OBS Chapter 3800 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (5)
Chapter 3800 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (5)
Chapter 3800 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (XV)
That evening, Strange went to the school hospital. Schiller handed him a freshly brewed concealment potion, its surface emitting a faint greenish hue, and said, "Don't tell me I'm going to drink this during the actual filming; it's terribly fishy..."
"Are you stupid?" Strange looked at him and said, "You drank the potion, you became invisible, how were the cameras able to capture you?"
Schiller slapped his forehead and sat down on the sofa in the office's reception area, saying, "Forgive me, I've been a bit overwhelmed lately."
"This potion is just for show. They'll probably give you the juice later, and then have a mage cast a spell that makes you translucent, or they might just use special effects in post-production."
Schiller nodded, handed him the potion, and asked, "How are the Batmen's studies going?"
“I must admit, they are indeed geniuses. Especially in magical botany and some courses that require hands-on experience, they learn very quickly and can apply what they’ve learned to other situations.” Strange’s expression finally improved a little. He said, “Most of them also showed interest in the popular science class on magical defense networks. The plan is progressing very well.”
"What about that evil Batman? Has he been up to anything lately?"
“He’s really evil,” Strange said. “You should have taken in a student earlier who got hurt in his eye because of some medicine.”
"Was that his doing?"
"I guess so. But this kid isn't entirely innocent either; he was the one who chimed in and criticized Mercury Academy before."
"They really are vindictive."
"Alright, I've taken the potion. The illustrators still need to draw illustrations based on it. The director said they've already put the newly drawn plant and animal illustrations in the library; you can go take a look when you have time."
Strange left the school hospital with the invisibility potion. He was in a hurry and didn't notice that at the bottom of the stairs, the main universe's Batman was standing on the next floor watching him leave.
The main universe's Batman saw the fluorescent green potion in his hand.
"Why the Sorcerer Supreme?" the main universe Batman pondered. "Strange couldn't possibly not even know an invisibility spell. What was his purpose in going to the trouble of fishing in the forest to brew potions?"
With no leads yet, the main universe Batman returned to his dorm. He borrowed the encyclopedia and planned to spend the night memorizing all its contents so he wouldn't be clueless about any plants or creatures he encountered.
That evening, Schiller applied the medicine to the student again. He had nowhere else to go; there was no internet at the magic academy, so he decided to go to the library to look at the illustrated book.
It wasn't that he was interested in magical plants and animals; rather, he genuinely admired the screenwriter. The cultivation of magical plants was actually only in its early stages, only a few years old, and the variety of cultivated magical plants was limited—enough to fill a thin book. Magical animals were even more scarce; artificially cultivated ones could be counted on one hand. If you included demon gods, it might make up a few, but unfortunately, it wouldn't.
In other words, the illustrated guide was basically made up by the screenwriters, with the vast majority of it being fabricated. However, because the book was an important plot device, even the fabrications had to be logical. The entire screenwriting team spent nearly half a year creating this rather complete and interesting book out of thin air.
In the story, after the young mages entered the forest, they discovered traces left by Saffir. Wanting to know what Saffir had done in the forest, they collected the traces and then went to the library to research.
The information they needed was this illustrated guide, so the props department arranged for someone to put it on the bookshelf so they could just grab it when filming started.
Schiller went to the library and searched near the science section, but couldn't find the book. He carefully searched the surrounding bookshelves and found a trace—it seemed the book had been put on there, but then someone took it.
Schiller felt a little disappointed, but didn't think much of it. He figured the props department probably used it for close-up shots, so he picked up another book and sat in the library to kill time.
Meanwhile, Batman, perusing the illustrated guide in his dorm room, grew increasingly confused. The book, with its vivid language, beautiful writing, and exquisite illustrations, felt more like a children's book than a scientific encyclopedia.
Any science guide used for popular science should be as concise and accurate as possible. Even if some fun elements are added, it is a bonus and should not overshadow the main content.
But this encyclopedia is the complete opposite; 80% of it is for fun. This Sorcerer Supreme is like a children's literature master, preferring to spend a lot of time describing the story of magical guinea pigs fighting for territory rather than delving into the scientific aspects, taxonomic classification, and evolutionary history of these animals.
As a meticulous scientist, this book really gave Batman's head spinning. He thought he could use it to quickly learn about the biological common sense of the magical world, but he didn't gain much common sense; instead, his children's literature writing skills improved.
The main universe Batman couldn't take it anymore and threw the book aside, while the Arkham Batman sat down to read. After a while, he too couldn't concentrate, and the two sat facing each other at the desk.
"Don't you think something's wrong?" the main universe Batman said.
"Yes, I felt it. This universe is strange, everything is unprofessional, but very powerful. It looks like a makeshift operation, but it runs smoothly."
