Chapter 3798

Of course, there was a reason for Strange to come looking for the notebook. After the exchange meeting ended yesterday, Chris called him and praised the friend he found to the skies, but after learning from Schiller that it was Batman who wrote this thing, Strange couldn't really laugh.

Batman is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, he cannot be used by him. Even in some aspects, he and Batman are still opposites. Especially the Prime Universe Batman, who is a very troublesome guy. Strange has tried his best to avoid dealing with him to prevent falling into his trap at some unknown time.

Of course, Chris wouldn't give up. He wanted Strange to find the person and then join the props team. Strange said the other party's identity was relatively sensitive and he was afraid he couldn't come. Then Chris demanded to hire the other party to write the manuscript, and the first manuscript he wanted was Saphir's notes.

Strange didn't really want to find Batman, so he planned to look at the notes himself to see if he could write them out by comparing them with the pictures. But he didn't expect that after coming, he found the notes were gone.

So he knocked on the door of the school infirmary again, looked at Schiller and asked: "Where is that notebook in the library secret room?"

"What?"

"That notebook of Saphir's."

"I don't know," Schiller said, "Could it be that the props team took it to shoot close-ups?"

"Have you seen that thing?"

Schiller nodded and said: "About two months ago, the assistant director sent us all the extra materials we needed to read. I roughly looked at it, there was no content inside, just some theoretical knowledge about the magic defense network, the very shallow kind."

"Chris needs a notebook in the style of that guide." Strange stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips and paced, looking a bit anxious, "He wants me to find the author of the guide, but I don't want to find Batman, so I want to see if I can perfect those notes."

"You mean you want to write it yourself?" Schiller said with some surprise.

"Yes. Anyway, what's written on it is knowledge related to the magic defense network. Can there be anyone in this world who understands this knowledge better than me? Batman can't either, right?"

"But the style might be difficult to unify with the guide," Schiller said very seriously, "Chris is a very picky person, and he can't tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes in this regard. If you write it and it doesn't pass, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"

"Then what should I do? You also know how difficult Batman is to deal with. If I beg him, I don't know how much I'll have to pay. What if I get calculated by him?"

"Let me think," Schiller said, "Look, there are so many Batmen in our school now, it doesn't have to be that Batman. Can't we just find a Batman who is easier to deal with?"

"Which Batman is easy to deal with?" Strange asked the soul-searching question.

This is indeed the key to the problem—the easy-to-deal-with Batmen aren't that powerful, and the powerful Batmen are all difficult to deal with. If one wants to hire them to do things, I'm afraid it will be a heavy loss. Strange is also worried that they will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

"I will go talk to Bruce," Schiller said, "Although he looks a bit unreliable, his level is no problem. And he likes to join in the fun, so his asking price won't be too high."

Strange thought for a moment, and it seemed there was no other way. He had to nod and say: "Alright, I hope he can satisfy Chris. But we still have to find the original notebook back; if it falls into someone else's hands, it will spoil the plot, and both of us will have to pay money."

"I will go look for it," Schiller said.

After Strange left, Schiller began to think: Owlman came to find him so nervously, could there be any connection between that and the disappearance of the notebook? Could it be that Owlman took the notebook?

Almost after a little thought, Schiller connected these things: it must be that the Prime Universe Batman used the notebook to make Owlman think he was suffering from some incurable disease. When he came to find him and couldn't find the cause, he could only start from the notebook.

And if nothing goes wrong, the notebook must have been tampered with by the Prime Universe Batman, it's just that he doesn't know where it will lead Owlman for the time being.

Wait. If the Prime Universe Batman deliberately let Owlman get the notebook, then he must have changed the content inside, otherwise, the content in that notebook was too shallow and easy to expose.

That is to say, as long as the notebook is found, Chris's task is completed—after all, both the guide and the notebook were written by the Prime Universe Batman, and the style must be unified.

But this thing fell into Owlman's hands. Before he feels his problem is solved, he definitely won't put this thing back. Chris is an impatient person and can't wait a few days.

It's not that Schiller hasn't thought about pretending to be a miracle doctor and waving his hand to cure Owlman's illness. But on one hand, he doesn't know what kind of illness it is, and saying it's cured wouldn't be convincing; on the other hand, he said he couldn't understand it when he saw Owlman before, and changing his words now is really too suspicious.

Schiller thought for a moment and really came up with a way: the identity of school doctor Schiller probably won't work, but he can pretend to be someone else to treat the illness.

Pretending to be other professors has too high a risk—after all, Owlman has also been in contact with other professors, and if he doesn't act well, it's easy to reveal the truth. But if he becomes a virtual character who has never appeared and is tailored for himself, it will be much easier.

