In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 923: Schiller’s Garden (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

After gradually entering the winter, the rain in Gotham has not diminished. When the pattering rain slides down the eaves) and falls in the garden, the leaves of the delicate garden plants are knocked down, and the soft branches Bending down, clinging to the ground, let out a helpless wail.

Merkel put on a raincoat and went out with an umbrella. Schiller, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, looked up and asked him, "What's the matter? Where are you going?"

"Sir, the rain is too fast tonight. I'm afraid the newly transplanted plants in the garden can't stand it. I'm going to set up the canopy so that they won't be able to survive this winter."

Schiller shook his head, and said helplessly, "Even if they don't get rained, they won't survive this winter, and I'm afraid they won't survive this night at all..."

"Merkel. I told you a long time ago that Gotham is not a city where you can display your gardening skills. Those delicate European seedlings are only suitable for growing in the gardens of European nobles. Gotham? Here will only It is their grave."

Merkel sighed softly and said: "A month ago, when there was some sunshine, they grew well, but I didn't expect that the dark clouds have not left the city in the past week."

"Even if there is no way to survive all of them, at least we must keep the few remaining plants, after all. How can there be no flowers in the garden of the manor?"

Schiller shook his head helplessly, but said nothing, Merkel took the umbrella and went out.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the living room, Schiller could see that as soon as he went out, the strong wind broke the umbrella ribs, and the force of the wind blowing the umbrella brought Merkel into the tree behind. A tree root tripped him up.

When she stood up again, Merkel threw the broken umbrella aside as if in a fit of anger, put on her raincoat hat, and walked back. Schiller smiled and said, "You said it was Why bother, can't it be fixed tomorrow morning? Tonight is a typhoon day..."

After speaking, he closed the book, walked to the door, and glanced at the garden behind.

The situation there is indeed not optimistic. Not only the newly transplanted plants, but also the many Rosaceae plants left by the previous owner of the manor, as well as the dense shrubs, are not growing very well. At this time, under the typhoon Shaking in the midst of the whistling.

Schiller turned around and went back, went to the cloakroom next to the stairs, took out two umbrellas, and handed one of them to Merkel. Merkel took the umbrella and looked at him with some doubts. Schiller shrugged. Take a shoulder and say:

"We have to save the plants. Looking at the weather, the gardeners in Gotham must be very busy tomorrow. You can't expect the rich ladies in the manor area to go and rescue their gardens on such a rainy night."

Schiller put on his raincoat, took his umbrella, and came to the garden. The cold wind blew his raincoat and rattled, but the umbrella was so strong that it didn't budge despite the wind and rain.

The garden of the Rodriguez manor is relatively large in the manor area. It is said that the original owner liked gardening very much. Although Schiller did not know how an orthodox Gotham man cultivated this hobby, he did When I bought the manor, I paid an extra third of the price for this beautiful and large garden.

Schiller hardly has the habit of planting. After he got this big garden, he also wanted to plant something, but the final result can't be said to be spring flowers and autumn fruits, but boundless fallen trees. j.

However, Schiller made up a lot of cultivation knowledge before starting to cultivate, but after doing it, he found that cultivating gardening hobbies in Gotham is still a bit too extravagant. Only by survival of the fittest for several generations can they adapt to the harsh environment here.

The rain in Gotham is equal to all life. Humans will be crazy about it, animals will be vicious for it, and plants, they haven't undergone any terrible mutations yet, thank God, but also It is too much to ask for them to be beautiful.

After trying several times to transplant new plants to no avail, Schiller stopped messing with the garden, but afterward, Batcat and Pikachu damaged most of the buildings in the manor, and Schiller had to move back to the school a period of time.

The house can be repaired if it breaks down, and Schiller can even change the layout of the room that he didn't like at first to the one he wanted, and unify the decoration style by the way, but the only thing that is more regrettable is the big garden. After the building collapsed Many plants were injured, and they all died within a winter.

Schiller's manor is a very typical English manor building. After entering the entrance gate, there is a patio surrounded by three sides above the head. The hall is on the left and the reception room is on the right.

The south side of the reception room is a row of taller slender glass for lighting, while the north side is a complete curved floor-to-ceiling window glass, and then the door leading to the garden. Outside this floor-to-ceiling window glass is garden.

That is to say, as soon as the guests enter the reception room and wait, they can see the garden. When Schiller came to see the house, he was attracted by this.

Push through the heavy door, and the sunlight pours down from the patio. When entering the reception room, the slightly taller slender glass cuts the sunlight into a slender shape. When it is projected into the room, it is warm and not dazzling.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, when you turn your head, you can see the garden in full bloom.

Looking out along the floor-to-ceiling window glass, first you can see the Rosaceae plants climbing on the flower stand, followed by the high and low reeds and half of the pond, followed by the winding path of the hedge, the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, and the farthest The white flower pavilion at the place.

This floor-to-ceiling window glass is like a picture frame, framing the most beautiful scene in the entire manor garden.

But after the garden was destroyed, the trellises used for the climbing plants collapsed, and the lower climbing plants survived, but the roses that had grown for many years were almost wiped out, and the bricks built around the pond were destroyed. If it is broken, the reed is also crumbling.

