mtl008 Chapter 3437 Sons of Midnight (36)
Chapter 3437 Sons of Midnight (36)
Chapter 3437 Son of Midnight (Thirty-Six)
A car slowly stopped at the entrance of the Roxon Energy Industrial Building. The horizontal bar was raised, and the car slowly drove into the underground parking lot.
As soon as Schiller opened the car door and got out, a row of security guards wearing black suits and sunglasses walked out in front of him. The leader walked up wearing headphones and shook hands with Schiller.
"Hello, Dr. Schiller, please follow us."
Schiller followed them to the elevator, still thinking about the information he learned yesterday. Dario Agger was very cunning, and today's battle must be fought well.
Schiller adjusted his state, and he reached out and gently touched the marlin brooch on his chest. The security guard standing in the front row looked back at his action calmly.
After exiting the elevator, Schiller was asked to undergo a basic security check, and two female security guards came over to conduct the check.
"I'm sorry, sir. You will need to remove any sharp objects. Could you please remove your brooch? All items will be returned to you in good condition at the end of your visit."
Schiller was not surprised, he took the brooch off and handed it to the security guard. Another person came and took the brooch away, but he walked into the blind spot of Schiller's sight, and he could not see which direction he went.
But he didn't really want to use the brooch anyway. To be precise, not in a physical way, but it required the skills of the personality behind the symbol.
"Could you please take off your glasses?" the security guard asked again.
Schiller frowned slightly, pretending to be dissatisfied, but still took off his glasses.
When he wears glasses, the reflection from the lenses can cover his pupils very well, and only a vague outline can be seen. He looks no different from ordinary people.
But once he took off his glasses, his gray pupils, without any other color tendencies, would become particularly eye-catching, revealing a kind of desolation that would make one's hair stand on end.
Although Schiller did not make any threatening expression, the security guards who were staring at him paused in unison.
Schiller immediately lowered his eyes, covering half of his pupils, and pretended that nothing had happened.
But it just so happens that security personnel have to conduct pupil security checks, and because of this era there are video and surveillance equipment that can be buried in the pupils, so they need to shine a detection light into the eyes.
Schiller had no choice but to open his eyes. He could clearly see that the inspector was hesitant in raising the light, while several security guards nearby had their hands on their guns.
This suddenly reminded him why he had to wear glasses even though he was not nearsighted.
It is said that eyes are windows to the soul, and Schiller has a deep understanding of this. In his previous life, perhaps because he was a mixed-race, his eye color was lighter, and coupled with his slightly neurotic eyes, he could always be easily distinguished from ordinary people. In order to avoid this, he had to wear glasses.
This life is even worse. Gray, which has no color tendency, is a color that belongs exclusively to inorganic matter. Once it appears on the body of an intelligent life, it often means death and destruction. Combined with Schiller's eyes, it is really a look that is better than thousands of torture instruments, and he is a master at interrogation.
Seeing the security guards finish the inspection with trepidation, Schiller wanted to put on his glasses, but they didn't even plan to return them to him. Several security guards led him forward without looking at him.
All I can say is that luckily I’m not really nearsighted, and the immersive experience was just a morbid treatment.
Walking all the way inside, Schiller came to another office, not the one that Samuel took him to before, but the top floor of the building on the ground. As soon as he entered the door, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
However, the decoration here made Schiller feel somewhat familiar. It was not the very modern luxury decoration like the Stark Tower, but was mainly gold and dark green, with many human figures in the patterns. It looked like the Palace of Asgard no matter how you looked at it.
However, this fake palace is far inferior to the real palace. On the one hand, the area is not large enough, and the dome is not high enough. It is a bit awkward to squeeze such a magnificent decoration style into a space less than four meters high. On the other hand, the decoration pattern of the figure is not used in the right place, and the arrangement of the priesthood is also wrong. Even though the Asgardians are rough and bold, there will be no problem in this regard.
Dario was even proud of this style. He said: "The decoration style of the Roxxon Energy Industrial Building imitates the Asgard Palace. I dare say we have restored it at least 90%. I am afraid that the God King will feel at home when he comes."
Schiller once again looked at the decoration here and couldn't help but say, "Don't you know that Asgard's art and culture are in the same vein as Northern Europe?"
"No, no, no, of course it's different. The Nordic countries have completely abandoned history. The things they created are too simple and don't have any Asgardian aesthetics. Only my work has the authentic Asgardian art style."
Schiller sighed in his heart and thought: If you knew that the current God King Thor decorated his New York apartment in a Nordic minimalist style, you would probably be scratching your head in anxiety.
Dario had been posing in front of the French window, and when he noticed Schiller was silent, he turned around. The moment he saw Schiller's pupils, he was stunned.
"I asked your employees to return my glasses to me, but they refused," Schiller said. "So if you suffer any mental damage as a result, it is not my responsibility."
Dario looked away suddenly, then looked Schiller up and down and said, "Is this how you control patients and make them obey you?"
