Chapter 3801

"Can you teach me dark magic?" Schiller asked.

Mephisto widened his eyes and said: "What? You want to learn dark magic? What are you learning that thing for?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, I want to learn. Are you going to teach me or not?"

"We can make a deal," Mephisto immediately climbed up the pole, "You help me persuade Chris to add some scenes for me, and I will teach you dark magic."

"Guaranteed to teach and learn?"

"Guaranteed to teach and learn."

"Alright," Schiller said, "However, don't hold too much expectation, at most it's mentioning the name 'Mephisto' a few more times..."

"No problem," Mephisto agreed very readily. His fundamental purpose in participating in acting is to promote himself, in order to make the name "Mephisto" a household name. Don't look at it as just mentioning it a few more times in the movie, judging from the popularity of this movie, appearing one more time will at least harvest hundreds of thousands of believers. It's simply a steady profit without loss.

"Alright, then how do you plan to teach?"

"This is simple. I'll send you a compressed package."

As soon as Mephisto finished speaking, Schiller felt that something had been added to his mental tower, as if someone had transmitted a piece of information along his brain waves.

He opened it and looked, good guy, Mephisto is also keeping pace with the times, setting up online classes.

What he sent were the image materials of those dark mages using magic back then. Because most of the dark mages were his believers, Mephisto could see their every move, and naturally could record their research process.

This is much stronger than dry lecturing, because if there is a research process, one can know how certain things were deduced. This process is more suitable for learning.

Moreover, these things are transmitted directly through brain waves, which can be understood directly in the brain, without going through the senses, and can be directly distributed to the brain's areas, and the speed is much faster than reading books or listening to lectures in the real world.

Schiller immediately started decompressing, although the speed is not very fast, but after understanding a part, he can start teaching Owlman, and it doesn't delay anything.

Schiller spent most of the day finishing the basics of dark magic, and then left a note on the bedside table of Owlman's dormitory, making an appointment to meet him in the magic forest at night.

Sure enough, Owlman sneaked out of the school at night, and his figure was just seen by the Prime Universe Batman and the Arkham Batman.

"Why did he go to the forest again?" the Arkham Batman said with a frown.

"If nothing goes wrong, he should be going to see Schiller," the Prime Universe Batman said.

The Arkham Batman turned to look at him.

"Owlman will go to find Schiller because of the curse. This time Schiller won't say he can't lift the curse, but will find a way to fool him."

"Why?"

"This doctor is different from the doctor," the Prime Universe Batman said, "The doctor is a person who is very afraid of trouble and has strong inertia. But this doctor won't let go of any opportunity, even if he knows it might be me playing tricks behind his back, he will follow the trend and do something himself, striving to kick Owlman into a deeper pit."

"So what did he do?"

"He should lie that he can lift the curse. Now Owlman entering the magic forest might be to lift the curse."

"What good does this do for us?"

"Sending him to Dr. Schiller is the greatest benefit. The doctor is destined to pit him, Owlman won't get any benefits, and he can also contain the doctor's attention. We can do something else."

"What do you want to do?"

"Judging from Owlman's intelligence, there are indeed many rare plants and animals in the magic forest. Compared to magic itself, these animals and plants might have more practical value. I want to conduct biochemical research on them, but it is unwise to enter the forest rashly. Where else do you think we can get these things?"

"So, you lured Owlman to Dr. Schiller, just to let the two of them leave the school infirmary, so you can go in and find materials?"

The Prime Universe Batman nodded and said: "Regarding the learning of magic theory, everyone's progress is about the same. To make more progress, one can only find another way. I have more confidence in the fields of biology and chemistry. What about you?"

The Arkham Batman thought for a moment and said: "I am more interested in machinery. In fact, I want to use magic to modify my Batmobile. But I really haven't heard where there is magic machinery."

"Of course there is, I have encountered the Iron Man of this universe, he seems to have this technology in his hands, but unfortunately he is not teaching in this school. Perhaps you can find a way to lure him over."

The Arkham Batman nodded and said: "That's right, if I can talk to him, I should gain something. Then let's split up?"

"Yes, don't forget to tell the other few people to let them find a field they are interested in to study. While Owlman is wasting time lifting the curse, we can get ahead of him."

The Arkham Batman finally understood the full picture of the Prime Universe Batman's series of plans. In fact, it's simple to say, it's using the intelligence Owlman revealed that he had been to the forest, rewriting the guide, luring Owlman to the library, letting him discover the secret room, letting him think he was cursed, using pressure to force him to the school infirmary, and then using Schiller's subjective initiative to lure Owlman away from the school.

In this way, while Owlman is busy fighting wits and courage with Schiller, the Prime Universe Batman's side can overtake and lead Owlman in all fields.

"I have a way," the Arkham Batman suddenly said, "We can find Iron Man's short video account and contact him using this account."