The trail flower pavilions and big trees in the distance are all right, but without the background of the foreground, they look even more desolate.

When Merkel came, what he liked most was the view in the big garden. According to him, he had learned the skills of a gardener in the Butler Academy, so Schiller, who was sitting in the reception room and reading the newspaper, could often I saw him walking through the garden with flower pruning shears.

But since the big garden was destroyed, Schiller was busy staring at the children of the Vocational Education Institute and had no time to return to the manor. After Merkel called him, he purchased a batch of gardening plants from Europe. Planted in the last transplanting season.

The result is conceivable. After two seasons of devastation and the biggest rainstorm in the music scene in ten years, 80% of the transplanted plants have returned before even waiting for a round of flowering. In Mother Earth's arms, the remaining 20% ​​survived with difficulty, and their condition went from bad to worse.

Standing in the wind and rain, Schiller looked at the few flower seedlings **** with string to correct their growth, and sighed helplessly. He felt that these remaining plants might not survive tonight.

At this time, Merkel came over with the materials for the awning. Schiller took a garden shovel and two awning supports from him, walked to the other side of the garden, and shoveled the soil loose. , Bury the bracket in.

After buying all the brackets on the four sides, hang the canopy on it. After Schiller hung the canopy on the bracket, he wrapped the rope a few times. After fixing it, he went to the other side and fixed that side as well. good.

"I think we are doing useless work." Schiller said while tying up the awning: "This is just to satisfy our sympathy, and it will not do anything to these poor plants."

"What did you say?!" Merkel shouted from the other side of the garden, the wind and rain muffled their voices, so they could only talk louder, Schiller repeated as he tied the rope :

"I said! I think this is completely useless! We can't stay here every night, they will die in the rainy night sooner or later!"

"But we have to do something, don't we?!" Merkel tightened the collar of the raincoat, buttoned the hat a little tighter, squinted the eyes that were blown into the rain, and then said loudly: " Last time! When Alfred came to pick up Aisha! He shook his head and sighed at the floor-to-ceiling windows! He must have had some opinions on the Butler Academy where I was studying!"

Schiller tied a knot in the rope on his hand, pushed the knot to the support, and shouted loudly: "I think! He may have a problem with me! Because Aisha hasn't learned to call him yet My name! But I learned to call my name!"

"Oh, **** it!!!" Merkel staggered and shook her hand vigorously. Schiller glanced over there and said, "What's wrong? Are you running out of rope?"

"No, there is a wooden thorn on this **** bracket, it got stuck in my palm, I might have to bandage it!" Knife Merkel frowned, looked at her palm, bared her teeth said with a grin.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, a strong wind hit. Merkel took both hands back, without holding on to the support, a gust of wind blew past, and the canopy that had been propped up, just like the umbrella before, suddenly collapsed , fell to the ground.

Schiller let go, took a step back, and watched helplessly as the support and canopy fell on the poor flower seedlings.

Afterwards, he shook his head and said: "It seems that I am still too conservative, they may not even survive the first half of the night..."

The two returned to the manor together. Merkel took off her raincoat and went upstairs to bandage the wound, while Schiller stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the fallen awning rolled on the ground by the strong wind, like A spider monster full of destructive desires flew out of the garden and made a mess of the cobblestone path and the front lawn.

After Merkel came down, Schiller walked back to the sofa and said: "I thought that this garden could last until Aisha learned the word 'garden', but I didn't expect it to be destroyed so soon. Destroyed..."

Merkel showed a guilty expression ~IndoMTL.com~ He said: "I shouldn't think about saving those flower seedlings. Re-pave it again, and the hedge shrubs next to it seem to be a bit broken, God!"

Speaking of this, he hurried to the phone, and said, "I hope God will forgive me for calling Daddy Bigfoot so late and asking him to introduce the gardener..."

After speaking, he picked up the handset and dialed the number, listening to Merkel and his acquaintances communicate the time when the gardener and maintenance workers came to the door, Schiller walked to the French windows again, wanting to observe, the rain like a spider monster How the shed is ruining the garden.

Now, the canopy has been blown under the oak tree in the center of the garden. The thick roots of the oak tree blocked the spider legs of the bracket, weakening the momentum of its teeth and claws. It seems that the road to destruction should have stopped.

Just as Schiller was about to turn around and leave, he saw a black figure jumping from the roof of the manor onto the oak tree, and then jumping off the branch of the oak tree.

And when it landed, the cloak just hung on the erected canopy bracket, like a mosquito caught by a terrifying spider monster, or rather... a bat.

In the first second of being hung, Batman didn't even realize why he was suspended in mid-air. He has walked this road countless times, and it is almost impossible for anything to go wrong?

But soon, he realized that it was not he who had a problem, but Schiller's estate.

Looking at the manor that seemed to have been ravaged by giant monsters, the moment he met the eyes of Schiller, who was standing quietly in the floor-to-ceiling windows with a calm expression, Batman was surprised to find that he was relieved.

Not for Schiller, but for some monster that may have attacked Schiller's estate, and himself.