"...so I still don't understand why we came here." Aziraphale patted the folds of his coat shoulders, and said to Crowley in the recording room of the show, "I don't know you Are you interested in variety shows?"

"I'm not interested in variety shows at all," Crowley said in a drawn-out tone, and slowly stretched out on the cold plastic chair in the auditorium, with his hands folded behind his head, "I'm here to arrest people."

Looking at his appearance, Aziraphale felt a little uncomfortable: "Pay attention to the image, Crowley."

The red-haired demon turned a deaf ear.

The angel didn't expect the other party to listen to him, so he curled his lips quietly: "...Okay, arrest someone, you want to arrest Hilda? I don't understand why you want to do this, she didn't run away, she Haven't you been staying in New York all this time?"

"Look at you, angel," Crowley glanced at him, curling the corners of his lips, "you are so naive. Don't forget that she is a woman who can make deals with the devil, not to mention that she is the Lord of the Earth and holds the universe in her hands. Cube, how can such a person be trusted?"

"Isn't she very interested in the mother box?" Aziraphale said, "It's a fair deal. After she helps us find it, and then we settle the matter, give her the mother box. The deal Done, world peace!"

"But I don't have a mother box in my hand." Crowley shrugged.

Aziraphale was startled by this unexpected answer, he jumped up from his seat in an abnormal way, staring at the demon sitting next to him, "What——!!!!"

"Hey!" Someone in the back row dissatisfied, "Can couples please go out if they are arguing?"

Aziraphale quickly apologized to the other party, but Crowley snapped his fingers and used magic to isolate the two of them from the crowded audience in the auditorium.

After casting his magic, he became even more unscrupulous. His first reaction was not to look at the angel who was still staring at him, but to fully stretch out the long legs that were shrunk together because of the narrow seat, and put them on the top of the front seat—— — against the back of the head of the audience in the front row.

Aziraphale was heartbroken at his uncivil behavior: "Crowley, you've changed, I almost don't recognize you—are you sure you have to act so...bad?"

"I was originally a demon," Crowley said, pulling down his sunglasses, his golden pupils still eye-catching in the dark, "or, a snake. You know, I'm bad. You'd better remember that, Aziraphale, demons are bad, so people who have a relationship with demons and can cooperate with demons will not be good people-yes, I am talking about Hilda, I noticed that you seem to be I have a crush on her, oh my god, it really shocks me, if all angels are as naive as you and..." He swallowed the latter adjective that would definitely piss off angels, "... kind, so the future Hell wins that war."

Aziraphale stared at him angrily for a while, sat down angrily, and folded his arms: "I just think we can communicate and cooperate with Hilda in a peaceful way, and then resolve this matter peacefully and amicably." thing."

"Don't be stupid," Crowley rolled his eyes. "She took the Cosmic Cube from the Avengers—do you know what that means? She's a violent person, the kind of person who doesn't think about pros and cons. As for a fair deal... If the mother box is really in my hands, the deal is barely fair, but now, you think Hilda who finally got everything done and found out that she has to find the mother box will I don't think this deal is fair..."

Aziraphale had a certain fantasy: "If we know the location, maybe we can get it directly..."

The demon brutally shattered his fantasy: "Unless you can beat the gang in Atlantis, or the Amazons in Paradise Island."

The angel said stubbornly: "Maybe we can try to communicate with each other..."

"Preaching by the way?" Crowley asked back. "These two places don't like God—"

The corners of Aziraphale's mouth collapsed: "...But, I remember that there are three mother boxes. There is another one in the hands of humans."

"There are too many things in the hands of humans," Crowley said, "but most of the things that are passed on will disappear. They have this ability. You will never guess what was originally entrusted to them." Where does stuff end up. If we can find a needle in a haystack to find the mother box, why not just find it ourselves? I think it’s much easier to find it than to find a box all over the world.”

Aziraphale: "…" He had to admit that Crowley was right.

"So you're here to guard Hilda..."

"It's more sincere—I'm going to urge her to help us solve the urgent task first—if we don't find it soon, there will be a routine work inspection over there in hell, and superheroes, in case they are more obvious than us Found □□..."

The angel thought about the consequences, and couldn't help but exchanged glances with the devil, both of them clearly saw resistance in each other's eyes.

