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Chapter 453: The Beginning of Confrontation (1)

Chapter 453: The Beginning of Confrontation (1)

In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel sat in front of Schiller, who was buried in writing medical records. Merkel frowned and asked, "So, you mean I am in your dream now?"

"Correct. Now, can you tell me exactly what's going on?" Schiller replied.

Merkel's demeanor was quite different from his usual mature and steady appearance as a young butler serving in the Manor. He appeared calm and amiable, always talking about the weather and carrying a unique British humor. In short, when you see him, you can easily associate him with the most typical British butler.

But now, when he frowned and squinted his eyes, a sharp temperament spread from him, making it hard not to associate him with certain professions related to agents or soldiers.

"If I don't tell you, can't I leave here?" Merkel asked.

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, you can't stay here for too long. If a person stays in a dream for too long, their body's functions will be affected, just like a plant that has been asleep for years, and their muscles will atrophy."

"I mean, will you let me leave here?" Merkel asked again.

Schiller nodded and looked into Merkel's eyes, then said, "I hope you can understand one thing. I spent money and time to find a butler who can take care of the Manor for me."

"But when I was away, you rummaged through my things and ended up here. So please don't say that I imprisoned you. This is entirely your own mistake, and I am the victim."

Merkel seemed to want to say something, but Schiller interrupted him before he could speak.

"I don't care what your political stance is or what other purposes you have for doing this job. But I hired you to do your job well."

"I hope I don't have to remind you of how many things you messed up during this time."

Merkel always frowned, and Schiller saw that he was completely clueless, so he continued, "Merkel, you haven't been here for long, but during this time, you forgot to deliver food to the newsboy, ruined two newspapers while ironing, broke a button on a custom suit, almost broke a decoration on my desk, and left a deep scratch on the teak bookshelf with a handcart. These losses are more than three times your commission."

"I hope you think about why I haven't fired you yet, even though I know you're a Soviet spy and you're clumsy."

Merkel widened his eyes, and he also wanted to know why.

If, as Schiller said, he had already noticed something was wrong when Merkel got off the train, why did he still hire him? And why didn't he fire him even when his work was not going well?

It was the winter of 1988, and those familiar with history might know that the situation during the Cold War was very severe. During this time, no normal American was willing to have any relationship with the Soviet Union.

"Are you making a statement to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller sighed and covered his forehead with his hand, saying, "I guess you haven't received much training, or you're simply a self-taught spy."

"I won't even mention how you used spy tactics in front of a newsboy to handle a cigarette butt."

"I can also ignore the fact that you did nothing for a long time after coming to my Manor because you didn't dare to take risks."

"Don't be upset. I recently updated the puzzle library on the second floor of the room because someone gave me a pretty good hardcover edition of 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.'"

"If you opened the doors in order from south to north, then you should have at least finished the first two puzzles. I think that's the most impressive part. What about you?"

"Is this the second question?" Merkel asked.

"Come on, don't be so boring. It's just a casual conversation," Schiller waved the pen in his hand and lowered his head to look at his medical records. He said, "You always try to gain the upper hand with a dominant attitude at every crucial moment. It's probably because you're in a vulnerable position and lack a sense of security."

"You see, every action and expression of yours reveals a lot of information. It's not just about putting on a cold face with a show of dominance that can deal with me."

Merkel's eyes remained fixed on Schiller. In fact, he felt something strange because the Schiller in front of him seemed unusually patient.

Actually, Merkel knew that his current attitude couldn't be described as lacking a sense of security; it could even be said that he was somewhat fearful. During his time working at Schiller Manor, he had spent a lot of time with Schiller and knew what kind of person he was.

Merkel had never studied psychology, so he didn't know the professional terms for certain conditions. He could only sense that Schiller was somewhat neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and his temper was somewhat inscrutable.

He would invest a great deal of time and effort in some peculiar and useless things, such as putting a different lock on each door, then setting up hundreds of puzzles to protect the keys. He would also spend a lot of time polishing those peculiar collectibles like umbrellas, an Earth globe, a telescope, and glasses, among others.

But at the same time, he appeared very impatient with many important matters. For example, he would read the newspaper during breakfast without fail. If either breakfast or the newspaper arrived late, he wouldn't start.

He strongly resisted breaking his routine, but he would often go out in the middle of the night.

When he spoke, he was always direct and to the point, hardly considering the feelings of the listener. He would also make a big deal out of some very ordinary communication, intentionally letting people know that he had seen through the essence of their inner thoughts.

This temperament, which was very different from ordinary people, made Merkel feel that he was a bit crazy.

And now, the Schiller in front of him seemed perfectly normal, almost too normal.

When Merkel decided to put on a tough stance, he actually had no intention of leaving here alive. Based on his understanding, his mysterious employer wouldn't have the patience to listen to the usual rhetoric used in interrogations by agents.

Merkel also didn't know how long he could hold on in this kind of communication.

Originally, his expectation was that whether he could leave here alive or not, as long as he didn't reveal the secret in his heart, it would be considered a success. He never anticipated that he would still have room for negotiation.

Schiller's change of attitude had no logical basis, so Merkel could only assume that Schiller was in a good mood at the moment, which made him relax a little and try to seize more opportunities to save his life, preferably by obtaining some intelligence.

"Well, it seems like you're not interested in chatting right now. So, you can ask your first question," Schiller said.

Merkel swallowed and gradually relaxed his body, focusing his attention on his thoughts. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked, "How did you manage to do it?"

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