Chapter 3402 The Son of Midnight (1)
Schiller walked into the spacious and bright ward and lay on the bed. Harley, covered in a quilt, was bored trying to spit the cherry pit in her mouth accurately into the trash can next to her.
"How is it, ma'am?" Schiller walked over and said with a smile, "Your attending doctor told me that the delivery was going well. How do you feel now?"
"It's not bad." Harley bulged her cheeks and said, "It's just that the hospital is a little bored. Jack hasn't let me discharge me, so I have to observe for another week. I'm really about to suffocate."
"It's good to watch for a while," Schiller persuaded. He walked to the hospital bed and sat down, poured Harley a glass of water, and said, "Have you thought of the child's name?"
"Thomas and Henry." Halle shrugged, "Is it terrible?"
"I thought it would be Thomas and John," Schiller said. "It's actually pretty good. Such a name is not easy to make mistakes. Is this Jack's idea?"
"That's right." Harley nodded and said, "He actually wants to call his eldest son David, but I think Thomas is better. It's very rustic anyway, so why not choose a more common one."
Schiller and Halle chatted for a while, then saw the Pale Knight coming over with a stack of report sheets. He stood up and gave up his position to the Pale Knight. The Pale Knight nodded to him.
"The child is in a good condition, but..."
As soon as the child was mentioned, Harley became nervous. She kept stretching her neck to see the report sheet in the hand of Pale Knight. Pale Knight helped her adjust the hospital bed and let her lie down, and then said: "The good news is that there is no physical problem, and the bad news is that we may have to raise two superpowers."
Harley was obviously confused, and she said, "Superpowered people? How could they be superpowered people? Aren't we both ordinary people?"
"The toxins you inhaled during pregnancy caused the children's genes to mutations. Fortunately, it was not the bad direction. The muscle strength of the two children is about three times stronger than that of ordinary people, and their heart and lung function is twice that of normal people."
"Wow, we're going to raise two strongmen in the future?"
"I'm afraid this is the case. It's not clear how well they control their muscles. If they are not good enough, we may need to provide them with additional training."
"We? Are we really OK?"
"I think it's okay." Pale Knight gently stroked Harley's long hair and said, "We will face it together no matter what the future holds."
Schiller and Pale Knight walked out of the ward together. Pale Knight stood in front of the ward and said, "Fortunately, Harley gave birth here. I don't think there could be a doctor in our hospital where he could get up and continue working immediately after being kicked over by a newborn who had just been born less than ten seconds ago."
Schiller smiled and said, "This is also a rare situation here, but the doctors here are indeed more experienced."
As the two walked downstairs, Schiller said, "I heard that Harley had done side cuts. To ensure good recovery, you'd better stay for a while."
"Of course." Pale Knight nodded and said, "Although Harley had a lot of exercise during pregnancy, the twins were too big to give birth completely. She was so hard."
"Then let's spend more time with her. There is nothing to do here. Mr. Mayor. When she recovers almost, you are welcome to the farm to play."
The Pale Knight finally laughed, and he said, "I will. Are you ready for a crazy mother and two strongman children?"
“My farm is for this.”
After parting with the Pale Knight, Schiller drove back to the farm from Los Angeles. As soon as he returned, he heard the chattering in the room. Schiller walked to the door and held the door handle, and vaguely heard inside that it seemed to be discussing the copy of the Fighting World.
Schiller pushed the door and the few stood up. Dick said, "Doctor, are you back? How are the new mom?"
"It's not bad. But Mr. Napier's two children have become superpowers."
"Superpower? What type of superpower? Mutants?" Halle obviously cared about the topic, and she said, "Is it because of Quizel's genes? Can I also give birth to a superpower?"
"Then you probably have to take some poison gas." Schiller put the snacks he bought on the table and said, "Similar to Captain America's superpowers, simply put it, Hercules."
Halle sighed disappointed and said, "I thought it would be a little cooler. I have been dealing with those mutants for a lot, and I want to transplant my gene X into myself."
"Then you'd better make sure you can get omega or alpha level, and you have to have the ability you can control. It only accounts for a few percent of the total mutants."
Thinking of the topic they talked about before, Schiller asked: "Do you have the latest double book? How do you feel?"
"It's not bad, I'm quite interested in this subject." Tim said first, "I finally became a mage."
Jason next to him curled his lips and said, "The magic in that world is different from the real world. There are a lot of things to learn. I can't see it at all..."
"Did you choose the magic theme?" Schiller asked.
"No, we chose the school. The result was a medieval magic school. Both of us became apprentices in the Mage Tower, and we memorized those difficult spell compositions and runes every day..."
Schiller became increasingly sure of his guess, and it seemed that all free two-person dungeons were in the same big map.
"You have finished the mission?"
Tim nodded while going to disassemble the snacks and said, "Yes, our task is quite simple. It is to study in class, and then independently solve the cases sent by the royal family when the teacher is away. We did a good job."
