Chapter 440

"Wait, this seems to have nothing to do with superpowers either." Clark suddenly reacted. He continued:

"Isn't this just another explanation of 'doing things needs to consider consequences'?"

"Yeah, but I think, your parents should have told you countless times 'doing things needs to consider consequences'. Did you listen?"

Clark opened his mouth. A complicated expression appeared on his face. Clearly, he thought of some not-so-pleasant experiences. He sighed deeply, and then said: "Yeah, my parents emphasized this sentence to me don't know how many times, but I..."

"I only felt at that time that they didn't understand me at all. I felt they were unwilling to stand from my perspective to consider for me, didn't know how much I sacrificed, didn't know I was also very sad. I felt very aggrieved, and even once ran away from home for this."

"However, this kind of decision seems to be my own business indeed. According to the harvest to determine whether to pay so much price, according to the price paid to evaluate the harvest, there seems to be really no superpower matter in this... Then what was I struggling with before?"

"What do you think superpower is? Is it your personality subject?"

"Of course not, I am me, I am Clark."

"Or, this explanation will satisfy you. Your personality is composed of factors like the education you received and the environment you are in, while superpower is just a kind of tool you possess."

"Can also say so." Clark answered somewhat uncertainly.

"Then what is the difference between it and other tools? Your father and your mother fell in love and got married, raised you up, and educated you, interacted with neighbors, and got along well with them. Do these things have anything to do with the pitchfork he often uses to do farm work?"

Before Clark could answer, Shiler said: "Maybe there is a bit of relationship. If there were no pitchfork, maybe he wouldn't be able to work, have no money to support the family, but that thing definitely cannot decide whether he wants to propose to your mother, right?"

Clark suddenly laughed. Seemingly thinking of some interesting things between his parents. After a while, he let out a long breath, looked at Shiler, and said very sincerely:

"Thank you, Professor. I feel that saying all this out, and hearing your suggestions, makes me feel much better."

This breath was let out, Clark seemed to suddenly relax. He slumped on the bed, leaned his head on the soft pillow, put his hand on his chest, and then said: "My God, no one knows, I have been sad to death recently."

He used his arm to block his eyes, and then said: "Walking everywhere I worry about meeting people from the track and field club, afraid that members of the track and field club will go and speak ill of me to my roommates, worried about letting the coach down by quitting the competition, and always feel like a cheating villain..."

"These are all very normal. Anyone at this age will have similar troubles. Regarding interpersonal relationships, life trajectory, etc., this is a stage of personality formation."

Shiler seemed to suddenly remember who, he said: "Even people whose personality is much more mature than yours will have similar feelings during this period."

Clark seemed to hear who he was referring to. He glanced at the room door, and then said: "Are you referring to those two guys just now? Who exactly are they? How come I feel they are a bit dangerous?"

"It's very hard to explain to you now. After you have been in contact with them for a period of time, you will know that these two people will definitely play important roles in your future life."

"Really? Do you mean I will become friends with them?"

"In a sense, yes. They will be the ones who understand you best, and the ones you understand best."

"No way?!" Clark sat up from the bed again, looked at Shiler suspiciously, and said: "Don't tell me you have the ability of prophecy, Professor. How come I feel those two people are a bit weird."

"Of course, this is not necessarily. Now it looks like the relationship between the two of them is better."

"Relationship... good? But how come I feel..."

Clark revealed a somewhat hesitant expression. Following that, he lowered his voice to Shiler and said: "First explain, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on purpose, but I have a special ability, anyway, I can know what happened outside the wall."

"I heard them two, one said something to the other about treasure, also said there is a secret underground in the Mayor's Mansion..."

"Underground?" Shiler furrowed his brows, but soon, he said: "However, this has nothing to do with me. I'm going up to sleep."

Saying this, he stood up, then took the umbrella, and before leaving, said to Clark: "You at your age can stay awake all night because of struggling with a small problem, I can't."

"Tonight, I didn't sleep for two hours in total. If according to that theory, at this time, the price I am willing to pay for a good sleep is bigger than anyone can imagine."

After saying this, Shiler left. Clark flipped over. He was still thinking about the questions Shiler asked him. Recently, he didn't sleep very well either, so thinking and thinking, he slowly sank into a dream.

After Shiler returned to the guest room, he changed into pajamas and prepared to sleep. Although it was already daytime, because the heavy snow outside didn't stop, the weather was also very gloomy, which was a good time to sleep.

Just after he had just changed into pajamas, sure enough, the guest room door was knocked again. Shiler sighed without surprise, then stood up to open the door. Appearing outside the door was Lex Luthor.

"What do you want to do?" Shiler asked directly.

Lex looked at Shiler and was silent for a while, then asked: "Why do you seem to have been guarding against me?"

