The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the manor, the afternoon sun shone on the carpet through the windows, the fine fluff on the carpet was clearly visible, and the leather shoes stepped on the edge of the carpet. Merkel, who was wearing a shirt, leaned forward, crossed the table, and picked it up from the shelf. Take the globe down.

The globe has not been used for a long time, and a layer of floating dust has fallen on the surface. Merkel took out a rag and wiped the surface of the globe gently. At this moment, he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he found Schiller walking in. .

Good afternoon, sir... Oh, what's that? Merkel greeted normally at first, and then he looked at the thing in Schiller's hand with some doubts.

Yesterday, Victor and I went to an antique store in the West End and found something interesting. Schiller shook the thing in his hand, making a crackling sound.

It was a wooden frame with many small wooden beads. When Schiller picked it up and shook it, Merkel saw the whole thing. He said: This is... an abacus? Why are you interested in this?

The abacus, an ancient calculation tool, I love it more than the calculator. It also makes a sound. The sound of the abacus beads colliding is much more pleasant than the electronic synthesis sound of the calculator.

As Schiller spoke, he sat behind the desk with an abacus in his hand. He squinted his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. Merkel took a step to the side and stepped aside slightly to ensure that he would not block Schiller's view.

But Schiller just glanced at the watch casually, and then began to fiddle with the wooden abacus with his head down.

It can be seen that this abacus should be an antique, but fortunately, the wood with pulp will make it feel smoother. Schiller supported his head with one hand and kept moving the abacus beads with the other.

Merkel watched for a while, and found that Schiller was not randomly moving the abacus beads. He seemed to be using the abacus to calculate these things. Not only did his hands keep moving, but he also muttered words.

Merkel found that her employer was getting weirder and weirder, and the changes in work, rest and living habits did not matter. Before, he loved this globe like a treasure, but someday, the globe was thrown aside. On the contrary, the cane, which has not been very popular before, has been used frequently, and the paint on the top has been worn off.

Today, I don’t know where I got an abacus, and it seems that I really learned abacus, and I plan to use this rather ancient calculation method to calculate certain things.

Sir, if the thing you want to calculate is more important, I can help you get the calculator. I am not questioning your abacus calculation ability, but the numbers and accounts are full of mistakes. If something goes wrong, restore this part. Might take up quite a bit of your time...

It's okay, it's not something important. Schiller crackled the beads of the abacus, and said, I just practice abacus calculation first, so as to cope with the peak of accounting calculations that may come next...

Peak settlement? Merkel was a little puzzled again, but at this moment, Schiller looked up at his watch again. Just as he made this action, Merkel heard the doorbell downstairs rang.

Merkel tilted her ears in surprise, then walked quickly to the door, glanced downstairs, and said, I remember, there should be no appointment today?

Indeed, because the people who come here don't know how to make an appointment at all.

Merkel went back and put down the globe in his hand. When he came downstairs, he found a figure lazily leaning against the door. He didn't even need to get close. He knew that there would be no one else except Constantine.

Morning, Merkel, is Schiller here? Konstantin didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and walked in with his legs raised, but the butler Merkel could only follow behind him.

Mr. Constantine, you have to call to make an appointment first, so that I can know whether Mr. Schiller is available today. If you don't make an appointment, Mr. Schiller happens to be busy. Isn't it a waste of time?

Come on! Constantine waved his hand and said, What can he do? Eat, sleep, wipe his broken umbrella, work only 4 hours a day, and spend the remaining 20 hours shutting himself in the study to study the conspiracy ...

You'd better not say that. Merkel chased after Constantine, but Constantine really took a step, walking fast, he crossed the courtyard, stepped on the stairs, and babble a few steps , came to the study where Schiller was.

Schiller was still sitting behind the desk and fiddling with the abacus. When Constantine walked in, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but pointed to the opposite chair.

Konstantin flicked the hem of his windbreaker and sat across from the chair. Schiller gave Merkel a look. Merkel first closed the curtains, then walked to the door and closed it, and then stood in front of the table.

Constantine looked up at him, and said, Next, we're going to have some private talks...

Merkel made a please gesture, then stood still, Konstantin stared at him, clicked his lips, and said: My conversation with your boss may involve some confidentiality, don't you think you should……

Sir, you are an Englishman, you should know that the butler does not exist in this manor, at all times.

Constantine sighed helplessly, and then looked at Schiller, but Schiller didn't care at all, and was still lowering his head to fiddle with the abacus. When Constantine looked at Merkel, he only saw Merkel's standard British style. Fake laugh.

Okay, next, let's talk about my compensation. Constantine tapped his finger on the table and said.

