MTL - Arcane Age - Chapter 7 3 big books

Schiller became Batman’s teacher, a professor of psychology at Gotham University.On the first day, Bruce Wayne entered the psychiatric clinic.Schiller had to open the Meiman chat system and posted the first post: Batman asked me the meaning of life, how should I answer? It’s a hurry to wait online.Thanos: It is recommended to kill directly.Professor X: Don’t listen to the upstairs, I’ll use your mind-reading skills…Schiller Andel Rodriguez, a world-class master of criminal psychology, the most famous psychology professor at Gotham University, his students are both superheroes and super criminals, but he does not belong to any of them, Batman likes to call him “Professor”, Joker calls him “the coolest lunatic”, Scarecrow calls him “Arkham slipper”, and Nick Fury thinks he’s a “getter.”Be Batman’s teacher, Spider’s godfather, Iron Man’s psychiatrist, Schiller’s journey to American comics, starting with Batman at the beginning.[Other than translator’s site, all other sites have google translated content, beware. Don’t comment bad translation after reading other site content.]

I don’t know when, there is an extra mysterious area in the world that connects all the different planes, illusion. Here you can get countless wealth, beautiful beauties with different styles, and powerful powers that can destroy the world.

Countless people who seek their dreams and ambitions come here. Some laugh, some cry, some live, some die. This is the paradise of the strong. Here is the hell of the weak. And our story starts from the moment when a young man who has the most mysterious EX bloodlines in the whole fantasy world is born again seven years ago.

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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