The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The capital you own creates a class gap between you and the people you sympathize with, and brings you greater power than them. You want to use these powers to take responsibility and create a happy life for them.

But in fact, the happy life of the people is neither created by capitalists, nor does it need capitalists to create it.

Capitalists don't create anything, they just exploit and suck blood layer by layer in the process of creating a happy life from the people.

You think that you have such great power, but you don't abuse it, but do your best to benefit the people, but in fact, the power you have gained is precisely based on your exploitation of the people.

That's why there are no benevolent capitalists in this world. The wealth they use to spread their benevolence is drawn from the blood vessels of the proletariat, including you, Batman.

The huge wealth you have, the high-tech equipment, all the investment you use to save the people, actually comes from the people.

Schiller stepped across from Batman, and when the gray and blue eyes met, it was like waves hitting the high wall of a dam.

Schiller looked at Batman and said, I told you at the beginning, you have to invest all your wealth to save all mankind and help them achieve ultimate happiness.

You made this difficult decision, and you feel great and dedicated because of it.

But in fact, you are not great, and this is not a dedication. The things you have given are what the people deserve.

Just like now, you led the demons to seize the mine and overthrew the rule of General Rotten Heart. You became the new owner of the mine. Therefore, you have more power, but this should not only belong to you, but to you. Every demon who labored and shed blood in the process.

Schiller tilted his head, stared into Batman's eyes and said, Your eyes tell me that you are not convinced.

You are thinking that without you, they will never wake up. You are thinking that you also bleed and fight on the battlefield, and even achieved more results than them.

Indeed, you acted as a guide, so naturally you should be rewarded, but this kind of reward is really so much, do you want to occupy the fruits of everyone else's labor?

Schiller moved a little closer, looked into Batman's blue eyes and said:

I think, for my conclusion, your mind should be filled with all kinds of negative emotions.

So, answer me, Batman, does this negative sentiment come from your greed for capital, or your arrogance to the people?

Let go of me! Batman growled, his lips raised very rarely, baring his teeth like a beast in self-defense, and he repeated: Let go of me, clown! Or you die deal!

Schiller took two steps back, gave a really big smile, and said, Did you see it? Feel it?

The veins on Batman's forehead popped up, his arm muscles swelled, and the links of the iron chain were torn loose by him, but in the next second, he suddenly froze there.

He kept panting, as if he had exhausted a lot of physical strength, and then he finally calmed down, and said in a daze, ...why?

What do you want to ask? Schiller asked again very patiently.

Batman didn't speak anymore, he hung on the stone pillar silently, like a piece of bacon that has been kept in the corner of the butcher shop for the longest time, but is the most reckless.

I think you've found the answer. Schiller's tone suddenly softened, like a real teacher, and he said, You should already understand why we don't want to talk to you about this topic.

It's not because you are a capitalist now, but because, from the beginning to the end, you were unwilling to become a proletarian.

You are afraid of this identity. Shiller commented, he said: Maybe, it is not because of your greed for capital, nor because of your arrogance to the people, but still because of the psychological trauma that made you Frightened by the 'powerlessness to change'.

You don't want to face the death of your parents, but you can't do anything. This kind of tragedy happens again, and you don't want to feel powerless again when facing this kind of thing.

You feel that the proletariat is powerless, with no knowledge, no wealth, no weapons, and nothing. The more you understand the cruelty of reality, the more you feel that they cannot resist...you are afraid of this situation.

Batman lowered his head, he remained silent, but Schiller said: The sense of powerlessness often comes from low or weakened internal drive, and the growth of internal drive requires a sense of security.

Schiller sighed and said, Actually, I don't want to say this. It sounds too old-fashioned, but this sentence is really suitable for your situation.

Money, technology, and equipment cannot bring you a real sense of security. Capital cannot be your only hope, and capital cannot be anyone's only hope.

You need care, understanding and trust. Someone has to love you, and you have to love people.

Batman closed his eyes, he remained silent, Schiller didn't intend to force him to speak, he turned his head to the demon standing at the entrance of the cave, the demon stepped forward and untied the chain, Schiller shrugged explain:

I'm used to taking some fixed measures on my patients to prevent them from escaping. They often run away. I don't know why. They are always so timid. I obviously follow the regular process of treatment and feel good. ,Right?

The Batman who landed half-kneeled on the ground, coughed twice, and looked very weak. Schiller put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, looked down at him, and said with some puzzlement: Look, you always In this way, the treatment process of less than an hour cannot last.

Stop lying there, it's like you're saying, I'm an unprofessional violent doctor, but this is the first very formal psychotherapy I've given you.

I have used almost all the techniques I have learned. So far, no one has treated you like this. If you act like you have been abused, I will burn your medical records when you go back, so as to prevent you from being treated like this in the future. You mention me in your autobiography, and I have to respond to you in mine.

