The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the filming room of the BBC headquarters building in London, England, Bruce took a cup of hot coffee from his assistant and smiled at him.

A blond female producer came over and shook Bruce's hand and said, Thank you very much, Mr. Wayne, if it weren't for you, this variety show project might take five or six years to meet the public.

No, it is precisely because I had a similar idea that I set up this black diamond puzzle many years ago. I can cooperate with the BBC to meet outstanding talents from all over the world and compete for the millionaire position in the competition. It’s also a wish fulfilled.”

The female producer smiled, squeezed Bruce's hand tightly, and said, It's my honor to cooperate with you... Oh, the script is ready, let's start.

Bruce nodded and finally adjusted his suit, looked at the camera lens under the guidance of the director, and showed a standard smile.

Hey viewers, I'm Bruce Wayne.

Yeah, that 'rich bastard' you always talk about, I don't think anyone wants to see me on such a beautiful morning - but what about a million dollars behind me?

Good news guys, I have long wanted to see you poor ghosts fighting for money, so a few years ago, I cut a precious black gemstone into a thousand pieces and buried them all over the world. In this program, you will see all kinds of tricks that experts from all walks of life use to compete for this million dollars.

The conditions for victory are very simple. Find the fragments and bring them to me. Whoever brings back the most fragments will win, but the premise is that there must be no less than one thousand fragments.

Bruce stood up, walked to the camera, and said in a low voice.

According to the rumors when I got the gem, there is a terrible curse on this precious black gem, only the most daring adventurers can participate, because of this, don't try to fake it, I will not be deceived by your little tricks .”

However, I can't bear the responsibility of you being cursed, and no one wants to see you explode and die during the show, so anyone who touches the black diamond with your body - you are eliminated.

Cooperation, competition, or to be straightforward... fighting, it's up to you to decide. Now, the game begins!

With a click the TV was turned off, and the red hood sitting in front of the table covered his face with his hands, he said with a long sigh: I often think that Batman is a bit too old-fashioned, but this...he is a bit too trendy!

Then he said with some doubts: I remember that the variety show Millionaire was broadcast on TV in 1998, right? Well, it seems that he spent a lot of money to buy people from the TV station.

Schiller, who was sitting by the window, closed the book in his hand, pointed to the seat opposite and said, You have been studying for a few days, how is it? Is there anything you don't understand?

As for the skills of conversation guidance, I think I have learned pretty well, but the macro part... Red Hood frowned and shook his head. I got it in practice, although I also like to read some miscellaneous books, but I seldom learn techniques from books, if possible, Professor, I think I may need some practical guidance.”

Schiller nodded in satisfaction and said: The reason why Jason Todd is my favorite student is that he has a long mouth, he will open his mouth to ask if he doesn't understand, and he will tell me if he doesn't understand. Half of the communication skills will not wait until now to graduate.

Red Hood grinned brightly, and only then did he reveal some youthful naivety, like a bird nestled next to an eagle and trying to puff out its fluffy feathers on its chest.

Well, I'll take you to hell, and you can see how I communicate with the devil in hell, how about it?

Red Hood nodded vigorously, but soon he asked hesitantly: I heard that you are here to teach Bruce magic?

Schiller closed the book and stood up, glanced at the TV that had been turned off, and said, He will have to study half as hard as you, and he won't graduate until now.

Schiller walked to the cabinet and took out a piece of paper with a string of numbers left by Constantine on it. After Schiller dialed the number according to the string of numbers, the phone emitted a burst of light.

Then Schiller picked up the glowing receiver and dialed Constantine, and said, John, open the channel to the dream world, I'm going to take Jason to hell... yes, right now, okay, goodbye.

After putting down the phone, Schiller took out another bottle of wine from his wine cabinet, and said to the red hood, Theoretically, we can go to hell through the magic circle, but it's a bit slow. When I went to hell before, Beacons have been left in many places, and Constantine has the authority of the dream world given to him by the Oneiroi, so he needs to go faster in the dream world.

