"I'm used to taking certain precautions with my patients to prevent them from running away. They often do flee, and I don't know why; they are always so timid. I clearly follow the standard procedures for treatment, and it feels rather good, doesn't it?"
Batman, fallen to the ground, was kneeling with his hand on the ground, coughing hard, looking extremely weak. With his hands in his suit pockets, Shiller looked down at him, not understanding, said: "You see, you guys are always like this, unable to endure even an hour of the therapy process."
"Stop lying there. You act as if I'm some kind of unprofessional violent doctor, but this was the first highly regular psychological treatment I gave you."
"I have used almost every technique I learned. So far, no one has been treated like this. If you act abused, I'll go burn your medical records, to prevent you mentioning me in your autobiography, and having me respond to you in mine."
Shiller's tone was very relaxed, which Batman hadn't heard in a long time. He remembered the last time Shiller was this relaxed when he had a party with him in his freshman year. Harvey, Gordon, and Victor were also there.
They gathered around a table, talking and laughing. Back then, Shiller was also very good at such slightly ironic cold humor, acting more like an Englishman.
These scenes kept lingering in Batman's mind, making him even more dazed. Seeing his expression, Shiller shook his head, and then walked forward, saying, "Don't count on me to help you stand. My integration process hasn't been completed yet. If you don't want to hear that madman laughing in your head at night, you better get up and walk by yourself."
Batman struggled to his feet. He looked back at the scene in the mine. The riot had been quieted down.
The two Red Devils failed. Moron was not a very shrewd opponent. Although Merkel was young, he was much more experienced. As he pulled out his daggers, he was subdued by Merkel.
Merkel walked back home with a trembling Hexagon, comforting him with his touch, and at the same time listening to the plans of Moron and his partner to assassinate Batman.
Merkel just laughed at this plan and didn't take it seriously. The mineworker slaves who had been trapped in the mine all day could hardly come up with any proper strategies.
In this world, no wise decision comes from daydreaming all the time. A closed environment only results in their little shenanigans seeming crude and clumsy. Not to mention the battle-hardened Alfred, even Merkel could easily see through them.
Seeing that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Shiller out of the mine. They walked along the mountain path up to the front gate of the Rotten Heart General's castle. Standing outside the door, Shiller turned around and asked Batman, "Why are you still following me?"
"The therapy has ended. Though I don't charge by the hour, you'd best not expect any freebies." Shiller shook his head and broke into a smile, politely and courteously like a cashier refusing an impolite customer.
Just as Shiller turned around, wanting to enter the castle gate, he heard Batman's voice from behind: "I want to stay there for a while."
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you're actually not hurt, and there's a lot of things for you to do now..." Shiller paused for a moment, then showed an enlightened expression and said,
"Oh, I almost forgot. The Rotten Heart General has provided me with a lot of help, so I should take over his duties. According to the original script, after you storm into the Demon King's castle and kill him, you would find a letter in his office."
Having said that, Shiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him and said, "This is a handwritten letter from the wife of the demon lord Beel, the queen of this country, to the Rotten Heart General."
"This Rotten Heart General, it seems, is the queen's cousin, or they have some other blood ties. This Queen Dasala mentioned in the letter that the newly appointed state preceptor had replaced her in His Majesty Beel's heart. His Majesty Beel began to distrust her."
"Of course, it also mentions here ..." Shiller pointed to the letter and continued, "This state preceptor's name is Shiller. Of course, that's not me, but one of the many Shillers you saw earlier running out from the high tower."
"According to Mrs. Dasala's information, these Shillers went to help different Demon Lords, and it was they who instigated the war in Hell. Their objective seems to have been to fight for the high tower in the middle of the battlefield."
Having said this, Shiller closed the letter, and said, "I won't read the rest of it, but this queen can't rely on her cousin anymore, because I found too many layers of fat under the Rotten Heart General's skin. This general has been in peace for too long and is afraid he can't provide any military help for his anxious cousin."
"But of course, if he can't, you can." Shiller stepped forward and stuffed the letter into Batman's arms, saying, "Next, you must pay a certain price for the most professional psychological counseling you just received."
"When I was in trouble, none of those indifferent bastards was willing to share it for me, and they must pay the price for it."
"I think, the history of the rise of that monstrous entity across the ocean, has already told you the way to stimulate the greatest potential for war in a short time…"
"Go, Batman."
After Shiller finished speaking, Batman stood still and Batman also stood still. Shiller looked at him and said, "Your mission has been given to you, you can go now."
But Batman still stood still, silent. Shiller noticed that Batman might want to say something, so he also stood still. The two stood in a stalemate for more than ten minutes.
Now, Batman was sure that the childhood memories of Shiller that he had seen in the Memory Space were indeed real. Shiller could really stand still and stare at one person for more than ten minutes. This was consistent both when he was a child and now when he was an adult.
He cleared his throat, opened his mouth, but closed it again, lowered his head, then raised it, acting like a mime.
"What did you want to say?" Shiller finally asked. He said instinctively: "There are no more clues. Was I not clear enough? Somehow knock them all down and help me return to my homeland. It is that simple."
"I didn't mean to ask that." Batman suddenly said. He was silent for another few seconds, then his gaze fell on the wounds on Shiller's shoulder, the metal ring that pierced his collarbone had not been removed, and because of Shiller's severe movements, the flesh on his shoulder neck was all blurred.
Shiller, following Batman's gaze, looked down at his collarbone, but he looked somewhat puzzled. At this moment he heard Batman's voice, which was slightly stiff.
"... How's your wound?"
Shiller was taken aback.