Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The house elves have served the wizards for thousands of years.

No matter who they are, they have very good cooking skills.

Therefore, in Hermione’s apartment for the first meal of the Knight of the Spirit, whether it’s the color of the meal or the portion of the meal, His Majesty Altria was very satisfied.

The girl knight king had a certain manner when dining, but she was very attentive while enjoying the food.

While Merlin and Icarus were taking advantage of Altria's meal, they said goodbye to Hermione. The matter was over, and they were returning to the wasteland.

"I left you enough magic gems."

Merlin told Hermione:

"Let's pay attention to add magic power to the heroes in time, especially after the end of the battle, if the magic power is lacking, she will make her combat power decline."

"And from my observation of her, your heroic spirit level is very high, if not necessary, don't let her intervene in the battle of this world, this may cause you trouble."

"I will pay attention."

Hermione glanced back at the straight Altria sitting at the dining table. She dialed her long hair and said to Merlin:

"I will continue to collect the holy relics of the heroes and prepare for the battle of the Supreme Master. Is there anything else to tell me? Merlin."

"You are almost approaching the wizard, you just have to squeeze these things yourself."

Merlin patted Hermione's shoulder. He said:

"The only thing to note is, don’t summon some heroes who have a personality that is opposite to Altria, such as Modred... Also, the restless candidate, His Majesty Dumm, may visit him recently. 'you."

Merlin pointed to the cavalier who was eating. He said:

"Let her deal with it."

"Ok."

Hermione nodded.

"Then let's do this first."

Merlin waved his hand to open the portal to the wasteland, he stepped into it, and soon disappeared.

Behind him, Icarus shoved her black frame glasses, and she said to Hermione:

"That sword will be left to you for a while, and I will take it back after the battle of Supreme Masters. In addition, I want to ask you to help me find the descendant of the Earl of Fuggen with your local connections."

"Ok?"

Hermione stared at Icarus, she said:

"Are you interested in 12 Steel Knights?"

"That's the 12 legendary warriors of Cybertron...It would be impossible to say that you are not interested."

The glasses mother said frankly:

"Mechanics need high-end combat power, and they will also become your brother's powerful help in **** wars. In short, try your best to find it and let me know if you have any news."

"Ok."

After thinking for a while, Hermione agreed.

After watching Icarus walk into the portal and disappear, Hermione returned to the restaurant, she chatted with her hero, and picked up the mobile phone in hand and dialed a number.

"Make an appointment for me."

Hermione said softly and calmly to the other end of the phone:

"I will visit Buckingham Palace in the afternoon. The Ministry of Magic has some affairs between nobles and needs to be verified face-to-face with Her Majesty the Queen."

"Are you going to visit the queen of this era?"

After Hermione finished the phone call, Altria's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

The witch put down her phone and looked back, looking at the cavalier king who was drinking soup elegantly with a spoon. She said:

"Yeah, are you going with me too? Look at the kingship of this era."

"She is a Celtic?"

Altria put down the spoon and asked.

Hermione shrugged and said:

"The high probability is not."

"let it go."

Under the sunlight, the Cavaliers smiled a bit lonely, she said:

"Although I don't care about it, I actually care. I understand that my time is long past, but this land...it doesn't belong to me anymore."

"But your legend still continues to spread."

Hermione stepped forward and stood behind Altolia. In the warm sunshine, she extended her fingers to help Altolia smooth the long hair on her shoulders. She said softly:

"If they knew that King Arthur was really a lovely girl, I'm afraid the whole world would be crazy for you."

"There is no more King Arthur."

Altria picked up the spoon and gently patted Hermione's hand trying to touch the golden dull hair above her head. She said:

"Now only Altria Pendragon, a common hero, fights for the lord... Speaking of it, you should probably tell me about the battle, let me do it well in advance ready."

"You won't be on the battlefield alone."

Hermione lay on Altria's shoulder, she said:

"I will prepare you to follow your knights. Perhaps, you can tell me the cemetery of the round table knights. It is actually very interesting to summon them."

The Cavaliers hesitated, and she said:

"The story of me and the knights is very complicated, Lord."

"Call me Hermione."

The witch said gently:

"We are not in a subordinate relationship, you can think of me as your friend in this era."

"Well, Hermione, many stories you don't understand."

Altria scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on her face.

she says:

"The Knights of the Round Table is only a symbol of unity and victory in the story. In reality, we are also full of contradictions. Call some other people, don't disturb their rest."

"Well...well, then as you wish, my majesty."

Hermione chuckled slightly, and she stood up, holding Altolia's hand, and walked to the dressing room.

