After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda stood in the spacious dressing room, facing the full-length mirror with complicated decorations that looked like it was moved from the French royal family in the 19th century, and quietly looked at herself in the mirror.

The stylist from France was talking excitedly in French. Even though Hilda couldn't understand his words, she could guess what he meant from his worshiping eyes and waving hands.

She glanced at the woman in the wedding dress again in the mirror: the upper body of the wedding dress was light and holy, and a number of white hand-embroidered feather decorations naturally extended from Hilda's shoulders to her waist, as if transformed into angel wings. Hilda's slender waist is outlined, and a few feathers are dotted downwards on the skirt, as if floating on the skirt inadvertently. The round white pearls are inconspicuously adorned on the skirt, showing a warm and gentle look when walking. brilliance.Viewed from the front, this wedding dress is full of religious sanctity. However, when you go around the back of the bride, you can see the scheming of this wedding dress—the elegance and sexiness of the hollow back neutralize the excessive sanctity. .

But when Hilda put it on, everything changed. Her own temperament perfectly dominated everything, whether it was her sharp eyes, slightly raised chin, or the back line full of strength, it gave people a feeling A wonderful feeling: standing in the mirror at this moment is a proud queen who is about to be crowned by the pope.

The stylists carefully put on the veil for Hilda, adjusted the floor-length skirt and jewelry for her, and couldn't help but step back a few steps, admiring Hilda in French.Hilda shook her eyebrows, feeling that this group of people was really noisy.

"Forgive these mortals, they just couldn't help but surrender to your beauty, and unconsciously regarded you as the queen who walked out of the oil painting—" A voice sounded behind Hilda, and Hilda turned sideways, I saw two familiar figures, one black and one white.

Time stands still at this moment, and the stylists condense into sculptures, maintaining a slightly exaggerated demeanor.At this moment, only Hilda and the two visitors' time is still flowing. She raised her eyebrows slightly: "... have angels and devils become a fixed combination?"

"Oh, we are a limited group." The devil took off his sunglasses, half-jokingly, "Special performances require an extra charge—uh!"

"We are here to congratulate you, dear lord of the earth," the angel gave Crowley an elbow, interrupting his inappropriate joke, and he cleared his throat and said sincerely, "Anyway, Thank you for the help you provided us before, thank you for your tolerance, everything is back to normal now, and we can continue our lives. Frankly speaking, you are so beautiful today-"

"Thank you." Hilda replied, "Actually, you can come to this wedding. Anyway, there are all kinds of people at the wedding. We don't mind the participation of angels and demons."

——Old friends of the Wayne family, top elites from Gotham and the United States, superheroes and even supervillains dressed up as ordinary people, all kinds of mutants... In short, this wedding is full of inclusiveness, but also It can be seen that the social circle of newlyweds is extremely complicated.

She seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and looked at Crowley: "But the wedding will be held in the church—"

"Oh, ma'am, if your wedding were to be held in a church elsewhere, I might indeed shy away from it, but Gotham—" Crowley blinked, and pretended to make an inverted cross on his chest, "Thank you Satan."

Hilda: "...Gotham Church is controlled by hell?"

Crowley: "Anyway, it's not as sacred as a normal church. The holy water in every church here can't do much harm to me."

Beside him, the angel Aziraphale covered his ears in pain, complaining: "Please! I don't want to know the news."

"But then I will be able to join you in this grand wedding," said the devil to him. "Isn't that good?"

Aziraphale was stunned for a moment, he put down his hands, as if he suddenly realized: "...you are right!"

He clapped his hands excitedly: "In this way, I don't have to give the wedding gift in advance. As an angel, I can even present the holy blessing from heaven for your wedding and witness the establishment of the wedding vows—— "

"Sounds really good." Hilda curled her lips slightly, obviously in a happy mood, "I wish you all a good time at my wedding."

"Then, let's leave first." Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other and gave an elegant farewell ceremony.The devil snapped his fingers, and they disappeared at the same time. At the same time, the time in the locker room flowed again.

So Hilda turned around, put down the veil slowly amid the hurried French background sound, and asked, "So, how long will it take for the wedding to start?"

The wall clock on the wall was constantly turning, and she looked out the window, looking forward to the moment when she met Bruce in the church.

"Again...an unholy church," Aziraphale, who was walking towards the church not far from the small building, couldn't help muttering, "Is there really nothing wrong with this wedding?" "

No one heard the whispers of the angels, only a few white pigeons squatted on the cross not far from the church and cooed twice.

St. Martin's Cathedral is now full of guests attending the wedding.

A few invited reporters stood on the edge and secretly marveled at the crowd of celebrities and dignitaries. Among these reporters, Clark Kent, a young reporter from the "Planet Daily", was not so conspicuous. He was dressed in a formal suit. In a black suit, while taking pictures silently, while unconsciously paying attention to some "special" people in the venue - there is no way, anyone who sees a familiar enemy at a friend's wedding can't help but tense up.

—I really hope everything goes well today.Clark prayed secretly, his super vision inadvertently caught Dick who was in charge of welcoming the guests. Just a quarter of an hour ago, Dick was very happy. At this moment, he only answered a phone call, and suddenly his expression changed—although it was only a short second , but still did not escape Clark's eyes.

