The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

I am a doctor, not God. Schiller also picked up the wine glass, shook it and said: My expertise lies in analysis rather than treatment. Even a personality that is good at treating needs the patient's cooperation. Even if you don't cooperate at all, at least You have to give the doctor enough time.

Alberto raised his eyes and looked at Schiller's expression, and Schiller also looked at him. After a long silence, Schiller said: No, you don't owe me anything. You know better than me. Evans would never have let me eliminate you. , you are his brother.

But you can go against his will.

I won't. Schiller looked at Alberto and said seriously: From the perspective of a latecomer, from the perspective of gains and losses, you think I should think you are an unstable factor, so even if Evans doesn't want to kill you , I should also cause an accident.”

This is indeed very simple for me. Evans still trusts me. As long as I propose treatment for him, it will be very simple to eliminate you who was not in a stable condition at the time.

But I won't do it. Such intervention is meaningless. Schiller looked into Alberto's eyes and said: And you are thinking now, if I had done this, Evans would not be at risk of disappearing. ”

It's a pity that there is no such good thing in this world. It's not that if someone had chosen another path, things would be better now. It's more likely that the other path will have more serious consequences.

I can tell you responsibly that your presence is one of Evans' supports. You have delayed the process of his becoming weak. Without you, he may have suffered a mental breakdown faster.

Alberto suddenly picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the spirit that had not been completely diluted. He gasped at the spicy taste, but he suddenly relaxed.

That's great news, he said.

Schiller looked at his expression and said, Do you think I'm just comforting you? In fact, that's not the case.

It seems to be clearly different from you. Evans' personality is almost completely opposite to yours. You should know that such a personality cannot be a godfather.

The old godfather is eager to find an heir. Evans cannot do it, but the consequences of his inability will not only be the decline of the Falcone family, but the old godfather and he will be in danger.

In order to save himself and his father, Evans has to do whatever he wants. Do you know how much pressure this will put him under? Even a normal ordinary person is likely to collapse because of such an extreme situation.

Your appearance saved him. From a sociological point of view, you prevented him from having to take on responsibilities that he was unwilling and unable to take. From a psychological point of view, the return of the main personality can help him Sharing a lot of mental pressure, he is resting while you are controlling his body, which reduces his wear and tear and extends his lifespan.

Professor, this is the first time I know your professional level. Alberto said.

how?

“It’s well-deserved.”

Actually this is not psychotherapy. Schiller smiled and said: I'm just telling you a fact that you may not know, but then we have to talk about more realistic issues.

I can't do psychotherapy. Alberto frowned and said in a more serious tone: I can't see a psychiatrist regularly.

Because you are the godfather, I completely understand. Schiller nodded and said: You are not only a leader, but also a symbol and cultural symbol. You must be strong enough and cannot have weaknesses. Even if you have them, you cannot show them. .”

This is completely anti-human, but since the model has not changed yet, you can only persist as long as possible. I must say that your stability is the basic guarantee of order in this city.

It's almost gone. Alberto sighed and said through the gaps in the words: The Twelve Families are getting weaker and weaker, and smart people have begun to invest their black money in legitimate industries to launder it.

I have heard, Harvey said, that there have been more and more cases of company registration and equity disputes in recent times, and most of them are familiar faces.

I don't know if I can land smoothly. Maybe the best result is that I also return to Italy and let Evans become a singer.

Schiller looked at Alberto and said seriously: And if he doesn't want to be here, then go back to Gotham University and be a graduate student. He can always come back.

Alberto relaxed a little more. He looked at Schiller and said, Thank you, Professor. Can I take this as a guarantee?

Of course, he is my student, at least I can guarantee his safety.

Alberto was silent there for a long time, and then he seemed to have made a very important decision. He took another sip of strong wine. His expression darkened, and his sharp eyebrows seemed to have a sharp sword embedded in them.

Schiller knew what he was thinking.

The responsibility of leading the twelve families left Alberto with no time and the ability to see a psychiatrist when he had psychological problems like ordinary people. He could not collapse and must always be strong.

But now, Evans is facing serious problems. His personality is unstable and may dissipate.

In that extreme situation, only Evans chose Alberto. As long as Evans showed any fear and unwillingness, both the old godfather and Schiller would definitely choose to eliminate Alberto's personality, but he No.

So Alberto couldn't accept Evans disappearing, and the only way was to come to Schiller for treatment, but that would take time, at least for a while, and he had to concentrate on doing it.

This obviously constitutes a conflict. Do you want the Twelve Families or Evans?