"What about you?" Schiller asked looking at Halle.
"Me? We didn't go so well." Halle sighed, lowered her hands and threw herself into the sofa, and said, "We thought that Xiaopa had an advantage in plant science, so she chose a natural science label and threw it on a French tower where birds do not shit to study natural magic."
"Did you understand the research?"
"The plants in the game world are completely different from the real world. Xiaopa's knowledge is not useful. However, I secretly sold the cultivated plants to the witches who wanted to refine medicine, making a lot of money. The mission was barely completed."
"What is your mission?"
"We are talking about this." Tim said, "It's strange that the royal case we are going to investigate is that a nobleman was poisoned by the potion. We want to trace the source of the herbs, and as we checked, we found their herbs greenhouse..."
"So too," Dick said, "Raw's identity in the game world is a witch. At that time, he was wrongly accused of creating toxic agents and was imprisoned, so I had to rescue her."
"It turns out you're also in line," Schiller said. "We're also in the acquaintances. Everyone is connected by various clues, and the world setting is similar to yours."
Tim's eyes immediately lit up. He looked at Harley and said, "Look at what I said, I will say it must be a big map to accommodate all the double-row players."
"Have you heard of the Principality of Westchester?" Schiller asked.
Tim was stunned, but Jason said, "Are you talking about the small country in the east? God, it's really a map!"
Halle also seemed thoughtful, obviously she had investigated something. Schiller said: "It seems that you were all born in the Magic Empire. Has anyone ever been in contact with the Steam Technology Empire?"
Several people looked at each other and shook their heads. Schiller took a pack of potato chips handed over by Tim, and opened the packaging bag and said, "Did you contact other players while doing the mission?"
Tim nodded quickly and said, "I met Batman. It seems that I met Wonder Woman on the other side of Halle..."
After thinking about it, Schiller said, "It seems that it is distributed according to the big world. And my universe does not belong to this or that, so we are allocated to a small country in the middle."
After discussing with them for a while, Schiller discovered that these little clever ghosts had similar ideas to him. After the game was completed, they sold the resources in the game, either exchanged them for Doujie coins or technology.
"We are going to line up again," Tim said. "We found that as long as we choose a label like location, there are likely to be business elements. After operating the place, we can exchange money, so we don't have to recharge money in the game."
Halle was also full of confidence. She said: "There are many rich people in the multiverse. I sold the herbal greenhouse run with Xiao Pa to Wonder Woman who has a noble status. She promised to give each of us an Olympus artifact. It was a huge profit!"
Schiller coughed lightly and said, "It's not interesting to always play one mode. Maybe you can wait for a while before scheduling."
"Are you serious?" Halle frowned and looked at Shiller and said, "Don't you claim to be greedy? You don't make any money?"
"It shouldn't be a good time to make money when you go in again." Schiller thought to himself, of course, if you go in later, you should be able to experience the joy of running business in the end of the world.
He didn't say what he thought, because he knew that these kids wouldn't listen. Who didn't move bricks?
Batman of the Pale Knight Universe has gone back. His mentality has been adjusted well. The next stop should be to go to the Bruce Universe to meet Alfred. I hope he won't be too excited when he meets Thomas and Martha in that Universe.
After the matter in Los Angeles was resolved, Schiller returned to New York. He went to the New York Presbyterian Hospital and found out that Strange had asked for leave. He thought he had returned to Kamataj, but after calling Kamataj, he found out that Strange had gone to the Holy Place.
Schiller hasn't been to the Holy Place for a long time, mainly because Wall Street is too far from his nursing home. The development there is very stable and there is nothing to worry about. The last time he went there was probably a few years ago.
Schiller took a shuttle to Wall Street, bought a cup of coffee, and walked into the Holy Place. As soon as he entered, he saw a fire-ridden skull sitting in the hall, as if waiting for someone.
"Hi, Johnny." Schiller walked over and said hello, and said, "Are you here to discuss business for Mephisto again?"
The Flame Skull shook his head, looking helpless, and he said, "I'm not Johnny, I'm Danny Danny Cage. I'm here to find the Supreme Mage."
Schiller then remembered that there are two Ghost Riders in New York now. One is Johnny Blaze and the other is Danny Cage. They are not in the relationship between the first and second generations, but in the same brothers, both descendants of the Kyle family, and they also bear the curse of the Ghost Rider.
Johnny has been helping Mephisto run errands, sometimes going to the Holy Place to discuss insurance business, sometimes going to Kamataj to apply for an Earth visa, but Danny doesn't show up very often, and most of the time it should be doing the duties of the Ghost Rider.
"Hello, Danny, I'm Schiller, you should have heard of me."
"Oh my God, you are Dr. Schiller." Danny was a little surprised. He stood up and shook hands with Schiller, trying hard to control his fiery eyes from turning towards Schiller.
"Is there anything you're going to do with Stephen?"
Chapter completed!