "Isn't Pride, that old antique, the one who likes manor-style buildings the most? He actually is willing to sell."

"Whether it can be sold or not is another matter," Pamela thought for a while and said: "Although you want Harley and the Robins to come over, judging from my professional experience, bringing so many people over is completely adding chaos."

"Then who do you think is better to come over?"

"The Robins should forget it. They have their own business," Pamela also walked to the single sofa beside and sat down, saying: "Dick is busy falling in love, Tim is busy with competitions, and Jason has to make money to support his group of little friends from before."

"Harley has to sell the house, and the business efficiency of the shops under her is not very good. She has to go over and watch. Zatanna is busy with the moving company, and Constantine has to watch the bookstore..." Pamela counted with her fingers, and after counting, there were not many people left.

"You mean no one can come except you?"

"That's not it. Do you remember that kid who runs very fast?"

"Barry Allen?"

"Yes, he is in junior high school. His schoolwork is not very busy, his parents' work is also very stable, and there is no economic pressure. He will be a good helper."

Schiller thought it made sense and continued to ask: "Anything else?"

"Aren't you the person in charge of the project? Personnel work requires extra money," Pamela said.

"Then forget it. Let me think, maybe that kid named Martin can come in handy. He is not busy recently. Aisha might also be able to, provided she doesn't bite everywhere."

"Helen returned to Earth recently," Stark said: "I think she should be able to help too."

"That's about it," Schiller stood up and said: "After all, there are so many mages and students, and the villagers can also help. If it's not enough, then transfer some people from the Gotham Magic Academy."

"Are we leaving?" Pamela picked up the plant and said: "How to go?"

"Of course, walk through the portal. Follow me."

Schiller took them to the basement of the flying shuttle station of the Arkham Nursing Home, where the portal was located. After starting the portal, the few people were stunned by the scene in front of them as soon as they stepped out.

The scenery in Shambhala is very beautiful, with a lush green color completely different from the snowy plateau. In the thin oxygen and more transparent air, everything looks full of vitality.

Schiller walked forward but didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He turned his head and found Stark pinching his neck and falling to the left, while Pamela was rolling her eyes and falling to the right.

Wait a minute, did I mock Strange for forgetting about plateau reaction before?

"Come here! Come here!" Schiller shouted: "Someone fainted from plateau reaction!!"

When Stark woke up again, he found himself lying in a dimly lit hut. Lying on the other bed beside him was Pamela.

He took a deep breath and roared: "Schiller!!!"

Schiller walked in, dug his ears and said: "What are you shouting at me for? Didn't you also forget?"

Stark was choked back. He was silent for a while before opening his mouth: "How high is the altitude here?"

"Currently it is 5,500 meters. You are now in the lowest house of the lowest village here. The highest can reach 7,000 meters."

Stark sighed for a long time and then said: "Does Shi Difen know?"

"He has already mocked you twice with me, but he is busy with other things now and has no time to come over. Do you want me to call him over to mock you to your face?"

"No need," Stark gritted his teeth and said: "What the hell are these mages doing? With such strong magic, can't they improve the living environment here?"

"Didn't you understand the principle that Little Pa said? It's not that everything will grow well in a greenhouse. Mages see this as a kind of practice."

"Asking for trouble," Stark commented.

He used a little force to sit up and found that the suffocating feeling was gone. Schiller pointed to a magic light ball floating beside him and said: "This is the oxygenation technology applied in the greenhouse. For a long time to come, you will have to live with it."

"The mobile weakling badge issued to me by Shi Difen, right?" Stark said unhappily: "I don't believe he doesn't even have time to cast an invisibility spell."

"Look at it openly, isn't there someone accompanying you?" Schiller pointed to Pamela lying beside him.

Stark was just about to be slightly happy when a figure rushed over shouting, "Dad, look at the flowers I picked!"

Helen rushed in. She had reached the growth stagnation period of the Asgardians and didn't continue to grow. This period of time would last for about 500 years, used to accumulate divine power in her body and use divine power to transform a stronger physique.

The little girl held a bunch of flowers in her hand, looking like wild flowers growing on the ground, with red, yellow, and white colors. Aisha also ran in jumping and jumping behind Helen, but the flowers were stuffed in her mouth.

Although Aisha was born earlier than Helen, she grew slower than Helen and was shorter than Helen, so Helen looked like the older sister.

"Are you two uncomfortable?" Stark knew he was being stupid as soon as this question came out. How could these two ancient Godzillas be uncomfortable?

Helen was a bit confused, looked down at the flowers in her hand and said: "Uncomfortable? Why would I be uncomfortable?... Oh, I understand, plateau reaction, right? I probably evolved the adverse reaction in one second after coming here. Not uncomfortable."

Aisha squeaked and wanted to grab the flowers in Helen's hand. The two fought and woke up Pamela. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, looking at the light ball on her head, a bit irritable: "Drive that bright thing further away."

Stark was just about to mock her, but found that Pamela was not very uncomfortable even if she left the light ball. Her face was recovering to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You can also adapt to plateau reaction?"

"I have the blessing power of plants. Don't forget, what plants are best at is adapting to the environment," Pamela was still a bit weak, but much better. She said: "Although it is slow, I can always adapt one day."

"It seems you are the only weakling," Schiller smiled at Stark and said.

"Impossible, aren't there two more people coming?"

"They have already come," Schiller shouted to the air beside him: "Barry, stop running, come over and say hello."

Instantly a golden light flashed, and Barry appeared beside Stark.

"Come here, kid, tell me if you can catch your breath?"

"If I stop, I can't," Barry replied: "But as long as I run fast enough, the feeling of suffocation can't catch up with me."

"But aren't you standing in front of me now?"

"Of course not. What is standing in front of you is your visual persistence. I am currently running circles around you at a speed faster than light, just staying in this place every second, so you can see me standing."