Chapter 3789

In the evening, Strange entered the school infirmary. Schiller handed the invisibility potion that had just been brewed and was emitting a faint green light to him, and then said: "Don't tell me I have to drink it during official filming, this thing is fishy as hell..."

"Are you stupid?" Strange looked at him and said, "You drink the potion, you become invisible, then how can the camera film you?"

Schiller slapped his forehead, sat down on the sofa in the reception area of the office and said: "Forgive me, I've been a bit dizzy lately."

"This potion is just taken out to film a bit. At that time, they should give you juice, and then let the mage cast a magic that can make you become translucent, or just use special effects for post-production."

Schiller nodded, handed the potion to him and said: "How is the learning progress of the Batmen?"

"I have to admit, they are indeed geniuses. Especially in magic botany and some courses that require practical operation, they learn very fast and can draw inferences from one instance." Strange's expression finally got a bit better, and he said, "In the popular science class of the magic defense network, most people have also shown interest. The plan is going very smoothly."

"Then what about that evil Batman? Does he have any movements recently?"

"He is indeed quite evil." Strange said, "Earlier, you should have received a student who was injured because the potion got into his eyes."

"Was that his doing?"

"You could say that. But this kid is not innocent either, he helped scold the Mercury Academy before."

"He really is someone who holds a grudge."

"Alright, I'll take the potion. The painters still have to draw the illustrated handbook against the potion. The director said they have already put the newly drawn plant and animal illustrated handbook into the library, you can go see it if you have time."

Strange took the invisibility potion and left the school infirmary. He walked in a hurry, with no time to look at anything else, so he didn't notice that just at the stairwell of the stairs going down, the Main Universe Batman stood on the stairs of the upper floor and watched him leave.

The Main Universe Batman saw the fluorescent green potion he was holding in his hand.

"Why would it be the Sorcerer Supreme?" The Main Universe Batman began to think, "Strange couldn't even know an invisibility magic. What is his purpose in taking the trouble to go to the forest to fish and brew potion?"

There was no clue for the time being, so the Main Universe Batman returned to the dormitory first. He borrowed that illustrated handbook and planned to spend the whole night memorizing all the content on the illustrated handbook, so that he wouldn't be confused no matter what plants and animals he encountered next.

In the evening, Schiller applied medicine to the student again. He had nowhere to go, and there was no internet in this magic school, so he wanted to go to the library to see that illustrated handbook.

It wasn't that he was interested in any magic plants and magic animals, but he really admired the screenwriters. The cultivation of magic plants had actually only started for a few years, and the types of magic plants cultivated were not many, so if written into a book, it was estimated to be a thin volume. Magic animals were almost non-existent, and the number of artificially cultivated ones could be counted on one hand. If the demon gods were counted, they could make up some numbers, but unfortunately, it wouldn't work.

That is to say, that illustrated handbook was basically made up by the screenwriters, and the vast majority of it was made up blindly. However, because this book was considered an important plot prop, so making it up blindly also had to be logical. The entire screenwriter team made it up for half a year, only then did they make up such a quite perfect and very interesting book out of thin air.

In the plot, after the little mages entered the forest, they discovered the traces left by Saphir. They wanted to know what Saphir did in the forest, so they collected the traces he left behind, and then came to the library to look up information.

The information they wanted to look up was this illustrated handbook, so the prop team arranged for someone to come and stuff this illustrated handbook onto the bookshelf, and they could just take it when filming started.

Schiller came to the library and looked around the popular science area, but didn't find this book. He searched carefully on the surrounding bookshelves and found a trace—this book seemed to have been put up, but was taken away by someone again.

Schiller felt a bit regretful, but didn't think much about it. He thought it might just be that the prop team took it to film close-ups, so he picked up other books and sat in the library to kill time.

And Batman who was reading the illustrated handbook in the dormitory felt more and more confused the more he read. This book was vividly worded, beautifully written, and finely illustrated, but compared to a scientific illustrated handbook, it was more like a children's book.

Any scientific illustrated handbook used for popular science should be as concise and accurate as possible, even if it was to add some fun, it was just icing on the cake, and couldn't steal the show.

But this illustrated handbook was completely the opposite, 80% of it was fun. This Sorcerer Supreme was like a master of children's literature, preferring to spend a lot of space describing the story of some magic guinea pigs fighting for territory, rather than writing more about the scientific habits, subject classification, and evolutionary experience of this animal.

As a rigorous scientist, this book really made Batman's head buzz. He originally thought he could use this book to understand the biological common sense of the magical world at the fastest speed, but as a result, he didn't get much common sense, but his children's literature writing level had risen.

The Main Universe Batman really couldn't read it anymore, so he threw the book aside, and the Arkham Batman sat down to watch again. He couldn't read it after watching for a while, and the two sat in front of the desk and looked at each other.

"Do you feel there is a problem anywhere?" The Main Universe Batman said.