"Don't you deserve to be guarded against?"

"I just don't understand..." Lex kept looking into Shiler's eyes, but didn't see any emotions worth analyzing in his eyes, so he could only continue to say:

"Bruce is your student, you are more familiar with him, so you are more biased toward him, I can understand. But why do you trust that person named Clark so much?"

Lex furrowed his brows and said: "If it were him who came now, would you let him enter the room first and then talk?"

"You seem to have some basis outside of facts for your judgment of us. What is that?" Lex asked.

Shiler was silenced by his question. He was silent for a good while, then gave way, said to Lex: "Come in first and then talk."

Lex walked in, and then he heard Shiler say while closing the door: "That is... a kind of prejudice that is very hard for me to explain."

Following that, he heard Shiler sigh deeply again. After Shiler closed the door, he turned around and said: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I just want to come and ask you, did you really lose your memory?" Lex hung his hands, stood in the room, and looked at Shiler.

Shiler stood opposite him and nodded. Lex furrowed his brows and said: "You really don't remember you have seen me?"

Shiler narrowed his eyes. He had to admit that during this period of time, he still hadn't fully learned the previous lessons, and looking at people existing in reality still carried the filter of the original work's characters.

For example, he had always held a positive attitude toward Bruce and Clark, because they were positive characters in the original work, but had always been relatively vigilant toward Luthor.

Although Luthor's question just now made him realize this point, but when Lex said this sentence, Shiler still felt he might be brewing some conspiracy.

"You wouldn't say you saved me before, right?" Shiler looked at Lex and asked.

"On the contrary." The answer Lex gave made Shiler somewhat surprised. Lex continued: "It was you who saved me, and right here."

"Two years ago, I was still in a state of being controlled by my father with drugs. At that time, I was very young and could only let him manipulate me. In order to monitor me, he was inseparable from me. Even coming here to participate in the banquet, he brought me."

"I don't know what exactly happened in the middle, but afterwards, Lionel brought you to my room, saying he wanted to give me treatment, then you knocked him unconscious, gave me a mysterious liquid, and let me recover my sanity."

"Wait a moment, mysterious liquid? What is that?"

"I don't know." Lionel shook his head. He said: "I only remember, for a moment, that made me very painful. I saw many crazy hallucinations. Some hallucinations still appear in my dreams until now, only they are becoming lighter with the passage of time, and are almost gone now."

"Can you describe the appearance of that liquid?"

"At that time, you took out a reagent tube, should be the smallest specification, with some liquid at the bottom. Couldn't see the color clearly, but when the cap was opened, I could smell a very rich wine aroma."

Shiler's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He had to repeatedly verify with Lex, but Lex's description always had only those few sentences: couldn't see the color clearly, had wine aroma, would make him appear crazy hallucinations...

"Fine wine?" Shiler whispered to himself. His tone was full of suspicion: "How could the previous me have fine wine? Isn't that underground in Cat Getan Cathedral... I have already been to Cat Getan before?"

"I know, you don't trust me. Even putting aside your inexplicable prejudice, I running to a stranger like this to say you once knew me, no one would believe..."

"No." Contrary to Lex's expectation, Shiler denied this point. Shiler explained: "The thing you just described is the evidence."

Shiler felt that the possibility of Lex just happening to have come into contact with the Wine God Factor and using this to make up such a lie was not big. Just making up a few lies and happening to hit the attributes of the Wine God Factor, the possibility was even smaller.

Plus, if it were this reason, then Lex's previous act of attacking Benjamin and Bruce would be explained. Therefore, what he said was very likely true.

"Alright, but since you lost your memory, I feel I have the necessity to tell you..."

"As far as I know, you left in a hurry, but seemed to have left some things behind."

"I don't know if this has anything to do with that treasure underground in the manor, but I have already found a way to give the key to Bruce. He will scout the way for us."

"How do you know he is going to scout the way, instead of taking that treasure directly?"

Lex shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. That treasure is not gold coins piled in a treasure chest in mythological stories. It very likely has danger."

"And, I also don't care whether he takes that thing away. I just want to help you get back the things you left behind before."

Lex sighed and said: "Lionel wants that treasure because he heard that thing can improve human wisdom, but clearly..."

"Improve wisdom? I don't need it."

"Is it possible that I also don't really want to take back the things from before." Shiler sat on the bed, sighed, and said.

"You seem not to care about the fact that you lost your memory?" Lex asked very suspiciously: "Don't you want to know what exactly is going on?"

"Do you know what I want to do more now?"

"... What?" Lex suddenly had a bad premonition. He felt his back was a bit cold, so he retreated a step silently.

Then, he heard Shiler's slightly sleepy and cold voice sound:

"I just want to sleep now."