"No. But I guess you don't want to hear other methods." Schiller walked to the sofa and sat down. Normally he would never do this, but to take the initiative in a conversation, actions and postures are very important.
"Well, what do you think?"
"what?"
"Everything here." Dario walked over and spread his hands, as if he was showing the room, as if he was showing himself, he said, "Everything about Roxxon Energy Co., Ltd., and me. What do you think?"
Schiller really wanted to reply with the four words "a piece of shit", but he thought he couldn't say that. Although he had a cat, he couldn't insult the dog like that.
"What kind of evaluation do you want?" Schiller said, "I am a psychiatrist. I can only evaluate you from your perspective. How do you want me to evaluate you?"
"I think this is a masterpiece," Dario said. "To become a great civilization, we must imitate everything about them. This includes their civilization structure, art and culture, concepts and ideas, and most importantly, their brave spirit."
Schiller nodded and said, "If such creative processes can bring you spiritual satisfaction, then I think they are valuable."
"Besides this? Don't you think about what they can bring to human civilization?"
"It's the same question again. What do you hope they can bring to human civilization?"
"Asgard will be very happy with this," Dario said. "They will feel that humans are the closest civilization in the universe and that we are their own people. They will accept us."
"and then?"
"We can enjoy the same prestige as them. The whole universe will be afraid of us, and we will have inexhaustible resources and power that makes the whole universe tremble like them. Isn't this the ultimate goal of human civilization?"
"Do you think so?" Schiller asked sincerely. It was the first time he heard of Dalio's ideas.
Dario nodded, walked over to sit opposite Schiller and said, "I think the Earth's current development path is completely wrong. Asgard is the most advanced civilization in the universe. If we don't learn from it, who else can we learn from?"
"You want Earth to learn from Asgard? In what way?"
"I told you, we have to do better." Dario clenched his fists lightly and said, "What we are doing now is wrong. If we build our own fleet independently, it will only cause their dissatisfaction. No lord wants his knights to sharpen their swords too quickly. We can ask them to send troops to garrison the earth, which is just as safe and much easier than building a bunch of junk ourselves."
This statement sounded so stupid that Shiller didn't know if he really meant it. But he soon realized that Dalio was probably testing him.
The biggest obstacle to the success of his and the Dark Elves' plan is Asgard. At least in his opinion, the gravity trap created by Asgard can only be solved by Asgard.
If Asgard makes any moves in the near future, their plan will be at risk of failure. So he deliberately mentioned Asgard, as if he wanted to see Schiller's attitude towards Asgard.
"I'm afraid Asgard won't send troops to guard the Earth," Schiller said. "That's not how they rule the nine realms."
Seeing Dario's eyes flash, Schiller knew that he had guessed correctly. Sure enough, Dario asked, "Then how do you think they rule here? Is it magic?"
Schiller shook his head again and said, "The World Tree. They control the World Tree. The World Tree allows them to see every move in every corner of the nine kingdoms."
This answer seemed to be beyond Dario's expectations. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Schiller and asked, "Is the World Tree really that powerful? They are watching us through the World Tree right now? How do you know?"
Shiller now understands why Stark said that Dalio doesn't understand technology. It's not that Dalio doesn't understand technology, he just doesn't have scientific thinking at all.
The way he speaks and asks questions is very much like a politician. He makes a speech and hopes that the audience will give him the reaction he expects. If the listeners do not react in this way, they will feel confused and angry.
Once the listener asks them a question they don't understand, their next step is not to humbly seek advice and understand what the question is, but to directly attack back with a counter-question to gain verbal advantage.
They don't care what the audience is thinking, they just keep talking according to their own ideas. If they can't continue, they will use this kind of rhetorical questioning to suppress the doubts and then continue talking.
The classic example is “Don’t y’all have cell phones?”
"It just so happens that His Highness Loki, the Prince of Asgard, is also my friend. Do you want me to call him over so we can have a chat?"
Dario did not expect Schiller's reaction. He did not seem to believe that Schiller was serious, so he said, "I don't mean to question your relationship with him, but the prince of Asgard should be very busy, right?"
He thought Schiller would take advantage of the situation and brush off the topic, but Schiller said, "His Royal Highness is indeed very busy. But if I invite him over, he should give me this honor."
After that, he stood up, walked to the French window, snapped his fingers and said, "Your Highness, would you like to chat sometime?"
Dario also stood up and was about to say something when there was a flash of magical light and Loki appeared in the office.
"What is it, Dr. Schiller?"
Schiller turned around and saw Loki wearing a long dark green dress, a golden crown on his head, and a scepter in his hand shining with magic. My goodness, he probably started dressing up after he hung up the phone yesterday.
As soon as Loki landed, he was stunned by the environment.
What is this? Is this still Earth? Why does this look so much like my toilet?
When he turned his head again, he met Schiller's desolate gray eyes without glasses. This time he was no longer confused. He took a step back, laughed dryly and said.
"Uh... I suddenly remembered that I forgot to turn off the fire at home. You guys chat first. I'm leaving now."
Loki: OZO