hotmtlnovel Chapter 3795 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" ( )
Chapter 3795 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" ( )
Chapter 3795 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part 10)
Like Lego Batman, Bruce "whooshed" onto the chandelier, but unlike Lego Batman, he wasn't small. He was still a normal-sized adult, and when he crashed headfirst into the chandelier, he knocked it down.
The large chandelier, adorned with numerous magic candles, was nearly three meters in diameter and quite heavy, with many sharp ornaments. Given the castle's exceptionally high ceilings, a drop of five or six meters would have been the perfect murder weapon.
The Batmen ran incredibly fast, disappearing in a flash. Schiller could only watch helplessly as the enormous chandelier hurtled towards him. With everyone gone and no one to shield him, he could only vanish into a cloud of gray mist to dodge.
Upon landing, he noticed several Batmen giving him strange looks. Schiller then realized that most of the Batmen were unaware of his superpowers.
Schiller didn't expect them to be able to distinguish between symbiotes and superpowers. But even among symbiotes, Gray Mist had a rather sinister appearance. What good person would turn into a cloud of gray mist?
But Schiller didn't want to explain now. The enormous chandelier crashed down onto the floor of the school hospital ward, smashing the two beds in the middle and the floorboards. Bruce lay beside it; although protected by the holy light, he wasn't physically injured, but he was clearly suffering from severe psychological trauma.
"Alright, now, those who are injured stay, and those who aren't, get out!" Schiller shooed everyone else away, including Mephisto. Although letting him leave with Batman wasn't a good idea, keeping him around would only make Bruce's mind more unstable.
"Who is it?!" Bruce was clearly having an existential crisis as he stared intently at Schiller, who was on the phone with the principal.
Schiller said to Strange on the other end of the phone, "Yeah, there are way too many Batmen here. They knocked down the chandelier and now they've damaged the floor. We need to get someone to fix it."
"I can barely restore it, but it uses magical materials, so a perfect restoration would be difficult. We'll have to hire professional workers. Have they all gone back to Kamar-Taj?"
"Okay, I'll try to fix it myself. But the ward is unavailable right now... I'll move the bed to another ward first. Hopefully, there won't be too many patients."
After hanging up the phone, Bruce kept staring at Schiller. Schiller sat down on the bed opposite him and said, "Your psychology has improved quite a bit. That wasn't me, but you'd better not mess with him. I mean, if he tries to mess with you, you'd better refuse."
Bruce breathed a huge sigh of relief and said, "I was right! I knew it! That guy actually looked like a normal person, which gave me quite a fright. I thought I'd seen a ghost in broad daylight..."
Schiller rolled his eyes dramatically, and as he walked towards the door of the ward, he turned back and gestured near his eyes, making a "you're really blind" sign.
The Batmen left with Mephisto. The other Batmen tried to strike up a conversation with Mephisto to gather information, but the main universe Batman walked away without looking back. The Arkham Batman followed behind him. Some people found the main universe Batman's attitude strange, and after careful consideration, they didn't dare approach Mephisto and went back to class.
They quickly finished their morning classes and went to the cafeteria for lunch. While eating, the Arkham Batman asked the main universe Batman, "Why did you leave the school hospital so quickly? Didn't you want to talk to that Dr. Schiller from another universe more?"
“That’s not Schiller,” said the main universe Batman.
Arkham Batman frowned slightly, paused in his fork-holding motion, and then said, "But he knows Dr. Schiller from the school hospital, so it shouldn't be someone impersonating him, right?"
"How do you know it won't?" the main universe Batman said, taking a spoonful of clam chowder into his mouth.
"Then why would Dr. Schiller allow an imposter to exist?"
"Perhaps it's out of admiration for his courage, or perhaps it's because he couldn't stop it. Either way, it proves that this person is very dangerous. It's best to avoid contact for now."
“But what about Night Owl…” Arkham Batman said with some concern, “the two of them seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation when they came out of the school hospital. I’m worried they might have gotten some information.”
“Then let them scout ahead first,” said the main universe Batman. “Bruce’s reaction also says something. He’s the Batman who knows Schiller best in the multiverse, and his strong reaction isn’t really a mental breakdown.”
When Bruce Wayne is mentioned, Arkham Batman gets grumpy. He says, "He better not be. If he dares to mess with me again, I'll break his ribs."
Just then, a few people walked in through the restaurant's front door. It was Night Owl, Mephisto, and Batman Injustice. They stood there for a while, seemingly choosing seats. But because they had arrived rather late, there weren't many good seats left.
Bruce was sitting in a seat near the back, alone in the middle of a row of empty seats. When he saw the Night Owls and their group coming in and walking towards him, he hurriedly picked up his plate and fork and quickly changed seats.
Night Owl watched his movements with some displeasure. Bruce didn't even roll his eyes at him. He chose a new seat and sat down, then discovered that Mephisto wanted to sit opposite him, so he quickly moved a few seats to the side. Mephisto looked somewhat helpless.
