The flas crackled faintly as they consud the logs in the fireplace. Light cast upon the walnut floor, reflecting a red deeper than blood. Firelight danced with shadows, weaving indistinct shapes, as if performing a lively musical on the ground ahead.
From behind the walls, so noisy sounds could be heard, but it made the room seem even quieter. A black-haired man in a black robe lay on a chaise longue near the fireplace, half-closing his eyes to rest.
Another figure was using a dropper to add a potion onto a row of silver coins spread out on the table. As the liquid contacted the surface of the silver coins, they gradually changed color, emitting sparse green smoke and a faint hissing sound.
Fingers clad in gloves pushed several coins aside. He leaned down, his gray pupils scanning over the row of coins. After a while, he stood up, tilted his head, picked up two coins, wiped them clean with a towel beside him, and set them aside. The rest were collected into a brass tray.
Removing the monocle from his eye socket, he walked over and sat down on the chaise longue on the other side of the fireplace. The black-haired man was startled, he slightly opened his eyes, his blue eyes reflecting the flickering firelight, looking towards the other side.
"How is it? Doctor?" the black-haired man asked.
"I think the concentration still needs adjustnt." A silver coin was passed over.
Fingertips touched the corrosive marks on the silver coin, he said, "It looks like it needs more Moon Frost Powder to neutralize the corrosiveness, ensuring the potion's effectiveness is maximized."
"Should we make another batch to test?"
"I think we can. If nothing goes wrong, this will be the last batch. Also, although I thought of another group of players having another you, the stir they cause might impact our plan, Dr. Schiller."
"We should be grateful." Schiller, reclining in the chaise longue, crossed his fingers and placed them on his abdon, staring at the fireplace flas, "We t the one who is relatively easier to deal with under these conditions."
"Really? This is the easier one?" Another figure walked to the table, placed the flask on the stand, and started processing materials beside it.
"Yes." Schiller nodded, "Greed seems quite stable, likely because he perford well in the previous gas. He probably just picked a random instance to relax, so he wouldn't want to stir up any major trouble."
"Mr. Woodman probably wouldn't think so."
"Wood must have done sothing." Schiller's fingers gently tapped on the back of his hand, speaking in a sowhat tired voice, "I guess it's probably related to money."
"So, it's his own bad luck then?"
"I think so, but he's also lucky. Because Greed just wants money, and now that he's taken all of Wood's savings, he probably won't care too much about him anymore."
"Do you think there's anything left to squeeze out of that Raven?"
"Certainly, and he probably has already been squeezed. When I went out, I saw that bird, his expression when looking at Greed wasn't much better than when he saw . This proves he's already been exploited."
"I guess their developnt must be better than ours. You said there's a professional Doctor in his team."
"Very professional." Schiller responded, "The world's best neurosurgeon, possibly the best surgeon."
"I'm sowhat eager to et him."
"You've already t him." Schiller said, "Stephen Strange, another identity is the Supre Magician."
"It turns out to be him. An extre human supremacist."
"It sounds like you don't have a high opinion of him."
"I didn't know he was also such an outstanding surgeon. This significantly raises my estimation of him."
"Do you want to be teammates with him?"
"I frequently make friends with Mages."
"Because you can understand and guard against magic through them. But the magic from another universe is completely different from ours. The key is not the Magicians, but the Demon Gods behind them."
"Similar to Angels and Demons?"
"Even more troubleso than Angels and Demons. More like wandering, intelligent energy beings in the cosmos, so of which are powerful enough to own their dinsions, called Dinsional Lords, invincible in their own dinsions."
"Then how do we enter their dinsions?"
"They are the dinsions themselves; if they don't agree, no one can enter. And they are usually also part of the cosmic rules. As long as the cosmos exists, they cannot be completely killed."
Batman frowned and said, "And the Mages there make deals with such beings. What bargaining chips do they have?"
"Earth is special for Demon Gods. And through the efforts of many Supre Magicians, they have ways to protect Earth. Demon Gods must make contracts with them to allow their representatives to operate on Earth."
"Sounds very dangerous."
"It's indeed not safe. The Mages of that universe spend most of their energy on protecting Earth."
"That's indeed admirable."
"Yes, most universes indeed are. But don't admire the universe where Greed resides."
"Why?"
"Because their way of contracting has beco too modernized."
Batman turned and looked back at Schiller saying, "Modernized?"
"Not contracts, but agreents. Not equivalent exchange, but mbership clubs, trusts, and futures."
Batman paused in his action and said, "That does sound quite modernized. Has it made humans more advantaged?"
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