They are very clear that if the superhero finds the boss, the bosses on both sides will be alarmed, and both of them will be in bad luck-this is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is that the original direction of the world will be disturbed, and the consequences It will be unpredictable, maybe the whole world will be in bad luck.

Crowley put on his sunglasses: "When she helps us solve the crisis, I will take her to sneak into Atlantis and take the mother box. I know where it is placed. To be honest, Atlantis took the mother box. The mother box is useless, they are different now, the situation is very chaotic, I think it is better to hand over the mother box to the Lord of Earth, at least she is powerful, even if she meets Steppenwolf, she can easily kill him."

After saying this, Crowley snapped his fingers and released the small magical space.

The lights on the stage were turned on, and the staff and the host were already in place unconsciously. Soon, the contestants would enter the stage, and the staff was holding a microphone to talk to the excited audience about matters needing attention. Aziraphale sat on the seat with a straight posture, not like being in a variety show recording scene, but rather drinking afternoon tea in a royal garden.

He looked at the stage for a while, clapped along with the other audience members very much, and suddenly realized something wrong in Crowley's words: "How do you know where Atlantis put the mother box?"

"...This," Crowley coughed, "didn't I tell you? I wanted to see the legendary holy trident in Atlantis before, so I went looking for it. .”

Aziraphale stared at him, knowing that things were definitely not as simple as he said, he thought for a while, his expression a little horrified: "...you stole the lost sacred trident from the Atlanteans???? !!"

Huge cheers and applause suddenly erupted from the audience, intertwined with the passionate music of the program group, making Crowley's words of defense vague and unconvincing: "Actually, strictly speaking, the Trident is not in Atlanta. Si, so it cannot be counted as Atlanteans..."

Then he raised his hand as if surrendering: "Okay, I admit, I did find the location of the trident..."

Aziraphale: "You stole it?! Crowley!"

"I'm going back!" Crowley said angrily, "Really!"

The angel finally breathed a sigh of relief for the answer, the surroundings had quieted down, and he raised his head, bewildered.Realizing that Hilda had taken center stage, she now looked nothing like the girl Angel had first known who would squat and beg on the curbs of Gotham, but when she opened her mouth, once brought Azra Phil’s slight sense of discomfort reappeared——

It is a certain power, hidden in the sound, flowing in the tone, something that humans cannot perceive.Perhaps only those overly sensitive magical creatures can feel what is hidden in it.

This girl, she is like a container full of energy, the energy is already almost overflowing, every action of her is like shaking the container, and it will uncontrollably bring out a little pouring out. The energy——As an angel, Aziraphale has stayed in the human world for too long. Facing this extremely pure energy whose source is completely unknown, not only can't adapt, but he will feel uncomfortable and dizzy.

He didn't realize it at first, and it wasn't until their second meeting that Aziraphale finally understood why Hilda was able to sing that demon song.

Because purely in terms of power level, Hilda is already equal to or even higher than the devil's energy level.

...was Crowley aware of this too?That's why it is so urgent to use Hilda's help to solve their "little troubles" as much as possible before unpredictable accidents happen.

The singing is still going on, and Hilda is singing a song with a gentle tune. In the lyrics, the lonely siren sings the eternal moonlight beside the vast sea, and under the moonlight, she sings in an almost innocent tone. Remembering the one and only human lover in his eternal life.

Aziraphale has never heard of this song, but this does not prevent him from seeing the moonlight falling on the sea water from Hilda's voice, and does not prevent him from feeling empathetic to the lonely siren .

He's a delicate and sensitive person who wept over the drama of Ophelia's death, and certainly felt lost about the atmosphere the song created.

He opened his eyes, glanced at Crowley beside him, calmed down slightly, and couldn't help whispering to him: "...It is said that Hilda also has a human lover, do you think this song is about her expressing herself? Feelings?"

"Come on," Crowley said deliberately disdainfully, glancing at the angel, "her human lover is rich, and the poor jingle sailor in this song can't compare!"

Aziraphale: "…"

"As for other issues, don't worry," Crowley twitched his lips. "There are ways to prolong human life in the world... How can an ordinary human resist the temptation of eternal life?"

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