Chapter 3002: Green Trees Shade the Long Summer Days (47)

Everyone was squatting in the backyard, dejected.

Although they were skilled, the umbrella in Shiler's hand wasn't bad either. The key point was that if it really just knocked two bumps on their heads, that would be fine, but Shiler's umbrella was also a control prop. As long as one looked at the patterns on it, one would start to feel dizzy and would have to recover in place for at least two or three minutes.

Shiler took advantage of the time they were dizzy to scold them bloody. From personality to character, he didn't let go of anything. It was reasonable and well-founded, precisely breaking their defenses. It belonged to the kind where after listening, one felt that one's life was over.

Everyone felt that he might as well have been a venomous snake.

Of course, soon they were driven up from the ground by Shiler. Shiler listed a whole list for them and told them to roll to the supermarket to buy things.

During the time he lived here, Shiler had already gained quite a bit of experience in holding a banquet and was no longer as flustered as he was at the beginning.

He understood that sometimes holding a banquet solemnly really takes a few days, but if everyone must be gathered together immediately, then as long as the venue and food are prepared, everything else is secondary.

So Shiler didn't prepare invitations either. He just took a photo of the sunset on the lake and sent it to the email addresses of everyone he wanted to invite, telling them that he was prepared to hold a lakeside dinner to appreciate the most beautiful sunset in Cat Getan this summer.

Perhaps it was also because the two witches fighting magic caused the optical phenomena in the air to be distorted, the sunset tonight was exceptionally brilliant.

One group after another of soft clouds happened to float above the setting sun, dyed into a warm orange by the afterglow of the setting sun, like orange soda with ice added. Red and purple floated on the dark side, like adding a spoonful of mulberry syrup to the soda, watching the two gorgeous colors blend and seep down, becoming more psychedelic and gentle under the refraction of the glass.

Shiler put down the prepared drink and saw Gordon's car arrive through the kitchen window. He calculated the time and guessed that Gordon had brought a lot of food again.

Unexpectedly, Barbara also came out of the car and was holding their daughter. It seemed that the time he delayed was to go back to pick up his wife and daughter.

Wanda and Jarvis arrived in a car behind. They were chatting about those giant animals. After Circe's witchcraft power was broken, everyone turned back, but it still caused some casualties, such as that stubborn chimpanzee, which fell from the building and broke its leg.

The chaos caused by this event needed a period of time to subside, but fortunately, as the days passed, the temperature was gradually decreasing. The current late night was no longer so sultry, and perhaps in a few days, there would be a cool evening breeze in the morning and evening.

Shiler put the prepared drink on the cart, pushed the cart to the backyard, and then pushed it along the lawn to the place where they were going to dine today.

As soon as he left the backyard, he saw a figure peeking around there. Miss Richie drilled out from one side of the courtyard. She looked at the house and said, "I thought I found the wrong place. I didn't expect this to really be your house."

"You look very surprised. Why?"

"You don't look like someone so rich... I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything. Is there any work for me to help with?"

"You wait in the courtyard first. I'll be back immediately."

Just after Shiler finished delivering the drinks, a slightly unfamiliar car stopped at the door. A man walked down. It was Heckman, and then Cobblepot walked down.

They seemed to be chatting about the situation at Arkham Asylum. Shiler walked to the front door to greet them. Heckman hurriedly walked up and shook hands with Shiler and said, "Thank you so much, Professor. Pari likes it there very much. She must be able to get the best treatment at Arkham Mental Hospital. Dr. Brand also said her situation isn't serious. Perhaps she will improve in a month."

"Nothing could be better, sir. Oswald, Pamela is already waiting for you by the lake. You go over quickly. I want to chat with this gentleman alone."

Cobblepot nodded at him. Although it was a bit impolite not to chat with the host for a while, he was indeed more concerned about the Alzheimer's disease special drug, so he still hurried to the lakeside.

Pamela was standing under the biggest tree. She and Zatanna had set up a swing there, and she was sitting on it, swinging gently.

Seeing Cobblepot come, she didn't stand up either, but just sat there and said, "Good news, we found the original species. It looks like there is some energy we haven't seen before. Perhaps it will be a special ingredient, but extraction requires a certain amount of time."

"The bad news is that the quantity of the original species isn't enough. We must carry out artificial breeding. My suggestion is to build a plantation in Cat Getan. Once this drug is extracted, no matter how low the yield is and how expensive the price is, there should still be people who will buy it. Perhaps we can even make a small profit."

Cobblepot didn't care about this and said, "I'll invest as much money as you want, but I hope you can produce results."

"Professor Shiler said he had already helped me solve the matter of those annoying plant protectionists through the deal with Amanda. With no one interfering with me, naturally, I can produce results that satisfy you, but that's not all."

Pamela sighed, stood up from the swing, and said, "I don't know how long Amanda's help can last. It wouldn't be good if that group of people made a comeback. I hope I can obtain a reputation and status that they cannot shake."

"If you can really research the special drug for Alzheimer's disease, the Nobel Prize will be yours." Cobblepot said.

"Yes, so what I want to say isn't my matter. My teacher Victor's dense ice technology has never been selected because he had an agreement with the gang family, strictly keeping this technical data confidential and not making any display or transaction to the outside world. But I feel this technology is completely worthy of an award."

