Chapter 1238: The Farm of Justice (Twenty)

West Coast lyrical rap is playing in the pub, with a bright rhythm and a bit of sadness, just like the street lights that light up at night in this city.

As soon as he sat down, Lucifer discovered the difference in the bar. The wooden bar here was not made of wooden boards, but a whole piece of log. Judging from the wood grain, it was quite old.

"This is the ship's wood from the Sailboat." The bartender introduced while wiping the glass: "The Sailboat Shipyard represents the former glory of the seaside city. After the big ship was decommissioned, our boss bought one of the logs. This is A plaque of the city’s history.”

Lucifer ran his fingers over the slightly rough wood grain and said with some sigh: "The history of mankind is actually not long, but you can always find a lot of memorable things in it. Obviously those things have nothing to do with modern people, and they have nothing to do with modern people. There is no guarantee for you anymore, but you are always proud of it.”

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Schiller put one hand on the bar and the other hand holding the wine glass. He quietly watched the light shining on the surface of the wine, like the light of a lighthouse falling on the sea. Suddenly he turned to look at Lucifer. Said: "It seems like you already have some ideas."

Lucifer nodded and said: "I have measured every piece of land on every continent on the earth with my footsteps, and I have seen a lot of history."

“When I was in it, I would only lament the chaos and disorder of mankind. But after everything was over, I suddenly realized that a moment in my life was already a long history for mankind. "

Lucifer raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said, "During the trip, I didn't leave any souvenirs. I collected some knickknacks and maybe I can put them in my bar. "

Lucifer opened his hand and said: "When the time comes, it will be the most historical and cultural bar on the West Coast. Although I don't know what the use of a bar with historical and cultural atmosphere is, but it should still be pretty cool."

Schiller smiled and said: "This will satisfy your desire very well. Then, every day you will be surrounded by the two questions of 'what is this' and 'what is that', and you will have to worry about it." Explain to everyone that it’s not a fake and that you’re not crazy.”

"I don't care about that. As you said, the thing I can't stand is boredom. I will leave heaven resolutely, mainly because the life there is really boring." Lucifer shook his head, he was already about to leave heaven. He had finished a glass of wine, so he looked a little drunk.

"Many people think that I hate God and my father, but if you really say it, the emotion hovering in my heart is not hatred, but a complaint." Lucifer said with one hand on his face.

"He made everyone call me the first light, but if he really valued this light so much, why did he create so many lights later? If there was only light, then forget it, I can still tolerate Michael, after all, if Without them, heaven would be more boring.”

"But why did God create humans? Create this kind of temporary chaos, what is called ephemera? After humans appeared, He ordered us to do good to humans and be the light that shines on them. Of course I don't want to."

"Did you ask him why he created humans?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer closed his eyes gently, and after a few seconds he spoke: "Of course, he answered me, hoping that I would no longer be lonely."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and his long eyelashes looked radiant under the light above the bar.

"Are you lonely?" Schiller asked again.

"I don't know, I don't even know what loneliness is." Lucifer turned his head and looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I am the first light of the world. For a long time, I was the only one who existed in the world. I was born Even so, how can you be lonely?"

“So is God lonely?”

Lucifer was silent.

After a while, Lucifer asked: "Don't you hate Batman?"

Lucifer turned his head back, took another glass of wine handed over by the bartender, took a sip and said: "As you said, everyone who has a relationship with him and has a little bit of contact with him will be arranged by a ruthless fate. , become his stepping stone, including me, including all the lights in this world, and even God.”

"If he needs it, we will sacrifice our lives. No matter how powerful the power or high status is, it will all turn into ashes overnight and cease to exist. He is the real God of Destruction, the eternal Satan. ”

"You were forced to be involved in his fate. You taught him so carefully, but the final result was still bloodshed and injuries. Are you really not going to complain?"

Schiller was silent for a while and then said: "You are God's creation. You cannot escape from His control since you were born. And because of His powerful power, you feel that everything can only be arranged by Him and you will never be free." "What you are complaining about is not that he doesn't love you, but that you can't choose."

"But Batman can't choose either." Schiller shook his head and said, "We will have a tragedy because of him, but the tragedy that falls on him will be deeper and more lasting than anyone else."

"Whether he pollutes or binds anyone is out of his control, he has no choice, and he doesn't even know about it."

