After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"Are you from Atlantis?"

But when this question was uttered from Hilda's mouth, the atmosphere of the entire tavern changed suddenly.Arthur Curry, who was slightly drunk, turned his head halfway, and his sharp eyes reminded Hilda of another Atlantean she met not long ago.

His voice was dull and cold: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"But your expression has been exposed." Hilda pointed to his face calmly, "No one will change their expression just because they hear a word they don't know what it means, but you, you look like To cover my mouth."

"..." Arthur took a sip of his wine, "...who are you?"

"Hilda."

"I'm asking about your identity." He turned around, his body was like a hill, full of oppression in front of Hilda, "Why do you know the Atlanteans?"

"Because I just came back from Atlantis." Hilda yawned, ignoring the man in front of him who was blocking the light of the tavern, and lying on the bar nonchalantly, "So you are really Atlantis people?"

"...I'm not," he said, "I'm just an ordinary human being."

"Oh, well," she nodded, "I hope you know, I don't really care about your identity, I just think, if you're from Atlantis, you might be more familiar with the ocean...and the land here, To be able to give me some directions. Honestly, this is not where I got into the water, and I'm kind of confused on how to get back to my city."

"..." Arthur looked at her for a while, "I am not from Atlantis. But there is no transportation to the city here, unless you go to a small town closest to here."

Hilda thought for a while: "It sounds very reliable."

"You can see if there is anyone in the village going there tomorrow, and you can take a ride." Arthur seemed to be sure that she was harmless, turned his head and started drinking again.

She got off her chair: "Well, thank you very much, I decided to leave tomorrow."

Arthur didn't seem to have heard of it, and just asked the boss to bring him a few more pints of wine.

"Since you know about Atlantis," Hilda turned her head and said to him, "then do you know that Atlantis is in crisis right now?"

He didn't speak, but Hilda keenly noticed his slightly tense body. Obviously, the person in front of her didn't care about her words at all.

However, she just couldn't bear his indifference and wanted to deceive him, but she didn't really plan to tell him about the crisis in Atlantis—what crisis could there be in Atlantis?Once the mother box was taken away, the demons and steppenwolves would also be taken away. Now Atlantis is much safer than the land world.

So she stopped talking, pretended not to notice Arthur's small movements, turned around neatly, and left the tavern.

——Now, let's find a place to rest.As for how to find a way to return to Gotham tomorrow... maybe tomorrow the problem can be solved by itself?

Although Hilda did think that maybe the matter would be resolved by itself, she did not expect that not only the matter of returning to Gotham itself would be resolved, but God would also give her a completely unexpected surprise.

When Bruce's figure appeared in this remote village, she almost thought she was dreaming.

"...Bruce?!" She opened her eyes wide, "Why... are you here?"

The black-haired, blue-eyed man was clearly astonished.

He stood where he was, as if nailed to a stone, and could only watch Hilda run from not far away and hug him tightly. It felt so dreamy and unreal that he was so proud of it. Reason temporarily stopped working.He hesitated for a moment before hugging Hilda back.

"Why are you here?" He looked at the one in his arms who was looking at him, "Shouldn't you be in New York?"

The body of the person in his arms froze, and Hilda's face lifted from his chest, pretending to be innocent, but unfortunately it didn't do it right - in his opinion, that face was almost written "How the hell should I start making it up?" Saying: "Ah... this, this is a long story."

After seeing her for less than a minute, Bruce already felt the corner of his mouth rise: "My dear, you can speak slowly, after all, we have plenty of time."

"Ha, haha," Hilda immediately took a step back from his arms, "I need to organize my words, why don't you speak first, Bruce, tell me quickly, how did you come to such a remote place? Don't Said you were on holiday at the beach! No one goes back to such a shitty place for a holiday, I don't believe that kind of nonsense."

"I'm here to find someone." He said frankly.

"Who?"

"A superhero reserve—you know, someone didn't think there were enough members."

"Batman sent you out to recruit members?" Hilda couldn't help asking, "You just listened to him and came directly?"

"After all, I have decided to invest in the Justice League..."

"Justice League?"

"That's the name of the League of Super Heroes, dear."

"..." Hilda felt that this name didn't fit her aesthetics, but obviously everyone else was very satisfied with this name, "Okay, Justice League...and then?"

"Something happened in Gotham," Bruce explained to Hilda in a soft voice, "Batman is busy with the affairs of the city, and he really can't get away, so he asked me to come here to find a man nicknamed Aquaman."

She nodded: "Sounds reasonable. But, Sea King?" The artificial intelligence gathered all the information about "Sea King" in front of her eyes. Hilda glanced at it and quickly realized what it was.

"Have you found this man?"

"Maybe," Bruce nodded slightly, "but I'm not sure if it's really the so-called 'Sea King'."

"Tell me first, what is the name of the person you found."

"I heard other people calling him Arthur."

