The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3809 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (24)

Chapter 3809 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Twenty-Four)

There was a reason Strange came looking for the notebook. After the meeting yesterday, Chris called him, praising the friend he had invited, but after learning from Schiller that Batman had written it, Strange couldn't quite manage a smile.

Batman is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, he can't be used by him. In fact, in some ways, he and Batman are even adversaries. Especially the main universe's Batman, who is a very troublesome guy. Strange has been trying to avoid dealing with him as much as possible, lest he fall into his trap at any time.

Chris, of course, wasn't going to give up so easily. He wanted Strange to find the person and bring them to the props team. Strange said the person's identity was too sensitive and they probably couldn't come. So Chris asked to hire the person to write articles, and the first article he wanted was Saffir's notes.

Strange didn't want to go to Batman, so he decided to look at the notebook himself and see if he could write it down by referring to the pictures. But when he arrived, he found the notebook was gone.

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

"what?"

"It's that Saphir's notebook."

“I don’t know,” Schiller said. “Could the props department have taken it for close-up shots?”

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 glanced at them; there wasn't much content, just some basic theoretical knowledge about magical defense networks."

“Chris needs a notebook in the style of the Illustrated Guide.” Strange paced back and forth in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, looking somewhat anxious. “He wants me to find the author of the Illustrated Guide, but I don’t want to go to Batman, so I want to see if I can improve that notebook.”

"You mean you're going to write it yourself?" Schiller asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Anyway, it contains information about magical defense networks. Is there anyone in the world who knows more about this than me? Not even Batman, right?"

“But the style might be hard to match with the encyclopedia,” Schiller said seriously. “Chris is a very picky person; he can’t tolerate the slightest imperfection in this regard. What if your writing doesn’t get approved? Wouldn’t that be a waste of your effort?”

"What should we do then? You know how difficult Batman is. If I were to beg him for help, who knows how much I would have to sacrifice. What if he schemes against me?"

“Let me think,” Schiller said. “Look, we have so many Batmen in our school now, it doesn’t have to be that one. Why don’t we just find an easier Batman to deal with?”

"Which Batman is easy to deal with?" Strange asked the probing question.

This is indeed the crux of the problem—easy-to-deal Batmen aren't that powerful, and powerful Batmen are all difficult to deal with. Hiring them would likely be a huge expense. Strange is also worried they might use this as an excuse to cause trouble.

“I’ll talk to Bruce,” Schiller said. “He may seem a bit unreliable, but he’s got the skills. And he’s a bit of a party animal, so he won’t ask for too much.”

Strange thought for a moment, and it seemed he had no other choice. He could only nod and say, "Okay, hopefully he can satisfy Chris. But we still need to find the original notebook. If it falls into someone else's hands, it will spoil the plot, and we'll both have to pay for it."

“I’ll go look for it,” Schiller said.

After Strange left, Schiller began to ponder: Could there be a connection between Night Owl's anxious search for him and the disappearance of the notebook? Could it be that Night Owl had taken the notebook?

Almost instantly, Schiller connected the dots: it must have been the main universe's Batman using the notebook to make Night Owl believe he had some incurable disease. Since he couldn't find the cause when he came to Schiller, he could only start with the notebook.

And as expected, the laptop has definitely been tampered with by the main universe's Batman, but it's unclear where it will lead Night Owl.

Wait a minute. If Batman in the main universe deliberately let Nite Owl get his hands on the notebook, then he must have altered its contents. Otherwise, the contents of the notebook would be too obvious and easily give away the plot.

In other words, as long as the notebook is found, Chris's mission is complete—after all, both the encyclopedia and the notebook were written by Batman from the main universe, so the style is definitely consistent.

But this thing ended up in Night Owl's hands. He certainly won't put it back until he feels his problem is solved. And Chris is an impatient person; he can't wait a few days.

Schiller had considered posing as a miracle doctor and curing Night Owl's illness with a wave of his hand. But on the one hand, he didn't know what the illness was, so claiming to have cured it wouldn't be convincing; on the other hand, his previous statement to Night Owl that he couldn't understand it, followed by his change of heart, was highly suspicious.

Schiller thought about it and actually came up with a solution: his identity as the school doctor was probably out of the question, but he could treat patients as someone else.

Impersonating another professor is too risky—after all, Night Owl has already met other professors, and it's easy to give himself away if he doesn't act well. But becoming a virtual character that has never appeared before and is tailor-made for him is much easier.

Schiller decided to disguise himself as Saffir.