"Then you're going to take revenge on him for this?" Lucifer showed a nasty smile and said, "Since those who don't know are not guilty, why did you torture him for four whole years?"

Schiller glanced at him, smiled and said, "So you are waiting for me here. Is it possible that you still want to defeat me in logical debate?"

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"I don't." Lucifer shrugged and said, "You want to persuade me to reconcile with God and my brothers, so you want to tell me that those who don't know are not guilty. Many people have no right to choose. I want to be considerate of them, but Why don't you understand Batman?"

Schiller blinked, and when his eyelashes crossed, the light spots were like the shadows of city lights on the lake.

"Do you know how Bruce's grades are?" Schiller asked.

"Too bad." Lucifer replied without thinking. He didn't even need to use his omniscience to look at the timeline. He hadn't been in Gotham long enough to know that Bruce Wayne almost couldn't graduate.

"What do you think of his learning attitude?" Schiller asked again.

This time Lucifer thought for a moment and said: "According to his intelligence, if he studied hard, how could his grades be so poor? He must not be interested at all and his learning attitude is very bad."

"But you know what? He comes to every class I have. Although he sometimes comes late and leaves early, he never misses a class."

Lucifer felt a little curious, so he asked: "He arrived on time for every class. Why? He didn't want to study hard, so why did he go to every class? Or maybe he went to every class, why? Can you still learn like that?”

"Oh, I understand, he must be afraid that you will be angry, right?" Lucifer said suddenly, "You must have put too much pressure on him to make him dare not not go."

"He goes to every class and can still learn like that. Doesn't it make me even more angry?" Schiller asked back: "A student who doesn't come to class is his own problem. If he comes to class, he can still learn well." That's my problem...and he knows it."

"Then why is he still here? Why doesn't he go do something else and make you less angry..."

"He comes to class, but he doesn't study. So do you know what he is doing in class?" Schiller asked.

"what?"

"sleep."

Lucifer was speechless, Schiller straightened up slightly, drank the last sip of wine in the glass, and said: "You may be thinking, when did I become generous enough to allow a student with neither grades nor attitude? Openly sleeping in my class?"

Lucifer looked at him with a look that said, "You're right, that's exactly what I wanted to ask."

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, I am not that generous. Every environment in society has its own meaning. If you want to live in society, you must do things consistent with the environment."

"The bedroom is for resting and sleeping, and the classroom is for listening to lectures and studying. If ordinary people reverse the two, rest and studying will end up in a mess. Even if you are trying to prevent this from happening, I will not allow students to sleep in my class."

"The other thing is, I don't want to prove that I have more status than the students, but at least I have more knowledge than they do. When I want to share this knowledge with them, they can refuse directly, that is, not come to class. , but since you are here and want to accept this knowledge, you must maintain the most basic respect for me.”

"Respecting teachers is a prerequisite for receiving knowledge, because if you don't respect a person, it's impossible to remember what he says. Teachers can't gain respect, and you can't gain knowledge, so why hurt each other?"

"In that case, why did you allow Bruce to sleep in your class?"

"Because of Bruce's mental illness, he can only sleep when he feels safe. Otherwise, even if he lies in the bedroom all night, he will not be able to get real rest."

Lucifer turned to look at Schiller. He was about to ask "How did you know", but then he fell silent as if he was choked.

Schiller's profile, under the light of the bar, has undulating contours, like a winding mountain range.

"When a teacher teaches students the philosophy of life, he is re-opening the scars caused by certain sufferings and showing them to them, not only telling them to empathize with them, but also telling them that they will be understood."

In the past, Lucifer always felt that Schiller's tone was too calm, but this time, he heard a rare trace of calmness and gentleness in it.

So he turned his head back, placed the wine glass heavily on the table, and said: "Maybe... the same is true for father."

The golden halo reflected on the surface of the cup when the light shines on it is like the setting sun shining on the blackboard through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lecture theater in the evening.

Through the hazy light, Lucifer saw that the hand holding the chalk in front of the blackboard paused.

When the teacher turned back, his gaze crossed the stairs and desks, as if he had climbed over mountains after mountains, and landed on a figure in the last row of the classroom.

The young man lying on the table looked exhausted, but his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.

The rise and fall of his chest gradually became gentle, like a baby snoring slightly in the cradle, sleeping soundly.