After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"I think of course—no!"

Hilda abruptly made a sharp turn, turned the tide by herself, and instantly strengthened her moral bottom line.

The beggars who were waiting for the affirmative answer: "...?"

Crowley couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

"Hi, Bruce!" She didn't care about other people's reactions, she stood up hastily, not caring about the momentary loss of suppression, the demon first waved to Bruce Wayne to say hello, then turned to look at the younger brothers , with a serious face, "Of course we can't use private revenge. In this case, we should choose to call the police and let the police deal with this guy who lacks the spirit of contract. I believe the law will naturally provide us with a satisfactory answer."

Everyone stared dumbfounded at this miraculous face change and blurted out nonsense: "..."

"What's the matter?" Bruce Wayne didn't understand the situation. He looked at these beggars with strange faces and the two strangely dressed men vigilantly, and secretly gave Hilda a hand. , seemed worried that she was being bullied by this group of people, so she stood up and wanted to stand in front of her.

Although she didn't need protection, Hilda was still a little touched.Think about it, a rich boy who is not good at fighting is willing to stand up to protect you-especially he is so handsome...!Well handsome may be the point.

Most of the time, Hilda gets to know a person by intuition rather than rigorous analysis. In fact, this may be because she seldom cares about and analyzes a person's personality and preferences.After all, it doesn't matter to her whether a person is good or bad, likes or dislikes: in front of Hilda, they just have to obey - because they can't beat her.This is a strict causal chain, and the final result is that her impression of a person often comes from the feeling that person brings to her—as for the substance and some deeply hidden "secrets", I'm sorry, this The question is seriously out of line for Hilda.

Bruce Wayne is certainly different.To pursue a person, you must know this person in advance.Therefore, it is very rare for Hilda to go against her habit and conduct an in-depth analysis of him.Unfortunately, this is an in-depth, but totally incorrect analysis.

After analyzing their few meeting scenes, Hilda's conclusion is: Bruce is a silly, white, sweet and rich second generation.

certainly!His supercar is as eye-catching as he is, and no one would think that a man like him would come from an ordinary family.He was pure, very principled, and decent—Hilda could sense that he was idealistic, a good guy.Simply put, it's silly and sweet.

...Ah, silly white sweet, how cute it sounds.

The former star thief of the Milky Way galaxy with extraordinary strength, the current amnesia state and the master of the earth himself actually has a very outrageous straight male old-school aesthetic: she likes the kind of pure and kind girl like a little white flower... No, boy.Although the boy at Bruce's age seems a bit reluctant, but...he is handsome!

With this "precise" analysis, it becomes obvious what pursuit strategy should be adopted.First and foremost, to pursue a white swan, you have to pretend to be a white swan... That is to say, she has to pretend to be a decent and good person-even if she doesn't pretend very well, at least in front of the other party. You should also show an attitude of yearning for the light on your face.

Thinking of this, Hilda quickly changed into a smiling face, and pulled the "white swan" down: "It's okay, Bruce, don't worry, it's just a small problem. Someone wants to cheat me of my labor income..." She looked around at the unshaven homeless man, "...Fortunately, my friend enthusiastically helped me suppress this guy. We were planning to send this bad guy to the Gotham Police Department just now!"

Bruce Wayne suddenly realized, and smiled gratefully: "So that's it...Everyone, thank you very much for your help to my friend. I am sincerely glad that Gotham City has such helpful gentlemen like you."

The homeless people looked at each other: "..."

Aziraphale couldn't help looking at Crowley, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't she really your colleague?" Then he got a threatening eye knife from Hilda.

——"Shut up! Don't bother me with dating men!" He swore he read such a sentence in the girl's eyes!

One of the beggars said unwillingly: "But boss..."

"Jack!" Hilda took a quick step forward and interrupted him loudly. She stepped up and patted the shoulder of the little man who had no winks. Withdrew his expression from the terrified expression of a smirk, and swallowed hard.He wanted to say that his name wasn't Jack, but the defense was swallowed quickly and wisely.

"Jack..." Hilda patted him again, "You just made a good suggestion!"

"Jack", who didn't make any comments, was a little dazed: "?"

"We should indeed be more tolerant." She said, looking at Crowley who was watching the drama with great interest and was too lazy to break free from the pressure of mortals, "Let him go, give him a chance, maybe this is why he changed his mind From the beginning... it was to build a more harmonious and beautiful Gotham together."

Everyone: "..." It's true that Gotham will be silent, and Brudhaven will cry when he hears it.

Bob had already understood something, and he quickly patted the shoulders of the other guys who were still not in the state: "Yeah yeah, let him go, just like old...Jack said, he is just a child, we will just let him go." Let him go this time!...Jack, you are truly a saint! God will be moved by your tolerance!" He exaggeratedly praised, and then pulled several people away, letting go of the angels and demons.

Crowley laughed. "Oh, it's kind of hard to impress God, isn't it? Aziraphale."

Aziraphale, the only angel present: "..." He quietly glanced at his friend.

The winking homeless men left the stage one after another, but Crowley just rubbed his wrists and squinted at Hilda: "So..."

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Hilda was a little annoyed, "Although I am a kind person who forgave your deceit, it doesn't mean that you can make further progress."

"I'm a principled villain..." Crowley smirked and bowed slightly to her. "A wish, ma'am, maybe you want a monstrous wealth? Beauty that is amazing in the world? Or... The authority that people are rushing to? As long as you say that wish, ma'am—" No way, the devil thought irritably, an ordinary person who can speak the devil's language?No, it was impossible, the girl also belonged to the inner world in all likelihood—so, in order to prevent the oath from taking effect when he didn't want it, it was better to resolve it immediately.