——Could something happen?Clark subconsciously glanced around vigilantly, but found nothing special.

Dick took two steps outside, and he seemed to remember his duty again, and settled down again.But Clark wouldn't miss his slightly faster heartbeat—could something happen to Bruce?

He used his super hearing to search for Bruce's traces from billions of heartbeats...and found it!But Bruce was safely not far from here, even walking towards the church, and nothing unexpected happened to Clark.He breathed a sigh of relief: there were too many sharp opponents at Bruce's wedding, and if something did happen, things would be very troublesome.

Bruce appeared at the main entrance of the church.

He was wearing a formal attire, well-dressed, and even combed his wild hair, and slowly walked into this solemn and majestic church.In fact, he came a little late, but since he was Bruce Wayne, and since his adopted son and housekeeper were on the scene to entertain him, the guests let this fluffy little problem go lightly.

Jason Todd was also wearing a suit and standing behind Bruce Wayne. He was not used to this attire, so he pulled his bow tie unconsciously, searched the place, and walked towards Dick without hesitation.

Tim and Damian still followed Bruce.Damian's expression was not very good. He stared at his father's back closely, wondering what he was thinking.

Clark raised his camera and took a few photos of the groom with a Brussian sweet smile, watching him take care of the standing guests skillfully while walking towards the priest with a gentle smile in front of him.

As long as you look at the unruly and casual posture of the groom and the consistent playboy smile, you will know that Bruce Wayne is not a devout Catholic.The reason why Gotham's largest Catholic church agreed to officiate Wayne's wedding was his pious ancestors-if a large donation of funds can be equated with "piety".

The music has already played, men and women in various costumes with different expressions are waiting for the bride who "climbed up from the bottom of Gotham".

Everyone was staring at the door of the church, only Clark looked at the photos in the camera, frowning slightly, feeling that something was wrong with the photos.

What's not right?He couldn't be sure.

The bride has already entered the church.

Someone gasped involuntarily.

Clark looked up and saw Hilda in a wedding dress holding blue roses.

According to common sense, the bride should hold her father's hand, and the father will hand her over to the groom.

But Hilda had no father.On the eve of her wedding, she had rejected various proposals from others, including but not limited to, Alfred or others to take her into the church.

"I chose to marry you, and since I can make this decision myself," she said, "why can't I go to you by myself?"

But at this moment, she stepped onto the red carpet alone, her white wedding dress trailing off the ground, shimmering, and her veil slightly covering her bare back and beautiful face, like a queen receiving a coronation, like a soldier receiving meritorious service.

Amid the melodious music, Hilda's eyes fixed on Bruce in front of her, and she walked towards Bruce Wayne step by step. In his amazing eyes, she handed the blue rose in his hand to Bruce, softly Complimented: "You are so handsome today, my dear."

He froze for a moment, surprised by Hilda's actions, took the flowers uncertainly, and replied a little blankly, "...Thank you? You are beautiful too, baby."

Hilda's delivery of flowers is so natural that Bruce isn't even sure if it's a regular custom at weddings.

But the flowers had already been taken, so he just tilted his head, then looked at the priest, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Damian who was expressionless, and his expression was a little wandering.If he intended to reinforce his flawless playboy image in front of the guests at the wedding, he clearly couldn't have done it better.

Hilda stared at him, her eyes deepened unconsciously.

It was afternoon at this moment, and the sunshine of Gotham fell through the classical glass windows behind the church and fell on the center of the church, which looked sacred and solemn. The priest stroked the "Bible" with one hand, and read prayers to the two.

Hilda stared at Bruce's familiar face and blue eyes, and didn't pay attention to the priest's words until Bruce looked at her and said: "YES, IDO."

She unconsciously moved the corners of her lips.

The priest had already looked at her, and with a smile on his face, he asked the same question to the future Mrs. Wayne, and calmly waited for Hilda's expected "IDO".

But Hilda made no answer.

She just stared into Bruce's eyes silently, without saying a word, as if she was drowning in a deep blue pool, and seemed to be hesitating whether to step into this marriage.

Damian tensed his nerves. He was still holding the box containing the ring in his hand. He was waiting for the next part of the ceremony, but now he couldn't help but look at his brothers standing on the other side.

—Damn it.I shouldn't have agreed to this silly plan, he thought.

Hilda was silent for too long, so that the guests sitting below began to whisper, their eyes flickered, and some people lost their smiles, as if they realized something, and began to fall into inexplicable anxiety.Everyone was waiting for the bride to speak, even Bruce's eyes unconsciously had a trace of doubt.

——This should have been a dream wedding.Hilda looked at Bruce with a bouquet in one hand, he looked so handsome, very much like when they first met... very much like the Bruce Wayne image in her mind .

"...NO." She finally spoke, her voice was low and deep, and slowly raised a hand amidst the uproar in the church, signaling for everyone to be quiet, and the next moment, the air was frozen, and only her voice sounded in the church.

She looked at Bruce with a surprised face: "...because you are not my blue eyes at all."