[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

Marnie immediately looked up at him, her voice couldn't hide her excitement——

"Are you an alien too!"

The smile on the corner of Grandpa Pound's mouth immediately collapsed, he rolled his eyes and almost turned his back, he frowned and puffed up his cheeks: "You, what are you doing? Are aliens as powerful as us?"

Marnie swallowed, and humbly asked for advice: "How do you say it?"

Grandpa Pound turned around angrily, and let out a snort from his nasal cavity: "Be honest and change your clothes before talking to the old man, you look really bad now, I would have asked someone else to pick you up if I knew it. "

Marnie clenched the pound in her hand, hurriedly took a few steps to keep up with him, her voice could not hide her excitement: "What is someone else? Who is someone else? Are we the same? If we are not aliens, then we can What is it? Sir, your name is Pound, are you from England? No, look at me excited, listen to your accent - you must be from England!"

"Okay, shut up, noisy little guy," Grandpa Pound turned to look at her, weighed the crutch in his hand, tapped Marnie's nose with it, and warned, "Don't Ask me, we’ll talk about it later on the ship, otherwise we won’t be able to catch this ship.”

"Where is the ship going?" Marnie asked in a daze.

"You really have a lot of questions." Grandpa Pound rolled his eyes. "It's a boat to London. Come with me."

go to london...

What about Tony, Peter, and Wade?

Marnie hesitated whether to go or not.

"Hurry up, little guy," Grandpa Pound urged in front, "After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

This means something.

Is she going to immerse herself in her fault here, or is she going to find out the root cause?

Marnie struggled for a moment, then finally nodded cruelly: "Okay, I'll come right away! But I need to tell my friends."

"Let's talk about it when we get to London, you're not a kid anymore, and I think it's much better and more suitable to be with us than you are with your friends."

This is a typical challenge.Marnie couldn't laugh or cry, then sighed, and said: "But I made a big disaster in Gotham... I'd love to go to London, and I'd love to go to England with you, but I think I have to stay and take responsibility. Whether it's The responsibility for killing my friend is also the responsibility for causing trouble for the people of Gotham."

Grandpa Pound turned his head and looked her up and down, with a kind expression on his face: "That's right, this is the attitude a lady should have, and both ability and responsibility are indispensable."

Marnie couldn't help grinning, and a lovely expression appeared on her ashen face: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?"

"That's not what I mean," Grandpa Pound continued to move his body forward, "But I think your friends are really good, and your friends will influence you."

Marnie nodded, with a relieved expression on her face: "In that case, then I will visit you in London when I have a chance."

Grandpa Pound paused, looked back at her, and said with a smile: "Do you think you still have a choice now? Silly boy, how do you think I found you? Didn't you just watch that video, since If I can find you, others can also find you."

Marnie lowered her head and remained silent.

Grandpa Pound said: "It's good to want to take responsibility, but you can't act blindly. At least you have to save your own life first."

He turned his head and stretched out his hand to Marnie, and said sincerely, "Come with me to London."

Marnie raised her head and hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out her hand to approach his hand, her mood gradually calmed down...Suddenly, Grandpa Pound withdrew his hand.

"I just mean, don't take it to heart, we'll have a long talk after you clean up." He withdrew his hand, "I'm a clean freak."

Marnie: "..." Well, don't stress, I know you despise me!

Although they didn't talk much along the way, they were quite harmonious. Grandpa Pound hummed a ditty happily, but he still refused to talk to her. Marnie babbled a few words, and finally shut up.

She followed Grandpa Pound onto the boat, and the people on the boat didn't look at her strangely at her strange attire, but instead led her to a separate room.

Marnie followed obediently. She was not so obedient in the past, but now she didn't say much. The pound she held tightly in her hand proved that all this was not empty. She chose to believe in that weird old grandpa who had a cleanliness freak.

After she finished grooming, it was almost evening, she was sitting in front of the mirror and brushing her hair, her thoughts were far away, until someone knocked on her door.