Hilda frowned, stroked her chin, and looked at Crowley.

"Maybe I can find out what happened?" Bruce interjected.

Crowley looked at him with condescending indifference in his eyes: "It has nothing to do with you, mortal." He stretched out his hand, wanting to snap his fingers at Bruce Wayne, to make this insignificant human forget everything in front of him, but the next moment he His hand was pressed down by Hilda who reacted extremely quickly.She smiled on top of her skin, and under her eyes were bold and capitalized words: "Don't! Move! My! People!"

All right.Crowley shrugged his shoulders and put his hands down calmly.

Hilda looked at Bruce and explained to him, "These two guys just tried to scam me out of my money (Aziraphale: Oh no! Please stop!), without paying $5 Confidently thought he could earn $100 from me, but for various reasons he owed me a wish."

"That's reasonable." Bruce nodded slightly, looked at Crowley with great interest, "coincidentally" met the devil's pair of beast eyes hidden under the sunglasses, and smiled slightly, "But, a person who doesn't even pay $5 Mr. who can’t afford it, how can you help you get some ‘monstrous wealth’?”

Crowley smirked: "This is not you..."

"Because he's a demon." Hilda interrupted him very indifferently. The three people present besides her froze at the same time, but she didn't care. "Maybe there is some magical method."

Bruce maintained his smile: "...the devil? Is this a pun?"

"Huh?" She was puzzled, "What kind of pun? It's just... demons, one demon and one angel, the most common kind of demons and angels... the ones with wings, don't they often appear on TV?"

— This girl is so unconventional.Batman, who is still working hard to maintain Bruce Wayne's "silly, white, sweet, ignorant of the outside world, ordinary person, playboy" character, thinks so.Of course he knew that the two outsiders in front of him were inhuman creatures, and he even planned to investigate them when he went back, but Hilda's disapproving honesty directly threw Bruce Wayne into the mysterious world—he simply You have to wonder if this girl is trying to test him on purpose.

Temptation is of course impossible.Hilda is not a paranoid bat, and she doesn't hide it out of sheer common sense: She has no idea that demons and angels are unusual and fictional beings for ordinary people.As if she always thought that mutants are very common in this world, Hilda took it for granted that demons and angels are probably the same minority as mutants, who can fulfill the wishes of others, and they are probably the supernatural beings of this race. Ability - People who are accustomed to mysterious powers will not think that this kind of power is very special.

So, she thought for a while, and thoughtfully "understood" Bruce's shock: After all, it is rare to see a minority!It's probably as unbelievable as seeing a rare animal for the first time in a zoo?

Such goofy blue eyes are also cute.Hilda couldn't help thinking, a smile appeared on her face, and she wanted to show the "rare animals" to the blue eyes that had never seen angels and demons: "Have you never seen angels and demons before?" ? Actually, it’s the first time I’ve seen it, and I feel like it’s no different from ordinary people, right.”

Aziraphale and Crowley introduced as rare animals: "...?"

At this moment, he didn't know what to do to react well, but Bruce, who had already realized what happened to Hilda: "..."

He immediately showed an acting skill of 120 million points, and covered his forehead as if he couldn't understand: "This is so strange...Aren't angels and demons supposed to be fictional?"

Suddenly realizing that something seemed wrong, Hilda was stunned: "...Fictitious?"

Aziraphale half-covered his mouth, and asked Hilda politely in a low voice, "Maybe you need us to erase your friend's memory now?"

"Hey!" Bruce held up his hands, "I heard you."

"Don't worry, you'll forget what you heard after a while, kid." Aziraphale gave him a reassuring smile.

Bruce: "...that's too bad, I didn't expect Angels to look like this."

The angel hesitated for a moment: "Are you a Christian?"

"Me?" The handsome young man pointed to himself, as if he was being asked this question for the first time, "Well, I should... not count, but my parents are devout Christians, and they paid for the construction of this city Most of the churches... If I am a devout believer, can I not be erased?"

"Of course not." The kind angel showed a gentle smile like a businessman, "...but I can try to be as light as possible."

"What an angel!" Crowley applauded at the right time.

Bruce: "..."

Hilda raised her waist, frowned and looked up at Bruce: "...so you want to have your memory erased? Bruce?"

"Of course not." He said, his face was calm, but his heart was secretly vigilant: Maybe Hilda would turn against him immediately.

"So," she didn't do what he thought, but immediately turned to look at the demon and the angel, "you can't modify his memory."

"Is this your wish?" Crowley immediately tried to get rid of that damned promise, "Of course..."

"No," Hilda immediately denied, turned her wrist, and said softly, "This is not a wish, but a threat."

Crowley was silent for a second: "This may be a bit out of order..." Seeing Hilda smile, he immediately changed the topic, "But our rules in hell have always been very flexible. If, I mean, if there happens to be Hundred dollars……"

Hilda blew lightly into her fist.

"A hundred dollars?" Bruce interjected, pulling a hundred dollars out of his pocket, "I happen to..."

Hilda's face changed: "Don't—"

"It's perfect!" Crowley immediately took away the one hundred dollars. He flipped the banknote skillfully, as if verifying its authenticity. Then he flicked his finger, and the banknote disappeared into the air immediately. At this moment, he finally looked at it squarely. Bruce Wayne seemed to have just discovered that there was a respectable rich man standing here, "well, of course you will not lose your memory, I promise as a devil..."

He recalled that the generous gentleman had said that his family had contributed to the churches in Gotham. It was a coincidence that Gotham was a key activity area for demons—even some churches were strongholds of demons, so he After a little thought about the list he had read, he quickly guessed the other party's name: "...Mr. Bruce Wayne?"