Schiller's tone was very relaxed. Batman hadn't heard such a tone for a long time. He remembered that the last time Schiller was so relaxed was when he had a party with Schiller during his freshman year. Viktor, Gordon and Victor.

They gathered around a table together, laughing and laughing, Schiller was also good at this kind of ironic dry humor at that time, acting more like a British person.

These scenes kept lingering in Batman's mind, making him even more dazed. Seeing his expression, Schiller shook his head, then turned and walked forward. He said, Don't expect me to help you, my fusion The process is not complete, if you don't want to hear that madman laughing in your head in the middle of the night, you'd better get up and go.

Batman stood up unsteadily, he looked back at the scene in the mine, the commotion had been quelled.

The two red devils failed. Moran was not a very shrewd opponent. Although Merkel was young, he was much more experienced than him. The moment he drew out his dagger, he was subdued by Merkel.

Merkel walked back with the trembling hexagon, stroking it and comforting him with his tentacles, and at the same time, listening to him tell about the plan to assassinate Batman concocted by Moran and his companions.

Merkel just laughed at this plan and didn't take it to heart. It was actually difficult for these miner slaves who were trapped in the mine all day long to formulate any decent strategy.

In this world, there is no wise decision that comes from daydreaming all day long. The closed environment dooms some of their little tricks to appear clumsy and lame, not to mention Alfred, who has experienced many battles, and even Merck Well, it can be easily dismantled.

Finding that Hexagon was fine, Batman followed Schiller all the way, left the mine, they walked up the road halfway up the mountain, and returned to the gate of General Rotten Heart's castle, standing outside the gate, Schiller turned and looked at Batman Said: What are you doing with me?

Psychotherapy is over. Although I am not billing by the hour, you'd better not expect any free gifts. Schiller shook his head, showing a smile, polite and polite like a cashier who refuses rude customers .

Just as Schiller turned around and was about to approach the gate of the castle, he heard Batman's voice behind him: I want to go in and stay for a while.

Don't play dumb with me, I know you are not injured, there are still many things waiting for you to do... Schiller paused, then showed a suddenly realized expression, and said:

Oh, I almost forgot, General Rotten Heart has provided me with a lot of help, so I should also take over his duties. According to the original script, when you rush into the castle of the Demon King and kill him, you will In his office, find a letter.

After finishing speaking, Schiller took a piece of paper from the demon next to him, and said, This is a letter written by the wife of the demon lord Belial, the queen of this country, to General Corrupt Heart.

This rotten general seems to be the queen's cousin, or they have some other blood relationship. The queen named Mrs. Das stated in the letter that the newly appointed national advisor has replaced her in His Majesty Belial's heart. His Majesty Belial has begun to distrust her.

Of course, there is something mentioned here... Schiller pointed to the letter and said: The name of this national teacher is Schiller. Of course, it is not me, but the one you saw before running from the tower. One of many Schillers going out.

According to Mrs. Darth's information, these Schillers went to different demon lords and assisted them. It was they who provoked the war in hell, and the purpose seemed to be to compete for the high tower in the center of the battlefield.

Speaking of which, Schiller closed the letter, and he said: I won't read the rest, but the queen really can't count on his cousin, because I found too much under the skin of the corrupt general. The fat layer, this general has been at ease for too long, and I am afraid that he will not be able to provide any military help for his anxious cousin.

Of course, he can't, you can. Schiller stepped forward, stuffed the letter into Batman's arms, and said, Next, you must provide the most professional psychological counseling in the world that you just received. , pay a certain reward.”

When I was in trouble, none of those indifferent guys were willing to stand up and share for me, and they had to pay the price for it.

I think, the history of the rise of that behemoth on the other side of the ocean has already told you the way to stimulate the greatest war potential in a short period of time...

Go ahead, Batman.

After Schiller finished speaking, he stared at Batman. Batman stood still, so Schiller looked at him and said, The mission has been read, you can go.

But Batman still stood there silently, and Schiller sensed that Batman might want to say something, so he also stood there without moving, and the two remained in a stalemate for more than ten minutes.

Now Batman is sure that the memories of Schiller's childhood that he saw in the memory space should be true. Schiller can really stand still and stare at a person for more than ten minutes, from childhood to adulthood, exactly the same.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth, closed it again, lowered his head and raised it again, like a puppet performing a mime.

What do you want to say? Schiller asked, and he said instinctively: There are no more clues, isn't what I said clear enough? Find a way to beat them all down and let me return to my hometown, it's that simple .”

I didn't mean to ask this. Batman said suddenly, he was silent for dozens of seconds, and then his eyes fell on the wound on Schiller's shoulder. The metal ring that went through the collarbone was still not removed, and because Schiller's strenuous exercise, his shoulders and neck are already bloody.

Schiller followed Batman's line of sight and looked down at his collarbone, but he was a little dazed. At this time, he heard Batman's slightly stiff tone:

...Is your wound okay?

Schiller froze in place.

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