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

The blonde-haired female producer walked over and shook Bruce's hand and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would be five or six years before this variety show project could be seen by the public."

"No, it's because I had a similar idea that I set up this black diamond puzzle many years ago, and it was a reward to be able to work with the BBC to meet the best people in the world and compete for the millionaire spot."

The female producer smiled, squeezed Bruce's hand hard, and said, "It's been an honor to work with you...

··· Oh, the manuscript is ready, let's get started."

Bruce nodded, adjusted his suit one last time, and looked at the camera lens as the director guided him to give a standard smile.

"Hey, listeners, I'm Bruce Wayne.

"Yes, that 'rich bastard' you guys talk about a lot, and I don't think anyone wants to see me on such a nice morning - but what if you add a million dollars behind me?"

"Good news, guys, I've been wanting to see you poor guys fight for money, so a few years ago, I cut a precious black gem into a thousand pieces and buried it all over the world, and you'll see all sorts of experts in this show come up with a lot of tricks to fight for that million dollars."

"The conditions for victory are very simple, find the fragments to bring to me, and whoever brings the most fragments will win, but the premise is that there are no less fragments of a thousand fragments."

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

"According to rumors from the time I acquired the gem, this precious black gem has a terrible curse on it, and only the most daring adventurers can participate in it, which is why don't think about fakes, I will not be deceived by your little tricks."

"However, I can't afford to be damned, and no one wants to see you explode to death on the show, so anyone who touches black diamonds physically - you're eliminated."

"Cooperation, competition, or to put it bluntly······ It's up to you to fight, and now, the game begins!"

The TV was turned off with a "click", and Red Hood, who was sitting at the table, covered his face with his hands, and he let out a long sigh and said, "I often think Batman is a bit too old-fashioned, but this ······ He's a little too trendy!"

Then he said with some doubts: "I remember that the variety show "Millionaire" was only broadcast on TV in 1998, right? Well, it seems that he didn't spend less money to buy the people of the TV station."

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

"I think I've learned pretty well about the skills of conversation facilitation, but the macro part is ·····." Red Hood frowned and shook his head, he gestured with his hand, and then said, "Most of my life experience in the first half of my life was gained through practice, although I also like to read some miscellaneous books, but I rarely learn technology from books, if I can, professor, I think I may need some practical guidance."

Schiller nodded with 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 questions if he can't understand, and if he can't understand it, he will tell me that some people have half of your communication skills, and they won't wait until now to graduate."

Red Hood grinned a big grin, and only then did he reveal some of his youthful demeanor, like a bird snuggling up to an eagle and trying to puff up its fluffy feathers on its chest.

"Well, I'll take you to Hell, and you can see how I communicate with the Demon King of Hell, how about it?"

Red Hood nodded vigorously, but soon he asked with some hesitation, "I heard you're here to teach Bruce magic?"

Schiller closed his book and stood

He got up, looked at the TV that had been turned off, and said, "He had half of your hard work, and he wouldn't have graduated now."

Schiller walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper with a string of numbers left by Konstantin, and after Schiller had dialed the number, the phone emitted a burst of light.

Then Schiller took the glowing earpiece and dialed Constantine, and said, "John, open the passage to the dream world, and I'm going to take Jason to hell······ Yes, right now, okay, goodbye."

After Schiller put down the phone, he took out a bottle of wine from his wine cabinet and said to the red hood: "Theoretically, we can go to hell through the magic array, but that is a bit slow, when I went to hell before, I left beacons in many places, Constantine has the permission of the dream world given to him by the dream god, and it is faster to go to the dream world."

"Come, drink the wine, and I'll take you to meet an old friend of mine whom I met in hell." Red Hood knew that Schiller's "walking the dream world will be faster" should be surprisingly fast, but he didn't expect that when he drank the wine and felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a terrible feeling of weightlessness, he looked down and found himself in a free fall above a demon king's castle.

"Bang!" "Whew!"

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

When he got up, he found that Schiller was already standing in front of the gate of the demon castle waiting for him.

The two walked through the drawbridge into the grand gate, and the blood-red battle banner hanging from the city wall read "Long live Azazel" in demonic script.

Azazel was a black mist floating in the air, and countless pairs of eyes glowed golden in the black mist, and he asked in that muffled tone when he saw Schiller walking into his throne hall with a red hood.

"Schiller, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to talk to you, of course."

"I don't need a pope, I don't trade power, I don't wage war, I don't want revenge, I don't have jealous demons or angels, I'm not interested in anything outside my palace."

If Azazel had a head, he would have been rocking into a rattle by now.

As soon 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, I will be called Lucifer now."

"No wonder you can live so long and still have a share of Satan's power from Lucifer, Your Majesty Azazaire." Don't praise me, you can leave quickly if you have nothing to do."

"There's something wrong with me." Schiller began to pace around Azazel's palace, bowing his head and saying, "When Lucifer came to Hell and seized the throne of Satan, he will do his best to educate the two demon kings of Hell to form a new Trinity, and these two demon kings are you and Beelzebub."

"Later, the ancient demon king Belel was not willing to do this, and even wanted to monopolize the throne of Satan, and that foolish Grand Duke Astro provoked a protracted war in hell."

"It's all gone." Azazel said in a deep voice, "Thanks to you and your student Batman, Hell is now extremely calm, so I have no need to negotiate with you on whatever conditions you offer, I enjoy my current power and position, and there is no need to go further."

