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Chapter 599: Who Can Do Destruction In Schiller Manor? (1)

"alright, no more jokes. tell me, why did you bring him here? even if you didn't bring him to me, he should have had better options, like selena or alfred who would appreciate him," schiller, lying in a sickbed, looked into bruce's eyes and asked.

bruce signaled to schiller, and schiller waved merkel over. merkel walked over, drew the curtains of the hospital room, then stepped out and closed the door, ensuring no one else would pass by.

"in 'thousand cats' dream,' the owl cat from the dream and the real-world owl cat, could there be any connection?" bruce posed an important question.

hearing this question, schiller furrowed his brow. owl cat had seemingly vanished from his life a long time ago, either torn apart by those fools on the stage or trapped in the sewers with a crappy end.

at that moment, bat cat emitted a somewhat sharp cry. schiller understood what he meant. he was asking, "is there an owl cat in the real world too?"

bruce briefly explained the court of owls to him. bat cat shook his head and said, "if, as you say, they are just a group of wealthy elites secretly controlling this city, it's different from the owl cat in my city..."

"as you saw earlier, the owl cat in gotham city holds a frightening dark energy. honestly, without your help, even with my stage, i might not have been able to completely eliminate that kind of power."

"if we can't wipe them out all at once, they'll be back soon." this bat cat displayed a much more mature personality than bruce. he wasn't afraid to acknowledge his own limitations or the practical difficulties of a situation.

but his tone remained steady, without worry or pessimism. after all, for batman, no matter how bad things got, they couldn't be worse than pretending to be the joker hiding in the sewer.

"magic owl cat, and... dark owl priest," bruce seemed to suddenly remember something as he said, "do you remember when i was tracking a person named lorena, the ghost mother?"

schiller briefly recollected, and he understood what bruce was referring to. at the time, a series of murders had occurred that seemed like a chain of copycat killings, each one worse than the last.

behind this clear line of events was a hidden thread: the dark owl cat cult had made a deal with someone named lorena, the ghost mother. she used candy to sacrifice the souls of those children, and the dark owl cat cult was involved in this dark ritual.

batman, in his investigation, had found traces of these dark rituals in wayne family history. moreover, based on their speculations at the time, schiller's umbrella might have been created by the dark owl cat cult. after all, if they were just wealthy businessmen, they wouldn't have the mystical means to create an umbrella specifically designed to handle gotham's rainwater.

as he gradually recalled these details, schiller looked at bruce and asked, "are you suspecting that the dark owl cat cult from the real world has invaded the dream?"

"correct. everything is quite strange. if it were just an innocent conflict between the cat and bird races, the inexplicable dark energy wouldn't make sense."

"the cat race, which dominates the entire world, has no mystical attributes, while the owl cat, dwelling in obscurity, wields such formidable power. it doesn't add up."

schiller also pondered and said, "looking at it this way, the entire city is problematic. even if cats dream of gotham, it shouldn't correspond one-to-one with each of you."

"even the freezing of victor's wife has been replicated. if it was truly a cat's dream, could they really understand the concept of freezing one's wife? it's bizarre."

schiller pondered for a moment. he couldn't control whether those despicable owl cats wanted to destroy the world or not. the key issue was that they had once sold him an umbrella destined to break.

moreover, the umbrella he had now might break at any moment. if he could obtain their umbrella-making technology, he could repair it himself when needed.

schiller rubbed his chin, looked at bat cat in his arms, and said, "well, i've never had a pet, but i can give it a try."

"it's just raising a cat, how hard can it be?"

when schiller uttered these words, he didn't see bruce, who had already left, wearing a complex expression on his face, clearly thinking of a certain gem enthusiast.

an hour later, schiller stood beneath the chandelier in the grand hall of his manor, gazing up at the black cat on the chandelier and said, "get down from there!"

the black cat paid no heed and swung back and forth on the chandelier, as if on a swing. when the chandelier swung to its highest point, the cat leaped out with a "whoosh," extended its sharp claws, and latched onto the oil painting hanging on the opposite wall, emitting a sharp and ear-piercing "screech."

schiller covered his ears. after bat cat had scratched open the rotten painting, he crawled into the narrow space behind the frame and found a key.

holding the key in his mouth, he returned to the chandelier. this time, he swung left and right. after swinging to the desired position, he jumped onto the railing on the second floor, then onto the door frame. he used the key to unlock the door and stood at the doorway, calling out, "thirty-five rooms... but this one has the best strategic location, i'll take it."

"merkel! throw him out!" schiller pointed to the door.

merkel, who had just walked in with luggage, looked at the chandelier with crystals strewn all over the floor, the tattered painting, and the door with deep claw marks. he swallowed and said, "no, owl cat, you can't choose that room. it's mr. wayne's designated guest room, and he says it has the best strategic location..."

bat cat let out another loud cry and began to scratch the door panel. the moment its sharp claws touched the paint surface, it made a grating noise, followed by the ear-piercing sound of scratching wood shavings.

with a swift motion, schiller disappeared. bat cat made a swift backward leap, evading schiller's attempt to grab him by the arm. in the next moment, bat cat had hopped onto the window sill, along the windowsill to the balcony, and directly from one room's balcony to another.

schiller blinked again, this time capturing bat cat. however, he held the cat in an incorrect position, and the flexible feline twisted its body to escape his grasp.

then, bat cat surveyed the room and said, "since the other me has already chosen the other room, the strategic location of this room is also good. i also like the decoration style here. i'll take this one."

he turned his head and saw schiller staring at him coldly, saying, "...this is my room."

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