"Yes, I felt it. This universe is very strange, everything is not professional, but very powerful. It looks like a grass-roots team, but it has been operating harmoniously."

"Do you think this is an accident?"

"It shouldn't be." The Arkham Batman paused and said, "There must be something happening beyond our cognition. Those things are not necessarily true, but they are doing it very seriously, and these things misled us."

"We need a wider channel of understanding." The Main Universe Batman said, "There should be internet in this universe, right?"

"Yes, but there is none in the school." The Arkham Batman thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if magic energy affected the signal, or if they specifically made some shielding device, or if they just didn't connect to the internet."

The Main Universe Batman took out his wand and said: "Energy itself is a kind of signal. If we can change the frequency of energy, perhaps we can use magic energy to receive the internet signal of this universe. But this requires some preparation."

"We should first make a reading device to understand the transmission and reception laws of energy signals, and then make a signal converter to adjust energy signals. Then we need to communicate with the nearest internet signal..."

The two began to discuss, conducted an in-depth analysis of the possibility of converting magic energy into internet signals, and then the two determined that this should be feasible.

The two learned magic for two days, and also discovered their own problems: this universe really didn't care about talent, but Batman was a hopeless logic monster. He needed everything to have laws, logic, opposed mysticism, and opposed nihilism.

Simply put, his brain didn't turn in the direction of magic, and every day he thought about using scientific means to analyze magic. The difference from Stark was that Stark could at least convince himself that magic was wishful thinking and carry out pragmatic utilization; while Batman was more paranoid, he insisted on trying to see if he could twist magic principles into scientific principles.

Saying do it, the two began to look for materials that could build a reading device. There were definitely none in their dormitory and classroom, but the Main Universe Batman vaguely remembered that there was a mirror in the office of the school infirmary, which didn't look like an ordinary mirror, and seemed to be able to reflect the natural elements in the air, so it should be some kind of magic item.

That night, two sneaky figures sneaked into the school infirmary. The Main Universe Batman took the Hippo Goddess's seal, broke through the magic blockade of the school infirmary, and took advantage of the night to sneak into Schiller's office.

Because Schiller's work and rest had been a bit reversed recently, it was rare to have a day to sleep early. He went to bed early, and slept very soundly, never thinking that his office could still be robbed.

Therefore, when he got up the next morning and found that the two mirrors in the porch were gone, Schiller really thought it was haunted.

He stood in the middle of the porch, looked to the left, and looked to the right, now there were only two bare walls left there, and the screw holes fixing the mirrors were still in place, and the mirrors and screws had disappeared.

"Am I hallucinating?" Schiller turned around, looked and said, "There should be two mirrors here, right? Where are the mirrors?"

Schiller was wondering, when he heard movement from the ward again. He didn't have time to worry about the mirrors, hurried out of the office, and as a result, another group of Batmen entered the school infirmary.

"They fought when eating breakfast." Lucifer leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and said, "This time it was the Neptune Academy that started it. You probably don't want to know the specific process, just bandage them first."

Schiller sighed resignedly, who let him bring so many Batmen into the school?

As soon as he walked in, he saw the figure lying on the hospital bed and froze—how could it be the Arkham Batman?

"You..." Schiller was completely baffled.

You know, the last time they fought in a group, the Arkham Batman fought three, all three were injured, and he was fine. How could he be injured?

"Who did you fight with?" Schiller couldn't help but ask, "You wouldn't have beaten Stephen, would you?!"

The Arkham Batman coughed twice and said: "People have mistakes, horses have stumbles."

"Your mistake is too big." Schiller couldn't help but sigh, and then he stepped forward to check the Arkham Batman's situation. Actually, it wasn't a big deal, he was just poked by a wand on his arm, the wound wasn't deep, but he was bleeding. Schiller could only bandage him.

"Who exactly uses a wand as a dart?" Schiller asked.

As soon as he turned his head, he met the Arkham Batman's "who else could it be" gaze, and Bruce's annoying smile immediately appeared in front of Schiller, so he tactfully didn't ask.

Seeing Schiller bandaging him meticulously, a faint glimmer flashed in the Arkham Batman's eyes. He deliberately left a flaw for Bruce during the brawl this morning, letting the wand he threw hit his arm just right, and even bleed.

This way he could have a legitimate excuse to enter the school infirmary, and use his injury to drag Schiller, so he wouldn't have time to check the case of the two missing mirrors in the office. During this time, the Main Universe Batman should have already cleaned up the beginning and the end cleanly.

"Isn't it strange," Schiller said while bandaging, "when I got up this morning, I found that the two mirrors on the porch of my office were gone."

"It is quite strange." The Arkham Batman said, "But since it's a magic item, it's normal for problems to occur. Do you plan to look for them?"

Schiller thought for a moment, he had a bunch of things recently, besides the Batmen frequently coming to the school infirmary, he also had to memorize the script, so he really didn't have time to care about the two mirrors.

"Forget it, I don't have time." Schiller said, "Just pretend they grew legs and ran away."