The main universe's Batman, watching Bruce's actions, became even more certain of his guess: this person who looked exactly like Schiller was not Schiller, and was probably someone of great importance.
When the students returned to their dormitories after lunch, they saw a new notice on the bulletin board in the common room: the lunch break was canceled and used to make up for the class they missed in the morning.
No one complained, since there was only one practical class in the morning, and it was canceled due to the fight. It would be best to make it up now.
Everyone packed up and went to the classroom. Wanda was still teaching the class, but Strange was there to oversee things, worried about any unexpected situations. He sat right next to the podium, his sharp gaze sweeping over each Batman's face to make sure he could stop any one of them from causing trouble at the first sign of trouble.
Wanda wasn't as nervous as before. She gave an opening speech, then took her wand out of the box and said:
"This is a magical little stick, filled with magical energy. When you pick it up, you will feel a connection with the elements of nature. Now, everyone, pick up the wands in front of you."
The students opened the boxes in front of them, took out the wands, and held them in their hands, then calmed their minds and felt the magic as Wanda had instructed.
In reality, none of the Batmen were experiencing anything. The first thing they did upon receiving the wand was to study its structure.
"What do you think?" Arkham Batman asked, looking at the main universe Batman.
"It doesn't have any special structure; it's just a wooden stick," said the main universe Batman. "Don't be fooled by the fact that the wood looks like walnut; I'm sure it's not any kind of wood we've ever seen before. It must be some kind of magical material."
“I think so too. Although there are no testing instruments, I can feel that there is indeed some special energy in this small wooden stick. Its temperature and quality are different from ordinary wood.”
“I think they must have cultivated it on purpose,” Batman the Adventurer chimed in. “They probably used magic to influence the plant’s properties during its growth process to achieve energy affinity. That’s a huge undertaking.”
“But it’s a good method,” the main universe Batman said. “I’m sure those great sorcerers don’t use magic like this; this was created entirely to train young sorcerers. But it’s definitely much safer than having an eight-year-old contract a demon.”
"What do you think about our side..."
“I’m afraid that’s not possible right now,” the main universe Batman sighed softly. “Magical energy is far too precious for the sorcerers of our universe. They would never use magical energy obtained by trading their own organs or bones to train new recruits.”
"So the problem still lies in the contract," said the main universe Batman. "The Sorcerer Supreme doesn't allow students in the school to come into contact with demons before graduation, so we'll probably have to find another way to figure out the contract system here."
“Do you think there might be clues in the library?” said Batman the Adventurer. “When we found Night Owl in the library, they seemed to be looking for something in the restricted section. Could there be knowledge about the Covenant there?”
“I think we can go take a look,” said Arkham Batman. “Let’s go tonight.”
The main universe's Batman remained silent, simply staring at the small wooden stick in his hand. At this moment, Wanda began explaining how to use the staff:
“Once you sense the energy within the wooden stick, you must find a way to release that energy. When you can freely control magical energy, you can, of course, do whatever you want and have it happen. However, if you only use a wand, what you can do with magical energy is very limited, because a wand can only be activated by a specific spell. The first thing I will teach you is the cleansing spell used to cleanse yourself. Pick up your wands and chant after me…”
Everyone picked up their staffs, chanted the incantation along with Wanda, and waved their staffs, pointing them at the box containing the staffs. A flash of magical light, and the box in front of them was instantly cleaned.
When the little wooden stick released its magic, all the Batmen had a strange feeling, as if their souls were connected to some kind of energy, giving them an extra pair of arms, and they could even perfectly feel every detail of the magical energy touching the box and cleaning the dust off it. It was a peculiar sense beyond the five senses.
“I’m sure you’ve already felt it,” Wanda said. “In the lessons to come, I will teach you how to transform magical energy into your eyes, arms, and even wings. Traveling through the magical world is a wonderful thing, and you will love it.”
Many young students cheered and, even after class had ended, gathered in the corridor to discuss the future enthusiastically, clearly looking forward to the bright future Wanda had described.
The Batmen, however, seemed somewhat silent. They had performed admirably today, with no one failing, but a somber atmosphere hung over them, and each of them appeared lost in thought.
"Perhaps it's better if the barrier to entry for magic is a bit higher," Batman, the adventurer, put it more bluntly. "They portray magic as too simple, too beautiful. But are those demons really that easy to deal with?"
He voiced almost all of Batman's concerns. Everything in the magic school seemed like a beautiful dream, but the essence of magic is lending. How could such a transaction, which is fundamentally beyond human control and for which humans have virtually no agency, be as wonderful as the school portrays it?
These naive students, having experienced the power and convenience of magic, probably won't consider the price they'll have to pay for that power. When it comes to making a contract with a demon, won't they really pay a terrible price?
“The Sorcerer Supreme is a bit difficult,” said the main universe Batman. “Let’s start with the Professor. Professor Wanda seems to be in a good mood today; I’ll ask her to talk to me after dinner.”