Chapter 1808: Summer in Fools' Village (21)_1

Talya remained calm, simply blinking before saying, "Yes, just like when I was a child. If I hadn't crawled out of the tomb with my last breath, the beasts inside would have torn me to shreds."

"There were also many times when, had I not killed the other party or had I not run away, they would have disposed of me freely and no one would have come to my rescue."

"You might have thought from an early age that he didn't love you, that you acknowledge and accept this fact, but what is even more brutal is that he loves the value you provide."

"But in reality, that value isn't so great," Talya laughed, "No individual assassin could realize his great dream, so they are all equally important to him, myself included."

Talya relaxed, sinking into the single seat sofa in an unprecedentedly relaxed manner and said, "You might think there's some worth in me being of his bloodline, but in reality, the Demon's Blood offers no strength. I'm just an ordinary person, all my abilities come from subsequent training."

"Ra's al Ghul only has me as a descendant, not because my mother has something special, but because he knows descendants won't provide any support to his great dream, instead, they could cause trouble. I'm just an accident, if not for inheriting my mother's beauty and being able to help him navigate through high society, he wouldn't have acknowledged me as his daughter."

"When kids pay the real price during their childhood, another orphan is added to the world, and their greatest tragedy is that they don't realize they're orphans, or they can't accept that they're orphans."

"What about you?" Talya couldn't help but ask, "Why do I perceive you as the Feathered Serpent God related to Death? Was that just an illusion?"

"I don't want to lie, so I'll tell you not entirely," Shiller poured more tea for Talya and said, "But my secret isn't the problem you urgently need to solve. If you firmly believe some drug affected you, then drink more water and get some sleep, everything will get better."

"Is this how you plan to handle me? Do you think tolerance and pacifism will please me?"

"I have no intention of pleasing you," Shiller returned to his desk, putting the books piled on it in order and said, "Gaining your favor is of no significance to me. You can regard my goodwill as coming from social morality... "

"Enough, who do you think I am? A little girl encountering troubles in university life? I'm a prolific female assassin!"

"Please listen, miss, whether you're prolific in killing or not is irrelevant to whether you would encounter troubles, or whether you are a little girl."

Talya fell silent. She had been feeling confused about Shiller's attitude all along, and what made her most uncomfortable was that Shiller indeed didn't seem to care about her at all.

Whether she barged into the garden, spilled red wine, kidnapped the butler, or decided to negotiate and probe his attitude, he acted indifferent, seemingly bored and just finding something trivial to kill time with.

But isn't the current situation stimulating enough? The leader of the Assassin's Union needed his response, a dangerous female assassin was in his house, and the subtle balance among him, Ra's al Ghul, and Talya was being disrupted by Bruce Wayne and Lex Luther. If all of this was not enough to distract him, then what would?

"You seem a bit tired, miss. Some of my female colleagues have stayed over at my mansion, with the guest room on the third floor. Turn left at the staircase, then to the right-sided hallway, it's the second room. You can rest there..."

Talya cut him off, "Why should I rest there?"

Shiller revealed a somewhat surprised and confused expression, then paused before saying, "No particular reason, it's just a courteous invitation. You're free to decline and leave."

"You mean I can leave?"

"Why not? This is just a mansion, not a prison. There're no guards to stop you."

Talya was left speechless, but in the end, she chose to go upstairs to rest.

After all, there wasn't any safe place in the whole of Gotham, and who knows where that unlucky Bruce and Lex were lurking, waiting for her. It was better to rest first, metabolize the drug, adjust her state, and then make plans.

After Talya left, Shiller went onto the balcony. Pamela stood below, looking up at him. When their eyes met, a green staircase made from woven vines reached from the balcony railings to Shiller's feet.

He stepped onto the sturdy staircase and descended, arriving at the door of the back hall, and inviting Pamela into his office.

Pamela stared hard at Shiller's retreating figure, sensing something was very, very wrong.

"Did Bruce send you?" Shiller asked.

Pamela nodded. Just as she was about to say something, Shiller walked over to the desk, picked up the vase with the camellia in it, removed the camellia, and handed it over to Pamela.

Pamela took it without fully understanding, but the moment she touched the plant, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Wrong, something's wrong, something is very wrong!