This seems to be a difficult decision, but for Alberto, there is no need to think for a second. The Twelve Family are just dogs in the hands of the godfather, but Evans is his younger brother.

The gang order in Gotham has been weakened to the limit. The current development direction of Gotham has caused the gangs to have too many things to do. In order to fill the gaps in the shopping mall, the smart gang bosses have already begun to transform.

Schiller looked at the expression on Alberto's face and understood that the gang order would not last long.

And Schiller decided to give it a push.

He glanced down at his watch, stood up, turned around and walked towards the wall and said: It's my first time to hold such a large-scale banquet. There are many guests who are not so kind but arrive early like you, so I'm afraid I can't be with you. Talking for too long.”

Rodriguez Manor is too small and there are not many reception rooms, so I would like to ask the butler to take you to my office to wait for a while. How about that?

Alberto heard something unusual, so he didn't stop and stood up with a glass of wine. Soon Merkel was called by Schiller's phone.

Take Mr. Falcone to my office.

Merkel was about to say that the place had not been cleaned up yet, but when she saw Schiller's look, she immediately swallowed her words, said nothing, and left with Alberto.

Alberto soon arrived at Schiller's office. The place was very tidy, so the table with a pile of letters was very eye-catching.

Sorry, sir, you just used the table, so you haven't had time to clear it yet. Merkel said with great insight: He has not made any arrangements for this, so you can take a look here at will. I have other things to prepare. , be back soon.

Please.

Merkel left quickly. After he left, Alberto walked behind Schiller's desk and stared at the pile of reply letters on the desk. He quickly found some familiar names among them, most of them titled Twelve family surnames.

Alberto took out all the letters with such surnames and found that their arrival times were basically similar, but this was understandable. After all, the manors of gang leaders were mostly concentrated in the North District, and the time from departure to here was about the same.

According to the rules of Gotham banquets, there are very few VIPs who require one-to-one reception by the host. Most guests arrive in a group, and the host of the banquet comes out to say a few words, and then goes back to wait for the next wave.

In this way, it is necessary for people in the same circle to come together, because it is easier to find your place. If you bump into people from other circles, you can easily be ignored.

The hand holding the edge of the letter paused, and a dangerous thought appeared in Alberto's mind. The next second he thought that it was precisely for this reason that Schiller asked him to come here.

Alberto quickly walked to the phone opposite the office and said to the other side: Cobot, let the following convoy arrive 20 minutes early.

Cobot's slightly confused voice came from the other end of the phone, But we have already written in the reply letter...

I have already said hello to the professor in advance.

Okay, Your Majesty, your wife will meet you shortly.

Alberto sighed, his fingertips felt cold and his chest felt hot.

Lex stood in the corridor not far from the reception room. The distance was not enough for him to hear what was said in the room, but Merkel's departure made him understand that something outside Schiller's plan had happened.

Lex made a bold decision. He walked directly towards the reception room, stood by the door and knocked.

From the ten seconds between responses, it can be seen that the people in the room were surprised by the knock on the door.

Please come in. Schiller said solemnly.

The door opened and Lex walked in. Now he could really see the surprise on Schiller's face.

But he was not surprised. Normally, he would never be here at this moment, but should stay in the previous room and wait for the banquet to start.

Lex had actually done this before, because it was a pretty safe thing to do. Even if he wanted to take risks, he would not leave the previous floor, because if he went too far, he would risk messing up his clothes and messing around in the manor without permission. Breaking in is inherently impolite.

What's more, Lex was reminded by Merkel that the reception room was being used. Even when a family with a real blood relationship was dealing with business, they couldn't be suspected of listening to someone else. Smart people would stay away.

But Lex believed that he could slightly amplify the influence of emotional factors in his decision-making. He was not one of those mentally ill people. His emotions were normal and he could use them whenever he wanted.

What's wrong? Schiller looked at him and asked.

Lex exhaled, lowered his eyes and said, It's nothing, I'm just a little nervous.

Schiller walked over, reached out and closed the door, then stood beside Lex, stroking his back with his arm and leading him forward.

Schiller didn't ask why or act like it was ridiculous, he just walked Lex over and sat down and said, Does alcohol make you better?

Lex saw the whiskey in the glass on Schiller's side. He shook his head and said, I can't drink strong drinks before the banquet. Alcohol may make me do some irrational things.

So stay here for a while?

With you?

certainly.

Schiller sat down, always looking at Lex. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Merkel knocked on the door and walked in, with a look of disbelief on her face and said.

Sir, we have an unexpected visitor. She is waiting for you in the master bedroom.

Schiller frowned slightly.

Lex's ears perked up.