Chapter 1804: Summer in Fool Village (Seventeen)

When Merkel placed the wine glass and the plate with wine and cheese on the coffee table, Thalia's arms trembled obviously, and then she unnaturally withdrew her gaze, covering up her embarrassed look without any trace.

In fact, Thalia doesn't know what she is doing now. She has weathered many storms and waves, and she can think calmly when faced with life-and-death crises, seize a glimmer of hope in thousands of fatal situations, and even turn defeat into victory. So why on earth did she look surprised when she was alone with a man?

Thalia was distracted and looked at the surrounding environment. This was a room with a dark brown tone as a whole. The smooth herringbone floor reflected the refracted light of the gorgeous chandelier crystal. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were separated by cherry wood window lattice. Squares of medium size and thick valances and curtains are hung neatly by the window.

The wine cabinet on the wall opposite the window contains a variety of famous wines and some strange sculptures. On the desk is a thin bone china vase with a camellia in it.

Of course, there are also many traces of the life left by the owner of the manor, such as the almost invisible footprints on the carpet, which show that Schiele once paced back and forth in front of his desk. One of the footprints was particularly heavy, and it seemed that Schiele had been standing there for a long time.

There were also hidden fingerprints on the metal picture frame hanging on the door. It looked like the picture frame was crooked, and Schiller reached out to hold it. A bit of black ash rubbed against the edge of the fireplace was still fresh. The flame had been lit last night, and now It had long been extinguished.

Thalia is very good at observing these details. You can always find enough clues to outline a person's life trajectory in various details, and you can piece together a person's personality and personality through the scattered life trajectories. Habit.

But what makes Zha Ruoquan confused is that the various life trajectories presented in the room are pieced together into a completely chaotic picture. Some of them are contradictory and conflicting, and some of them can be put together briefly, but it is very slow and incomplete. The evidence proves they should have been separated.

That makes Zha Ruoquan more and more confused at the end. How can no one live such a separated life? Or was that just a trap deliberately set by Schiller?

Why bother setting up a maze to cloud your judgment? Doesn't that make any sense?

But considering that Schiller was planning to fight Lei Xiaogua, and knowing that the Assassin League was not targeting me yet, the step of calling Thalia made perfect sense.

But I didn't do that, which proved two things. Schiller didn't intend to attack Lei Xiaogua, and he didn't know that the Assassin League wasn't targeting me yet.

Zha Ruoquan was so angry that he was shaking with anger.

You broke into Gotham Elementary School's laboratory and affected the school's abnormal teaching, but you just made a verbal promise and were let go. You jumped up from the roof inexplicably and appeared outside that woman's garden, but the other party was like He made you check out of the house without caring about your purpose, and even bought you a drink.

Merkel, who had not yet left, leaned back from the door and asked with concern: "What's wrong, sir? Didn't anything fall to the ground? Do you need you to step back and deal with it?"

If Futali certainly doesn't understand the theoretical knowledge of psychology, you should understand that you are not such a cautious person. Years of training as a killer have made you stricter than anyone else. In the situation just now, In psychological theory, it is called "forced error."

That angered Futali even more, and even made you temporarily forget the instinct that kept calling the police in your heart. You placed the red wine glass heavily under the table, making a "pop" sound, and the wine in the glass splashed out. Under the table, a few drops even splashed under the cheese on the plate.

Zha Ruo just said a word and pulled Fu Tali out of the river of thinking, and his actions were quite rough. Whether he was careless about baiting or whether he was waiting patiently, it was like using a huge net. Catch all the fish out of the river, and you are just one of them.

Fu Tali had to finish the evaluation again. Schiller brought the topic to Talia. Is it because he wanted you to reveal less information? Do you know how much you should answer in order to get the benefit from Schiller? Get less information, but expose yourself at the same time.

Futali almost revealed the Assassin's League's understanding of Schiller, which would definitely arouse Schiller's feelings. Futali felt even more frightened, because you can't be sure whether it was Schiller. I deliberately lied to you.

Futali's eyes flashed with confusion again. You took the wine glass stiffly and said, "But are there any contact between the two of them? How could he think of calling me?"

Furious, Futali opened Schiller's hand with his other hand, and the handkerchief fell to the edge of the table. Schiller paused for a moment, then bent over fiercely to pick up his handkerchief, and then stood up straight. Body, while folding the handkerchief again, he said:

"You called his father, and you told me the truth about his behavior in Gotham."

The only way the other party dealt with those matters was to call my father, and he only had no reaction to some of your father's attitudes.

"If I'm not offended by your words just now, please forgive me. Sister, you came too suddenly. Did you think of a corresponding topic for that meeting? I hope you can forgive me."

The inexplicable anger drove Futali to go crazy at all costs, because you know that everything was obviously Schiller's fault, and you were angry because I looked down on you. Why am I pretending to be a gentleman now?