Come on, drink up, and I'll take you to meet an old friend that one of my personalities met in hell.

Red Hood knew that what Schiller said, Going to the dream world will be faster should be unexpectedly fast, but he didn't expect that when he drank the wine and felt a burst of dizziness, followed by a terrible weightlessness, he bowed his head Find yourself in freefall above a demon king's castle.

boom!

Aw!

The red hood fell heavily to the ground. It didn't hurt, but it was quite scary. The overall feeling was a bit like a dream, but he was not awakened by the scene of falling from such a high altitude.

After he got up, he found that Schiller was already waiting for him in front of the gate of the Devil's Castle.

The two walked into the magnificent gate from the drawbridge, and the blood-red battle flag hanging on the city wall read Long Live Azazel in the common characters of demons.

Azazel is a mass of black mist floating in the air, and there are countless pairs of eyes emitting golden light in the black mist. When he saw Schiller walking into his throne hall with a red hood, he used that kind of asked in a low, vague tone.

Schiller, what are you doing here?

Of course I'm here to talk to you.

I don't need a pope, I don't trade power, I start no wars, I have no revenge, no envious demons or angels, no interest in anything outside my palace.

If Azazel had a head, he should be shaking into a rattle by now.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Azazel stared at him with several pairs of eyes, and then said, If you say that you or your students want to be my pope, my name will be Lucifer now.

No wonder you can live for so long, and you can still share Satan's power from Lucifer, His Majesty Azazel.

Don't praise me, if you have nothing to do, go quickly.

I really have something to do. Schiller began to pace in Azazel's palace, and said with his head down: When Lucifer came to hell and took the seat of Satan, he gave the power to the devil in hell. Two demon kings form a new trinity, and these two demon kings are you and Beelzebub.

Later, the ancient demon king Belial was unwilling to do so, and even wanted to monopolize Satan's position, and that idiot Grand Duke Astro even provoked a protracted war in hell.

Everything is over. Azazel said in a deep voice: Thanks to you and your student Batman, hell is extremely peaceful now, so no matter what conditions you ask, I have no need to negotiate with you. Enjoying my current power and status, there is no need to go any further.

Really? But you have many agents in the human world.

Although Azazel didn't have eyebrows, the red hood could still tell that Azazel's mood immediately changed after Chanle's words came out.

Are you threatening me? But I didn't break the agreement between heaven and hell. All my agents signed the contract with me voluntarily, and I didn't treat them badly, at least with those demons who like to torture believers Than, I am tolerant enough.

Of course, Your Majesty, but have you ever thought that you are a little too lenient?

Azazel's eyes narrowed slightly in the black mist, Schiller stopped, turned to look at him and said: I know what you have done to humans, you keep lowering the threshold of contracts, borrowing more and more The more power you have, the more you can adapt the power to the human body, and continuously expand the base of mages so that you can charge more interest.

This is indeed a good way. You are making the magic world more and more dependent on you. The longer it lasts, the less autonomy the magic world and magicians will have. In the end, they can only kneel at your feet and ask you Pray for strength.

Do you want to stop this? Azazel's tone became more and more low, even threatening.

Unexpectedly, Schiller shook his head easily and said, No, I want to contribute to all this.

Azazel's countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness widened, and then he heard Schiller say.

If I'm not wrong, your plan has reached a bottleneck period. If the number of mages continues to expand, it will attract the attention of the angels. And in your contract with heaven, it should be written that you can't interfere with the human world. Normal order.

What is the normal order is determined by the angels. In this regard, you have no initiative. Once you cross the line, they have a reason to attack you at any time. The church is the best knife in their hands.

Your Majesty Azazel, you invested a lot of power in the early stage to expand the basic board of believers, but now, because of the agreement with heaven, the number and scale of believers have reached the bottleneck period, and if you want to recover the cost of the initial investment , what are you going to do?

Azazel was a little dazed by him, not because the situation Schiller said was so difficult to understand. Azazel knew more about the plight of hell than Schiller.