"I will go find them to talk." Cobblepot said, "We can re-sign the agreement. Perhaps he can also win a Nobel Prize."

Pamela was finally satisfied and said, "Don't blame me for being too ambitious. It's just that after experiencing the crisis of mortgage and plant protectionists making trouble, I finally understand that nothing is as strong as oneself. The right to speak is the magic weapon to deal with social crises, such as Professor Shiler."

"I have always believed that you are a true plant protectionist." Cobblepot said while walking by the lake with her, "I am very happy that you understand that giving plants more initiative to live isn't letting them actively jump up and beat humans, but showing their own value like humans."

Pamela smiled and said, "I don't know which kind that high-and-mighty Plant God needs, but it looks like I need the second one more. If he regards this as a humiliating submission and wants to abandon me to find someone else, I won't change my concept either."

"He won't. If what he needed was the former, then tens of thousands of years ago, plants should have broken out in a great war with animals. But in reality, there wasn't. Plants have been eaten and utilized by animals, but dinosaurs have been extinct for so long, and plants are still everywhere, lush and green."

"Every ethnic group is providing value for another ethnic group, and then in turn accepting the value of this ethnic group. Humans eat plants, and then return to the earth to become nutrients. I just hope plants can have higher value than food, which is more conducive to their reproduction."

"And those fake plant protectionists hope humans don't eat or use plants. If one day plants have completely no value to humans, perhaps they will also become extinct like many valueless things."

"I hope Amanda can give them enough lessons." Pamela shrugged and looked at the sunset in the distance.

Not long after, other guests at the banquet arrived one after another, but Shiler didn't appear for a long time. They didn't know what kind of medicine this professor was selling in his gourd, but they all gathered in twos and threes by the lake to chat, appreciating the brilliant sunset reflected on the lake surface.

The vast lake surface was illuminated and sparkling, and the eyesore construction site in the distance had been cleared, leaving only rows of lush trees, the intertwined gold and green like the patterns on a throne.

Shiler was standing in the courtyard, and inside the simple fence made of branches in front of him were two shivering pigs.

Shiler wiped the kitchen knife in his hand, looked at Heckman and Miss Richie standing in front of him, and asked, "Have you had any slaughtering experience?"

"Uh, pigs?" Heckman scratched his head and said, "I'm afraid not. I haven't even eaten pork."

"Alright, then what about you? Miss?"

Miss Richie was looking at the two pigs in the circle with some curiosity, and then she said, "I say I'm seeing a live pig for the first time. Do you believe me?"

Shiler sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, I want to introduce you to the standard slaughtering process of pigs. Of course, before this, please allow me to introduce the breeding experience of Eastern countries. To make pork not have such a heavy fishy smell, it must be castrated at a young age."

"Although these two pigs have already grown up, I think the process that should be followed still needs to be followed. Take the knife, and I will teach you how to castrate and bleed them."

In less than ten minutes, people were attracted by the noise in the courtyard. Everyone ran over and saw Heckman and Miss Richie being chased by the pigs all over the courtyard.

People with rural survival experience should understand that killing a pig isn't that simple. This thing counts as a large animal anyway. A charge knocking down a string of adults isn't a problem. Without experience, wanting to kill a pig is very difficult.

But these two people obviously weren't pushovers either. Although they couldn't beat these two crazy pigs head-on, they had knives in their hands anyway. They could give the pigs a cut whenever they saw a gap. The pigs were covered in wounds and became even more crazy, bumping left and right. The people clinging to the wall were watching with relish.

"You guess which of them can handle these two big guys first?" Star-Lord asked Rocket next to him.

"Of course it's that man. Although he's a bit thin, he looks like he has practiced before. He will always be stronger than that delicate little girl."

Of course, some people also felt that treating animals this way was a bit cruel. Wanda couldn't bear it, but Gordon next to her seemed to have thought of something, pulled Wanda over and whispered a few words in her ear. Wanda showed a look of sudden realization, then pulled her throat and started cheering for Miss Richie, and even wanted to use Scarlet Power to secretly help her cheat.

But unfortunately, her move was discovered by Jarvis. Wanda could only give up. She could only mutter a few words secretly.

As a result, the pig Miss Richie was chasing, which was the slightly smaller one, didn't know how it was tripped by the steps, bumped into a tree, and Miss Richie couldn't brake in time and bumped into the pig.

When she almost bumped into it, she instinctively blocked with her hand, but she had a knife in her hand. With one knife, she stabbed into the pig's butt, and the pig rushed out with a howl.

The back door wasn't closed tightly. The pig directly bumped open the back door and rushed out. The other pig also got rid of Heckman, howling while rushing out of the backyard.

This time, others couldn't watch the fun anymore. Everyone was busy catching pigs on the lawn.

To be honest, these people weren't normal people either. A mere two ordinary domestic pigs weren't their opponents. The two pigs were chased and ran around everywhere. Not long after, they were forced to the lakeside.

Finally, Rocket fired a large net and caught both pigs. He had just been knocked over by one of the pigs because his body was too small. At this time, he covered his chest and shouted, "I will let them see the power of Grandpa Rocket! Star-Lord, go cut down the trees! I want to roast them!!!" ===== CHAPTER 3003 =====