Anyway, there's no internet at school, and I haven't seen the Batman movies, but the traces in those secret rooms and the enchanted forest are real. Who can say that Saffir didn't exist?

Moreover, the identity of a senior black magician is quite useful: no matter what kind of difficult or complicated illness you have, I can cure it for you.

After thinking for a moment, Schiller took out the black robe he had worn that day when he went to the Enchanted Forest to create traces, and went there under the cover of night. He knew that there was a small house deep in the Enchanted Forest, which was also one of Saffir's strongholds. It was a set that the props team had just built, and it was decorated quite realistically with the help of Mephisto's aesthetic sense, just right to fool the Night Owl.

Schiller had only originally intended to scout out the location, familiarize himself with the environment, and check for any flaws in the props setup. But as he was inspecting the cabin, he suddenly heard a noise not far away.

Schiller tiptoed and slowly moved in that direction, and then spotted a figure by the lake.

The owl was untying the small boat that was moored to the boardwalk, seemingly wanting to venture into the depths of the lake.

Schiller stood behind a tree watching his actions, feeling somewhat puzzled: What is this owl doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

However, this was exactly what he wanted; he had come to see the doctor anyway, so it didn't matter when. Therefore, he stopped trying to conceal his footsteps and slowly walked out.

Night Owl was extremely alert. The moment Schiller took a step forward, he abruptly turned around. The instant he saw the unfamiliar man in black robes, he threw several darts.

The thin gray mist flashed by, and the dart seemed to have touched some invisible barrier, instantly falling to the ground and slowly turning into powder.

"Who are you?" Night Owl asked.

“You should have heard of me in the History of Magic class,” Schiller said, getting into character. “Or did you not like that class? I didn’t. Nobody likes it.”

"Are you Saphir?" Night Owl's tone grew even lower.

"It seems your knowledge of magical history is not bad."

Night Owl's heart skipped a beat. He immediately gripped the rope tightly. The forest was dark and gloomy, and the lake was bottomless. To encounter this ruthless dark sorcerer in such a setting was truly unlucky.

"How are you feeling?" Schiller asked deliberately. He added a touch of mockery to his tone, as if he were certain that Night Owl had something wrong with him. He had to do this because Saffir was a very powerful dark magician, and to maintain that persona, he had to be able to spot the problem at a glance, otherwise he wouldn't seem so impressive.

Night Owl clenched his fist. The other party's cat-and-mouse attitude annoyed him. He knew the other party must have recognized the curse within him, and knew he was the unlucky guy who sent him the letter.

"What do you want?"

"I can help you."

Even Night Owl wanted to curse him: You put a curse on me, and then you come here to remove it, saying you're here to help me?

“Conditions,” Night Owl uttered a single word.

Schiller knew, of course, that these Batmen were all paranoid—if you offered to cure them out of the blue, they would absolutely not believe you and would think you had ulterior motives; on the contrary, a deal was much easier to gain their trust. So before coming, Schiller had already figured out what he wanted Nite Owl to do.

“Give me back my notebook first,” Schiller said. “I know you have it with you.”

Night Owl hesitated for a moment. Schiller, who had already guessed that the problem might lie in the notebook, said with a hint of sarcasm, "Or do you want to get more out of that?"

Night Owl had no choice but to toss the notebook to him. Then Schiller turned and walked away, saying, "Come with me."

Schiller led him to the cabin. This cabin was the kind of dark hut that most people stereotyped as the residence of a dark sorcerer; despite its sinister exterior, the interior was even more wicked.

Schiller was startled when he first walked in—Mephisto had decorated the place like a branch of his palace. Although most of the luxurious elements had been removed, the evil elements had been well preserved, giving one the feeling that one look at it would wipe out all the good deeds of one's life.

Night Owl was clearly taken aback. He could clearly see that this was a different power system, completely different from the mysterious and luxurious one presented in the magic school, but equally powerful.

Night Owl is a man who desperately craves power; otherwise, he wouldn't have embarked on a wicked path unlike most Batmen. He never considers his ruthless pursuit of power a flaw, but rather something to be proud of.

He felt a surge of heat in his heart.

He knew the Sorcerer Supreme disliked him, and that the righteous Batmen wouldn't forgive him; he had no way out from the start. So why couldn't he take another path?

Schiller turned around and looked back at the owl. The owl's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and it really looked like an owl perched on a tree branch.

"No way," Schiller thought to himself, "You'd better not be trying to learn black magic from me."

"Can I learn dark magic from you?"

I've been so busy lately. The worker who fell earlier is in worse condition. That damn renovation company is shirking responsibility, and I'm going to sue them.

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