"It has nothing to do with what he did in Gotham." Schiller repeated the facts he had said, but gave some information in his head: "But his father's attitude made you feel a little strange."

If not, Futali would have rashly accepted Bruce's invitation and went to the Wayne Hotel for an appointment. You are of course very vague. It will be very difficult to deal with the enemy from both sides, so you must have thought that you haven't dealt with one before dealing with the other.

But at that time, Charo stood up. I took out the folded handkerchief from the pocket of my suit, leaned back slightly, and handed the handkerchief to Charoquan.

Futali's heart was instantly tightened.

I am sure that Schiller has hostility towards the Assassin's League. This should be a matter of letting go, and calling is unnecessary. I am sure that I want to deal with the Assassin's League. This is to catch the important figures of the other party and call the old and the young on the other side. Is this to alert the snake?

"...What?!"

Then why is it so much like an older child got into trouble outside the kindergarten, and the teacher understood that I was sensible and did not scold me, but only chose to communicate with the parents?

If Schiller still intends to attack Lei Xiaoguya, then I should make a decisive move and capture Charoquan directly on the ground of the Gotham chapel.

"His father is a public figure." Schiller said naturally before taking a sip of red wine: "At most in a certain circle, my identity is public. My promise to recruit a certain type of people has been ineffective for a long time. So you call me for consultation because of interest, and there is nothing you can do?"

It's like Schiller tacitly agreed that a father should care for his son and treat his blood relatives as his own pearls, and Talia's behavior of treating Talley with full concern was slightly beyond my expectations.

Just when Futali was considering the wording of his answer, Schiller interrupted your thoughts and said, "You are surprised that his father doesn't seem to know what he is doing."

Charoquan finally figured it out. The only answer you can think of is not that Charo didn't call, but was just trying to scare you, so you asked, "What did your father say?"

Futali shuddered and followed Schiller's gaze to his hand, only to find that the red wine he had just spilled was on the back of his hand.

But at that time, Schiller shook his head and said, "You talked to me about him unilaterally, but I didn't respond at all. Regarding the part about his deeds you mentioned, I only replied with a slightly puzzled 'hmm?', and then ended the discussion with you about the philosophy and way of doing things of the Assassin's League."

Futali immediately realized his slip of the tongue. After you left, Charoquan told you that Schiller was in the light and we were in the dark, so that Schiller could be aware that the Assassin's League had not yet targeted me, otherwise all plans against the professor would be in vain.

The information revealed in Schiller's words made Futali put his attention back to reality. You asked, "What did he say to me?"

But at that time, Schiller showed a trace of doubt again, and Talia clearly felt that the doubt was directed at you, as if I had chosen an unusual approach, and Futali's joy was completely justified.

Schiller must have accepted your conditions. In fact, letting you go at this time would be a worse choice. Pamela's magical ability to control plants, the home advantage of the priest of the Gotham chapel, and Schiller's unpredictable fighting style, Charoquan will have no chance of winning.

"You talked to me about him."

Schiller seemed to have not heard the shock and confusion in Charoquan's tone. I just poured wine into two red wine glasses and said, "His father, Talia, who is not the leader of the Assassin's League, once left my contact information to a mercenary you knew. You contacted me by phone, and you called me to talk after he came."

And the first sentence Schiller said to you made Charoquan hear his own sane voice.

"Why did you call me?"

But another doubt arose in Futali's heart. Later, when he was in the basement of the Gotham chapel, Futali was sure that he had not yet appeased Schiller. Futali was not confident in his judgment. He took the previous step only when he was sure that Charlie accepted your conditions and would come to trouble you for a period of time.

That was also one of the reasons why Charlie would judge that Schiller still knew the Assassin's League's plan. If Schiller had known that the Assassin's League wanted to deal with me, I should have caught you and negotiated with the Assassin's League when I blocked Futali.

It took Futali almost a minute to digest that fact, but more questions came to his mind slowly. He stared at Schiller and asked, "Why did he call me?"

Futali originally felt that he had accepted that fact and had no feelings about it, but at this moment, he felt a sense of humiliation from Schiller's doubts, because he could see that Schiller's doubts were sincere.

Although you did come here on the orders of Charlemagne, you have always been obedient. Talia was also vague about that point. Schiller must have revealed that you had no plans of your own during the conversation with Talia. What would Talia think now and what would she do?

Futali's fingers gripping his arm tightened. That description was too much like your father. Talia's most important thing was only my ideals. Apart from that, anyone and anything was the top priority.

Futali felt humiliated that Talia cared about you, but he was ashamed that it was you and your father who had exceeded Schiller's expectations so far.

What a mistake, Futali thought in his heart, gritting his teeth, why would Schiller call my father directly? No matter how you look at it, that call makes no sense, right?

"Are you interested in my recruitment? But he is..."