Do you think this was an accident?
“It shouldn’t be.” Batman Arkham paused for a moment, then said, “Something beyond our comprehension is happening. It may not be real, but they’re doing it very seriously, and it’s misleading us.”
“We need broader channels of understanding,” the main universe Batman said. “This universe should have a network, right?”
“Yes, but not at school.” Arkham Batman thought for a moment and said, “I don’t know if magical energy is affecting the signal, or if they’ve installed some kind of jamming device, or if they simply don’t have internet access.”
The main universe's Batman pulled out his wand and said, "Energy itself is a signal. If we can change the frequency of energy, perhaps we can use magical energy to receive the internet signal of this universe. But this requires some preparation."
"We should first get a reading device to understand the transmission and reception patterns of the energy signal, and then manufacture a converter to regulate the energy signal. Next, we need to communicate with the nearest network signal..."
The two began to discuss and analyze in depth the possibility of converting magical energy into network signals, and then they determined that it should be feasible.
After studying magic for two days, they discovered their problem: this universe no longer restricted talent, but Batman was an incurable logic freak. He needed everything to be orderly and logical, and he opposed mysticism and nihilism.
Simply put, he doesn't think about magic; he spends all his time trying to analyze it using scientific methods. The difference between him and Stark is that Stark can at least convince himself that magic is about making things happen, using it for practical purposes; while Batman is more obsessive, insisting on trying to twist the principles of magic into scientific principles.
Without further ado, the two began searching for materials to create the reading device. They certainly didn't have any in their dorm room or classroom, but the main universe Batman vaguely remembered a mirror in the school hospital office. It didn't look like an ordinary mirror; it seemed to reflect the natural elements in the air, suggesting it was some kind of magical item.
That night, two furtive figures sneaked into the school hospital. The main universe's Batman, carrying the seal of the Hippo Goddess, broke through the hospital's magical barrier and slipped into Schiller's office under the cover of darkness.
Schiller, whose sleep schedule had been somewhat disrupted lately, was able to go to bed early for once. He went to bed early and slept soundly, never imagining that his office could be burgled.
So when Schiller woke up the next morning to find that the two mirrors in the porch were gone, he really thought they were haunted.
He stood in the middle of the porch, glancing to the left and then to the right. Now all that remained were two bare walls, the screw holes that held the mirror in place, but the mirror and screws were gone.
"Am I hallucinating?" Schiller turned around, looked around, and said, "There should be two mirrors here, right? Where are they?"
Schiller was wondering what was going on when he heard more noise coming from the ward. He didn't have time to pay attention to the mirror and rushed out of his office, only to find another group of Batmen had entered the school hospital.
"They started fighting during breakfast," Lucifer said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "This time, Neptune Academy started it. You probably don't want to know the details, so let's bandage them up first."
Schiller sighed resignedly. After all, it was he who had brought so many Batmen into the school.
As soon as he walked in, he was stunned when he saw the figure lying on the hospital bed—it was Arkham Batman!
“You…” Schiller was completely baffled.
You know, the last time he fought a group of three, Arkham Batman took on three opponents single-handedly, and all three were injured, but he was completely unharmed. How did he get injured?
"Who did you fight with?" Schiller couldn't help but ask. "You didn't beat up Stephen, did you?!"
Batman Arkham coughed twice and said, "Even the best of men can make mistakes."
“You really messed up badly,” Schiller couldn’t help but remark, then he stepped forward to check on Arkham Batman. It wasn’t anything serious; he’d just been pricked in the arm by a wand. The wound wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding. Schiller could only bandage it.
"Who exactly used the wand as a dart?" Schiller asked.
He turned his head and met the "who else could it be?" look of Arkham Batman. Schiller immediately pictured Bruce's smug smile, so he wisely kept quiet.
A glint flashed in Arkham Batman's eyes as he watched Schiller meticulously bandage him. He had deliberately created an opening for Bruce during the morning's brawl, allowing Bruce's thrown wand to strike his arm and draw blood.
This would give him a legitimate excuse to enter the school hospital and use his injuries to stall Schiller, preventing him from investigating the case of the two missing mirrors in the office. In the meantime, the main universe's Batman should have already cleaned up the mess.
“Isn’t it strange?” Schiller said while bandaging his wound, “When I got up this morning, I found that the two mirrors on my office porch were missing.”
“It’s quite strange,” Arkham Batman said. “But since it’s a magical item, it’s normal for it to malfunction. Are you planning to go look for it?”
Schiller thought for a moment. He had a lot on his plate lately. Besides Batman's frequent visits to the school hospital, he also had to memorize his script. He really didn't have time to care about the two mirrors.
“Forget it, I don’t have time,” Schiller said. “Let’s just pretend they grew legs and ran away.”