"You want to tell him directly? But I think it probably won't work. He is a person who is relatively..." the Prime Universe Batman paused and then said, "I'm not trying to speak ill of him, but he is the kind of person who is very hypocritical. If you invite him directly, he might not be willing to come."

"Then what if I pretend to be his fan?" the Arkham Batman seemed to have thought of everything long ago, he said, "Magic movies are so popular, as his fan, it's normal for me to want him to show his face in the movie, right?"

"However, his relationship with the Sorcerer Supreme is not very good either. The two of them seem to have divided their own territories."

"That's even better, as long as we can lure him here, maybe we can use him to contend with the Sorcerer Supreme. Don't you always have doubts about the Sorcerer Supreme leading the human alliance?"

"I have more doubts about Iron Man leading the human alliance."

"Then we have to compare to know which is better," the Arkham Batman opened the short video and said while scrolling, "Don't worry, it won't be long before we welcome a new professor."

In midsummer, the night sky in New York is exceptionally clear. A blue meteor streaks across, and couples standing on the rooftop observation deck take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Times have changed, most people already know that the meteor streaking across the New York sky in the middle of the night is likely Iron Man, but it doesn't hinder them from taking pictures and posting short videos.

Stark wasn't deliberately showing off his armor this time, he flew over the top of the Osborn Building and happened to see Peter squatting on the edge of the rooftop, his eyes a bit red.

"Harry cried very sadly," Peter said, "He lost his father."

"When is Old Osborn's funeral scheduled?"

"Next Monday," Peter coughed twice and said, "There should be many people coming to mourn him then."

Stark patted him on the shoulder and said: "This is his choice. His son will understand him. Besides, the situation of the Osborn Group is not bad now, and Little Osborn is still quite capable."

"Rare to hear you praise someone," Peter said, shaking off his depressed mood.

Stark curled his lips and said: "I admit that in terms of doing business, I am not as good as Osborn. If it weren't for Pepper, I would be annoyed to death by that group of people."

Peter took a deep breath, preparing to change the subject: "How is your lawsuit with that fake going?"

"Haha, he has already been banned," Stark shook his phone happily and said, "Now there is only one genuine Iron Man!"

"That's not bad," Peter leaned over to look at his phone screen, "How many videos have you posted? Have you greeted your fans?"

"Not many, only posted a dozen videos of mechs. My fan growth speed is a bit slow, do you think I should show my face to prove that I am the real Iron Man?"

"I think you can. That fake before didn't have a video showing his face, maybe because you never showed your face while wearing the mech. If you shoot a video like this, it should be a big hit."

Stark agreed deeply. Then Peter put his arm around his shoulder and said: "Let's shoot a video together, so my fans will also follow you. The third-generation Spider-Man has been silent for a long time, our new video will definitely be a big hit."

The two did it as soon as they said it, and soon shot a video of Spider-Man and Iron Man flying together over New York. After landing, Iron Man even lifted his mask.

This video was indeed a big hit overnight, instantly reaching the top of the hot search list, and was pushed to almost everyone who paid attention to superheroes. Stark's fans grew crazily, and he smiled until he couldn't close his mouth.

"Hahaha, there are also many people sending private messages to praise me," Stark pointed at the screen like a child and said, "Peter, look, they all praise me for being handsome. Hahahaha!"

Stark kept flipping through private messages one by one. Suddenly, when he saw a private message sent by a certain account, his smile faded a lot.

"Damn it," he couldn't help but complain, "Didn't that guy Shi Difen just shoot a movie? Why is everyone talking about him? I also shot a documentary, is it possible that no one watched it?"

"Uh, what did he say?" Peter leaned over to look again.

"He asked me when I could see myself in that movie. You tell me how I should reply, can I say Strange didn't invite me to participate at all?!"

Peter hesitated for a moment and said: "Didn't you ask Shi Difen?"

"Why should I ask him!" Stark said as if his tail had been stepped on again, "If he hopes the great Iron God will participate, then he should take the initiative to invite me!!"

"Alright, alright," Peter waved his hand and took out his phone.

Stark narrowed his eyes and said: "What are you going to do? You wouldn't be going to complain to him, would you?"

"How is that possible, I'm best with you," Peter said while sending a message to Strange, "You hurry up and invite Tony to visit your magic academy, and then let him show his face in your magic movie. Dr. Schiller is not in New York, no one can do anything about him, and he's about to be angered into a mental hospital again."

Strange was looking at the lesson plan in the principal's office, and the phone next to him dinged. After he picked it up, he saw Peter's message, and then dialed a number.

"Hello? Tony? Nothing, just saw that video of yours was popular, wanted to invite you over to shoot a promotional video. Are you free?"

"Uh, if you invite me warmly, I'm not unable to go," Stark's voice came from over there, "Just shooting a promotional video?"

"Guest appearance is also fine, but it still depends on the director's meaning..."

Knock knock knock. The window was knocked, Strange turned his head to look, and the glowing eyes of Stark's mech were staring at him intently behind the stained glass.

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