Schiller finally stopped fiddling with the abacus. He lowered his head, opened the drawer of the desk, took out a document from it, handed it to Constantine and said, This is the account details, please take a look, is there any problem?

Constantine took the document, and when he saw the first page, he was stunned. He pointed to a line of words on it and said, The reimbursement unit...Green Lantern Corps? What does this mean?

Literally. Schiller replied without raising his head.

You mean, the one who pays my salary is actually the Green Lantern Corps?

No, I am the one who pays your salary, but I have to go to the Green Lantern Corps for reimbursement. Don't forget, I am one of the Green Lanterns. Any strategic actions I take should be paid by the Green Lantern Corps headquarters.

Constantine opened his mouth wide, and he said: You mean, you asked me to hold back the first batch of Green Lanterns, drive them to the central turntable when the second batch of Green Lanterns arrived, and make a sneak attack That adjutant Carol, these things are all your strategic plans, and then you plan to ask the Green Lantern Corps headquarters to reimburse you for the expenses incurred by this plan?

That's right, before I implemented this plan, I was already a member of the Green Lantern Corps, a legitimate Green Lantern, and the code in the ring says that the Green Lantern Corps will pay the Green Lantern Corps to maintain security in its sector. Is there any problem with all the expenses of the event?

You... Constantine was uncommonly at a loss for what to say. He thought for a long time, even the muscles on his face were working hard to assist his thinking. At the end of his thinking, he uttered a question:

Don't you think you're a little immoral?

Keep looking down. Schiller was still thinking about it to himself.

Constantine withdrew his thousands of thoughts, then lowered his head again, looked at the bill, and muttered to himself while looking at it: Attendance fee...travel fee...time fee...are all calculated according to the energy of the green light ring Is it right? It doesn't seem to be a problem, the energy of 20 green light rings for the attendance fee? Acceptable...

Wait! Constantine exclaimed suddenly.

380,000 pieces of magic equipment wasted??? One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... 380,000?!

Constantine held out his hand, counted his fingers, and then looked up at Schiller and said, You just wrote it, didn't you?

Schiller also looked up at him, looking straight into his eyes, Constantine suddenly hesitated again, and asked, ...Is it?

Schiller looked at him silently, Konstantin closed his eyes, then rubbed his forehead, put down the bill, then looked at Schiller and said, I thought you would have a basic understanding of magic.

The entire earth... Oh, no, according to them, in this sector where the entire earth is located, there may not be more than 38 items that can be called magic tools.

I have said long ago that magic has a price, and there is a huge price. You can never hire a devil to help you build artifacts for free. Even the most common enchanted weapons may require selling your soul... ...

Even for those mages who have their own mage towers in the crack space, it is already very remarkable to have a real magic utensil, and a wandering mage like me doesn't have any at all.

Schiller still stared at him without saying a word. After a long time, Constantine finally lost. He said, Well, there are one or two things, but I hid them.

Schiller continued to stare at him, and Constantine sighed helplessly and said, 5 pieces, really only 5 pieces, including pots and pans for making magic paint...

Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Constantine looked at him, and finally, Constantine raised his hands and said, Okay! Okay! I have about 600 items in my stash...

However, you have to understand that my situation is quite special. I am good at making friends. Whether in heaven or hell, I have many good friends. When I heard that I moved to a new house, they were all willing to help, and some of them also did business with me. Just like you, so I can get paid to...

However, the vast majority of magicians in this world don't even have a handy weapon. No matter what, the number of 380,000 is too exaggerated!

Who are you? Schiller asked the question suddenly.

Who am I? I am Constantine, who else can I be?

No, I mean your name.

Uh, I have a name called Hell Detective, but I told you before that I'm not a Detective. The focus of Hell Detective is hell.

How's your reputation?

Constantine showed an expression of you are asking what you know, and Schiller said, That's right, it's so bad.

A newly promoted Green Lantern named Schiller Rodriguez faced the difficulty of hell in Gotham City at the beginning, but he had justice in his heart and made a series of plans to save it.

At the beginning of this plan, he emptied about half of the energy of the total lamp furnace, but he found that the energy was still not enough to turn the tide, so he could only write a blank check first and hired many capable celebrities. That includes you, Constantine.

And because of your bad reputation, it's normal for you to talk like a lion, right?

But how could they agree to such obvious extortion?

But if they don't agree, don't you have a reason to snatch it? Anyway, you are a bad person.

I... Constantine choked, and he said, I admit that I am a rotten person, but I am not that rotten. Many times, I am still very contractual. You are ruining my reputation in the industry. ,you……

I'll give you an extra 10% when things are done.

Twenty percent!

make a deal.