"Really? But you have a lot of agents in the human world."

Although Azazel didn't have eyebrows, the red hood could still see that as soon as Azazel's words came out, Azazel's mood immediately became not very good.

"Are you threatening me? But I have not broken the pact between heaven and hell, all my agents have entered into contracts with me voluntarily, and I have not treated them badly, at least compared to the demons who like to torment believers, I am forgiving enough."

"Of course, Your Majesty, but have you ever thought that you are a little too forgiving."

Azazel's eyes narrowed slightly in the black mist, Schiller stopped, turned his head to look at him, and said, "I know what you have done to humanity, you keep lowering the threshold of the contract, borrowing more and more power,

Let the power become more and more adaptable to the human body, and constantly expand the base number of mages, so as to collect more interest."

"This is indeed a good idea, you are making the wizarding world more and more dependent on you, and the longer this continues, the less autonomy the wizarding world and the magicians will become, and eventually they will only kneel at your feet and ask you for strength."

"Do you want to stop this?" Azazel's tone became increasingly low, even menacing. Unexpectedly, Schiller shook his head easily, and he said, "No, I want to contribute to all this."

Azazel's eyes widened as he hid in the darkness, and then he heard Schiller speak.

"If I'm not mistaken, this plan of yours has reached a bottleneck, and if the number of mages continues to expand, it will attract the attention of the angels, and your contract with Heaven should have written that you must not interfere with the normal order of the human world."

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

"Your Majesty Azazel, you have invested a lot of strength in the early stage to expand the base of believers, but now, because of the agreement with Heaven, the number and scale of believers have reached a bottleneck, and if you want to recover the cost of the initial investment, what do you do?"

Azazel was a little dazed by him, not that Schiller was talking about how difficult the situation was, Azazel knew better than Schiller the predicament of hell right now.

Since the advent of humans, demons have been branded as villains, so it takes much more effort for them to expand their followers than angels, and the demon kings of hell have spent a lot of money to open up this shortcut to the wizarding world.

Instead of being ashamed of borrowing power from demons, the magicians are proud of borrowing a lot and borrowing quickly, which is an important stronghold for the demon kings and angels to fight, and there is no room for error.

But as Schiller said, now the number of people and power levels in the wizarding world are basically saturated, and if it continues to expand, it is likely to be purged by the church, and the witch hunt back then was the result of the demon kings testing the bottom line.

On the bright side, the demon monarch can't compete with the angels, the human world is still the territory of the church, and the demons can only do some private transactions, and don't give stronger power, why should people believe that you don't believe in the church?

Demons can only buy horse bones, which is why the church always forbids people to study the forbidden power, although the forbidden power provided by the demon is evil, but it is really strong.

The war provoked by Grand Duke Astro before also cost the Demon Monarchs a lot of strength, on the one hand, the output of the power of the human world, and on the other hand, the internal war, after so many years, the Demon Monarch with a strong accumulation is also a little stretched.

But there is no good solution to this situation, most demons can only be consumed like this, and they can only fight for who has a strong background, but in this way, the living power of hell will be constantly consumed, and it will be in the hands of those angels.

The human world is like a chain holding demons, and like a thorn piercing their hearts, sooner or later all power will be drained by this blood vessel, and Azazel can see such a future, but he is powerless to change it.

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

"Your Majesty, after years of hard work, you must have stabilized your basic base of believers in the human world, right?"

"Of course."

"So, your followers are devout to you?" "So to speak."

"Then why don't you harvest them?"

Azazel's countless pairs of golden eyes stared at Schiller tightly through the black mist, and 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 give them only a little power, and let them find other power for you, you can reap more."

Schiller looked up at one of Azazel's eyes and spoke in a cold tone of his true purpose

, it's like pulling out a sharp dagger that has been hidden for a long time.

"Or, we can unite all the demons in Hell and harvest the entire wizarding world, and the monopoly is complete, and the next step is refusal to deliver, breach of contract, and collective price increase."

Azazel stared at Schiller, who looked at him and said, "Belel and Astro are dead, and Beelzebub is on our side, and the remaining demon kings will not be on the verge."

Schiller looked down into his palm, and a deep voice echoed through the throne hall.

"At your command, the demons will break the covenant en masse - there is no way that the noble birds of the wizarding world, accustomed to flying, can bear to break their wings and crawl awkwardly on the ground, letting the dirt stain their feathers."

"When the time comes, they will prostrate themselves at your feet and ask you for strength at all costs, to pay the price they have rightfully paid as weak creatures who have tried to stand side by side with the gods."

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

And as she hurriedly opened the door, the enchanted phone floated up and rang with a screeching ring, and she put down the violin case in her hand and walked over to pick it up.

"Zatana! Xiao Za! It's me, I'm your Uncle Scott!" There was a human-like scream on the other side of the phone: "Xiaozha! My contracted Maharaja of Stalos has broken the contract! I can't use magic anymore! I've become a normal person!"

The man across from him trembled in his tone, and he almost cried as he said, "And your Uncle Pock, Aunt Stewart, and your cousin and nephew, the wizarding family is finished!" We're done!"

"The demons have broken the covenant en masse! The wizarding world is completely finished!!

With a "snap", the telephone receiver fell to the floor, and Miss Magician was long gone in the dark apartment room.

No one sleeps tonight in London.