Schiller decided to pretend to be Saphir.

Anyway, there is no internet in the school, Batman hasn't seen the movie, and the traces in those secret rooms and magic forests are real. Who can say that Saphir doesn't exist?

Moreover, the identity of a senior dark mage is also relatively easy to use: don't worry about any difficult and miscellaneous diseases, they will all be cured in my hands.

After thinking about it, Schiller took out the black robe he used when he went to the magic forest to create traces that day, and came to the magic forest under the cover of night. He knew there was a small hut deep in the magic forest, which was also one of Saphir's strongholds, a scene just set up by the props team, decorated quite realistically with the help of Mephisto's aesthetics, just right for fooling Owlman.

Schiller actually just wanted to come and scout the location, familiarize himself with the environment, and see if there were any flaws in the props team's layout. But just as he was checking around the hut, he suddenly heard movement not far away.

Schiller lightened his steps, slowly leaned toward that direction, and then found a figure by the lake.

Owlman was untying a small boat tied to the wooden trestle, looking like he wanted to enter the depths of the lake.

Schiller stood behind a tree watching his movements, feeling a bit puzzled: what is this Owlman doing here in the middle of the night without sleeping?

However, this was exactly what he wanted; he originally wanted to come and treat his illness, and it's the same whenever he treats it. So he didn't cover his footsteps anymore and slowly walked out.

Owlman was very vigilant; the moment Schiller took a step out, he turned his head sharply. The moment he saw a strange black-robed man, several darts were thrown out.

A thin gray mist flashed and disappeared, and the darts seemed to touch some invisible barrier, instantly falling to the ground and slowly turning into powder.

"Who are you?" Owlman asked.

"You should have heard my name in the Magic History class," Schiller entered the state and said, "Or do you not like that class? I don't like it either. Nobody likes it."

"Are you Saphir?" Owlman's tone became lower and lower.

"It seems your magic history is not bad."

Owlman's heart skipped a beat. He immediately gripped the rope in his hand tightly. The forest was dark and lightless, the lake was bottomless, and encountering this brutal dark mage in such a scene, he was really unlucky enough.

"How do you feel?" Schiller asked deliberately. He added a bit of ridicule to his tone, as if he were certain Owlman had some problem. He had to do this, because Saphir is a very powerful dark mage, and to maintain this character, he must see the problem at a glance, otherwise he would appear less powerful.

Owlman clenched his fists. The other party's cat-and-mouse attitude made him very unhappy. He knew that the other party must have recognized the curse in his body and knew that he was the unlucky guy who sent him the letter.

"What do you want?"

"I can help you."

Even for Owlman, he wanted to curse shamelessly: you cursed me, and then you came over to lift the curse for me, saying you're here to help me?

"Conditions." Owlman spat out a word.

Of course, Schiller knew that these Batmen were all victims of persecution mania—if you said you wanted to treat their illness for no reason, they would absolutely not believe you and would definitely think you had other motives; instead, transactions were easier to gain their trust. So before coming, Schiller had already thought about what he wanted Owlman to do.

"Give my notebook back to me first," Schiller said, "I know you have it on you."

Owlman hesitated. Because Schiller had long guessed that the problem might be in the notebook, he said somewhat playfully: "Or do you want to get more from it?"

Owlman had no other choice but to throw the notebook to him. Then Schiller turned and left, saying: "Follow me."

Schiller took him to the hut. This hut was the kind of small black room where dark mages lived in most people's stereotypes; don't look at the gloomy exterior, the interior was even more evil.

Schiller was startled when he walked in before—Mephisto decorated this place as if it were a branch of his bedroom, although most of the luxurious elements were removed, the evil elements were well preserved, giving people a feeling that one would have all their life's merits deducted just by looking at it.

Owlman was obviously also shocked. He could clearly see that this was another power system, completely different from the mystery and magnificence presented in the magic school, but equally powerful.

Owlman is a person who is very eager for power, otherwise he wouldn't have embarked on an evil path different from most Batmen. He never regarded the trait of obtaining power by any means as a shortcoming, but had always been proud of it.

He felt a burning sensation in his heart.

He knew that the Sorcerer Supreme didn't like him, and those righteous Batmen wouldn't forgive him; he had no way out from the beginning. Then why couldn't he take another path?

Schiller just turned around, and when he looked back at Owlman, the other party's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, really looking like an owl standing on a tree branch.

No way. Schiller thought in his heart, you'd better not want to learn dark magic from me.

"Can I learn dark magic from you?"

?? I've been really busy lately, the situation of the worker who fell down before has worsened a bit, the damn renovation company is shirking responsibility, I'm preparing to sue.

? Updates might be late, sorry.