Since the emergence of humans, demons have been labeled as villains, so it takes more effort for them to expand believers than angels. The devil kings of hell have spent a lot of money to open up this shortcut in the magic world.

Not only are magicians not ashamed to borrow power from demons, but they are also proud of borrowing a lot and borrowing quickly. This is an important stronghold for demon kings and angels to fight, and there is no room for loss.

But just like what Schiller said, the number and power level of the magic world is basically saturated now. If it continues to expand, it is likely to be wiped out by the church. The witch hunt back then was the result of the demon kings testing the bottom line .

On the bright side, demonic monarchs can’t compete with angels. The human world is still the territory of the church, and demons can only do some private transactions. If they don’t give them more power, why should they believe you or not the church?

Demons can only buy horse bones with thousands of dollars, which is why the church always prohibits people from studying forbidden powers. Although the forbidden powers provided by demons are evil, they are really powerful.

The previous war provoked by Grand Duke Astro also consumed a lot of power of the demon kings. On the one hand, it was the output of the power of the human world, and on the other hand, it was an internal war. up.

But there is no good solution to this situation. Most of the demons can only consume it like this, and they can only fight for their wealth, but in this way, the vitality of hell will be continuously consumed, which is in the arms of those angels.

The human world is like a chain holding demons, and also like a thorn in their hearts. Sooner or later, all power will be drained by this blood vessel. Azazel can see such a future, but he is powerless. Change.

What can you do? Azazel had to ask, he knew how dangerous it was to cooperate with Schiller, but he had no choice.

Your Majesty Azazel, after years of painstaking efforts, your foundation of believers in the human world must have stabilized, right?

certainly.

So, your believers are very devout to you?

You can say that.

Then why don't you harvest them?

Azazel's countless pairs of golden eyes stared closely at Schiller through the black mist. He observed the indifferent expression on Schiller's face, and was silent for a long time before speaking.

Do you know what you're talking about? You want me, a demon, to take the souls of your kind?

That's too low-level, Your Majesty, souls can only be harvested once, but if you only give them a little power and let them find other powers for you, you can harvest more.

Schiller looked up at one of Azazel's eyes, and spoke his real purpose in a cold tone, as if pulling out a sharp dagger that had been hidden for a long time.

Or, we can also unite all the demons in hell to harvest the entire magic world. The monopoly step has been completed, and the next steps are refusal to deliver, breach of contract, and collective price hikes.

Azazel stared at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at him and said, Belial and Astro are dead, Beelzebub is on our side, and the remaining demon kings are useless.

Schiller looked down at his palm, and his low voice echoed in the throne hall.

As long as you give an order, the demons will collectively break the contract-the precious birds in the magic world who are used to flying will never bear to break their wings, crawl awkwardly on the ground, and let the mud stain their feathers.

At that time, they will prostrate themselves at your feet, praying to you for strength at all costs, and repaying the price they deserved for trying to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods as weak creatures.

On a rainy night in Gotham, a female figure carrying a cello box walked slowly on the street. She heard the sound of a variety show advertisement coming from the shop window, but she didn't stop because of the cold and sadness Makes her want to hurry back to the rented apartment and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace.

And just as she hurriedly opened the door, the enchanted phone floated up and rang harshly. She put down the violin case in her hand and walked over to answer the phone.

Zhatana! Xiao Zha! It's me, I'm your Uncle Scott! A scream that didn't resemble a human came from the phone: Xiao Zha! My contracted Lord Stross has broken the contract! I can't I used magic! I have become an ordinary person!

The tone of the man opposite was trembling, he almost cried and said: And your Uncle Pork, Aunt Stuart, and, and your cousin and nephew, the magic family is over! We are over!

The demons collectively broke the contract! The magic world is completely over!!!

With a snap, the phone receiver fell to the floor, and Miss Magician was no longer in the dark apartment room.

No one sleeps in London tonight.

Too many little idiots were cheated in the previous big incident

So let's go straight to the behind-the-scenes perspective this time