"Arthur Curry." Hilda clapped her palms, "That's right, it must be him, this person is the Aquaman you mentioned - he is an Atlantean, do you know the Atlantean? , Bruce?"

"Atlantis?" Bruce's eyes darkened, then he shook his head with a confused expression, "I don't know, Batman didn't tell me this. However, I know Atlantis, that's not the legend An ancient civilization destroyed by a flood?"

"It's not a legend, it really exists, and it's very close to here—" At this point, she couldn't help but glanced at her foolish boyfriend who obviously didn't know anything about these key information, and said with righteous indignation, "This damn thing Batman! He makes you work and doesn't explain things to you?!"

"Yeah," he sighed in response, "I was also very surprised. He is really a capitalist who is good at squeezing people... But, how do you know that Atlantis is not a legend but a real place, hope Erda? Could it be that you..."

"Because I came here just for Atlantis." Hilda nodded, "I just came here to visit Atlantis, a lost ancient civilization."

Bruce smiled, "Really?"

"Yes."

"But you haven't answered my question, honey," Bruce looked into her eyes, "how do you know this place is real, and how do you know, where is it?"

"..." Hilda froze, "ah... this, of course, is because of..."

She looked up, and Bruce raised his eyebrows at her slightly, with a look of "I'd like to see how you make it up".

The so-called "extreme things must be reversed", in this situation where each other is well aware of the lie, Hilda is completely indifferent.She spread her hands: "What is incomprehensible, I know a lot of strange friends who know the secrets of Atlantis, and then they invited me to come to Atlantis to enjoy the beauty that is different from the land landscape... It's normal."

"So your friend left alone after showing you around Atlantis and left you here?" Bruce asked back.

Hilda choked - there was really no way to answer this question.

She immediately changed the subject, took Bruce's hand and walked forward: "Don't talk about me, talk about Arthur Curry, he doesn't look like the kind who will happily join the superhero family and stand side by side with you The type of combat... he agreed to join?"

"He didn't." Bruce was very cooperative with Hilda, and moved forward with her strength, "However, I am only responsible for inviting him, not persuading him...Maybe he will figure it out later, and then take the initiative to join?"

"That doesn't sound very realistic."

"When you first proposed the Justice League, I thought it was unrealistic too. God knows how impossible it is for Batman to team up with anyone else, let alone this alliance that is planning to invite Superman, an alien—" Bruce smiled and said, "But now, those unrealistic assumptions have come true, honey."

Hilda couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "I didn't propose to form the 'Justice League', what I wanted to form was the Dark Alliance. And you clearly know why I planned to form this alliance in the first place—"

"I know." Bruce stopped, his eyes were full of starlight, reminding her of a blue rose nebula that she passed by inadvertently, the beauty made her heart move quietly, "You said that you are not a good person, but I am also Having said that, I don't care."

"Right now, I just want to go back to Gotham with you."

"Too bad," Stark said, taking a swig of his coffee, "...I feel like my faith in God is about to crumble after this incident."

"How strange," said Hawkeye, who was sitting on one side, and couldn't help saying, "So you still believe in God? I thought you were an atheist."

"I really am," Stark said without changing his face, "I just collapsed for other people. For example, Captain."

Steve turned his head and looked at Tony helplessly: "I didn't..."

"You don't have any faith?" Tony continued, pretending to be surprised, "I didn't expect that, Captain, I mean, you look like the type who would go to church to worship seriously on weekends."

"...I don't have a broken faith." Steve finished what he was going to say firmly.

Hawkeye snickered beside him.

Tony shrugged and turned around to say something else.

Natasha, who had been sitting on the sofa fiddling with the tablet, suddenly said, "Tony, can you still track down the demon you started tracking?"

"What?" Tony paused. "To be precise, I have never tracked down this demon. After all, these are magical creatures. I can only record their appearance through a little high-tech."

"So, we are in trouble." Natasha flipped the tablet in her hand and looked at everyone, "——British News Today, a 10-year-old boy in Oxfordshire disappeared. It happened that many strangers came to the town on the day he disappeared. Among them There are two, one black and one white—"

She flipped through the picture, and it was a rough children's oil painting. It could barely be seen that there were two people with wings, one black and one white. talking about something.

"This is a friend of the missing boy, a brave little girl," she said. "According to her, the traffickers got Adam, the boy's name, unconscious, had an argument, and took the boy away."

"That demon," Tony said, his face grave.

"No matter what terrifying abilities that boy possesses," Hawkeye said seriously, standing up, "we all have to keep a child safe."

"But we don't know where they went." Steve frowned.

Natasha hesitated for a while, and said: "...I know someone, he is an untrustworthy bastard, but at the same time he is also a powerful magician. I haven't contacted him for a long time, but fortunately I still Remember his contact information."

"John Constantine, maybe we can seek professional help." She said slowly, "After all, maybe only magic can defeat magic."