It was the old man who came. He also changed his clothes, but he was still wearing a suit. After seeing that Marnie was dressed neatly, he was willing to let her hold his arm. Marnie smiled and stretched out his arm. Stay with him, this gentleman's etiquette is quite perfect, and he will not allow others to disrespect him.

The two walked to the restaurant on the ship. The restaurant was quiet, everyone was enjoying the food, and there was a violinist playing music with his eyes closed.

These people seem to be the real aristocrats.

Marnie thought of this sentence for some reason.

Grandpa Pound pulled her to sit at a table. After she was seated, someone brought food respectfully. After they left, Marnie, who had been holding back for a whole day, finally spoke.

"Sir, you—"

"please wait a while."

He stretched out a finger to Marnie to stop her questioning, then tapped the table with his finger, and a banknote naturally emerged from his suit. Marnie looked at the banknote and found that it was obediently facing Those people flew to his side just now, and landed quietly on his dinner plate, moving carefully, no one noticed.

Marnie withdrew her gaze and looked at the old man with admiration. She couldn't handle the little money so skillfully. She could only use some power to control them when she was in danger. As for other times, she didn't feel it at all. Yes, even if you want to hear Qian speak, you have to work hard.

"It's amazing." She praised sincerely.

Grandpa Pound smiled unceremoniously: "Of course, compared to you, it is indeed very powerful." After speaking, he added silently, "Although these abilities are a piece of cake for us, but you Well...the specific situation should be analyzed in detail, so we can't generalize."

It seems that this is to talk about his life experience?

Excited, Marnie sat up straight: "Excuse me, you said earlier that I'm not an alien, so what am I? I can hear Qian and control them."

"Oh, let's not say a few words, your level is not called control," he said disgustedly, "it's not even self-defense."

But she used small money to kill people, Marnie thought guiltily, isn't this considered self-defense?This could be considered a crime!

"I know what you're thinking," said Grandpa Pound kindly, "It's two different things. From a legal point of view, those people you killed should be killed. From our moral system, you belong to self-defense. "

"Our... moral system?" Marnie asked, blinking. "What is it?"

"Currency union guidelines, involving the use of currency for unfair competition, or even coercion by force, can be cleared directly if the circumstances are serious," Grandpa Pound said, "You are right, Dole. Some things should indeed be treated as The secret is kept forever, and your dean has done a good job."

Finally mentioned the dean!

Marnie listened to his story patiently, but the other party raised her hand to signal her to eat together, with a look of "I will not continue if you don't eat", so Marnie had to pick up the knife and fork.

"Let me think, where should I start to introduce you..." He touched his chin, "Well, maybe I should correct your wrong perception first. You are not an alien, and neither am I. We are this Creatures on earth, and we have a long history of existence, and we are not weak, let alone an endangered species that is about to become extinct."

He raised his fork: "So you should be proud. We are very prosperous now, and we are a proud race."

"Then what am I?" Marnie couldn't help asking.

"Call it whatever you want," Grandpa Pound shrugged, "but since you have lived with human beings for so long, then you should be more accepting of saying 'we are actually money that has become spirits'."

God damn became fine.

Marnie was beyond shocked.

"Successful and successful???" Marnie couldn't speak fluently, "Metaphysics? Demonic arts?"

Grandpa Pound rolled his eyes: "Ma'am, I hope you can use the words more accurately. Hey, let me tell you this, we are in charge of currency operations-even though humans will write in books that this is all market manipulation. But In fact, this weakens the function of currency, and currency changes are both appearance and essence.”

"The appearance is that all money flows according to the needs of the market. The essence is that we can manipulate the flow of money, but they don't understand it."

He smiled and looked at Marnie's stunned look, and said: "The simple understanding is that we are responsible for supporting the economic backbone of this planet. You know how important this is. The source and reason of all development is economy, wealth, and money." .”

Marnie continued to ask with a pale face, "So... I'm not human?"

"I can understand your discomfort with the change of your race," Grandpa Pound expressed his understanding. "If you suddenly told me that I am not British, but a Yankee, I would probably have the same expression."