She said to the cavalier king:

"You go with me in the afternoon. Your Majesty Doum will ‘visit’ at any time. You have to protect me... Come and choose your clothes.”

"In this era, if you wear this king's dress on the street, it will definitely cause commotion."

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In South Africa, a team of biologists are placing special instruments above a canyon to capture the traces of ancient Titan Abadon that occasionally appear here.

The strange radiation sources suddenly appearing in the sea all over the world make the hidden Titans in the whole world commotion, and South Africa is no exception.

However, the legendary monster Abaddon is a very mysterious character. In the past 100 years, only a few sightings have proved that some people said it was a giant rhinoceros carrying a mountain, and some people said it was a huge tortoise.

But one thing is certain.

It is hidden beneath the ground of South Africa, and its size is very large, and its strength is amazing.

The leader of this team of biologists, an old man in a white shirt and a round-brimmed hat, always carried a cane inlaid with amber.

His name is John Hardmond, an old scientist well-known in ancient biology.

He is also a member of the Emperor Organization, but he is more inclined to the nature of peripheral members. It is not that his research level is not enough for people to recognize, but that Dr. Hardmond is not very interested in Titan.

It is said that in the past few years, he has been obsessed with the research of cloning ancient dinosaurs.

In the amber inlaid with the cane in his hand, a large mosquito living in the Jurassic era was sealed.

The best part is that the mosquito was wrapped in amber tens of thousands of years ago, which caused the blood drawn in it to be kept intact.

The blood from dinosaurs is the basis of Dr. Hadmond's research and a source of confidence.

But the problem is that although amber is good, there are only a few blood components, and in recent years, the World Security Council has been suppressing dangerous biological experiments, resulting in Dr. Hadmond not investing.

Scientific research, this seems to be a matter for scientists, but in fact, it is also a game of capital.

Without a sufficient amount of investment, even the best research projects can only stay on paper.

"Work harder, guys!"

Under the sunlight, Dr. Hardmond stretched out his hand to unbutton the shirt. The sturdy scientist shouted to the busy young people behind him:

"Early set up the equipment early, and then we go back to Johannesburg, and I invite you to drink! I have been here a few years ago, the local girl is very enthusiastic."

The old doctor's words caused a laugh, but under his leadership, the execution of this temporary team was still very strong.

"Doctor, there is your phone."

Just ten minutes later, when the last shock monitor was installed, a soldier from the emperor organization responsible for defending these scientists handed the satellite phone to the old doctor.

The latter doubtfully placed the satellite phone in his ear.

He did not know who would contact him at this time.

"Hammond, did you watch today's news?"

A rushing voice came from the phone, making the old doctor frown, he said:

"Jeff, you should know where I am, not to mention the news. I don’t even have a newspaper last week. If you have anything, just say it. I’m still busy here."

The caller was an investor in Dr. Hadmund's Biology Laboratory in Montana, a typical speculative businessman, and he was talking about profits and the like.

The old scientist did not wait to see him.

But he still needs to be perfunctory every time, after all, that guy is investing in his laboratory.

"Okay, I said it straight."

Jeff said excitedly on the phone:

"The Osborne Group has restarted their biotechnology laboratory!"

"what is this?"

The old doctor frowned deeper. He said:

"The Osborne Group's biolaboratory has been operating, and they have many labs, which really envied me, but which one are you talking about?"

"Biowar Science and Technology Laboratory! That laboratory specializing in the development of biological weapons! They have also obtained the research permission of Congress!"

Jeff screamed:

"Do you know what this represents?"

The old doctor's brows stretched out suddenly, and there was a real smile on his face.

He responded:

"Of course I know that the official suppression of the dangerous biological test is over! We can just restart the dinosaur clone test...so great! I rushed back to the laboratory immediately and we started work immediately! I can't wait any longer."

"Come back!"

Investor Jeff said with joy:

"Our "Jurassic Park" project is finally about to begin. I have contacted several investors. They all expressed their interest. I need you to come back and talk to them."

"In addition, there is something to tell you, which is also a great thing."

The old doctor had already rushed to the helicopter parked nearby. He grabbed the satellite phone and asked:

"What else is good? Come on, don't sell it!"

"Some samples are being sold on the black market over New York."

Jeff lowered his voice, he said:

"I also just got the news. It is said that there are some blood samples of dinosaurs and complete biologically active tissue samples in those samples!"

"How can this be?"

The old doctor asked in surprise:

"There is no more in this world... Oh, yes, I know! Someone must have entered the underground hollow world, and came back alive, and brought back some'local specialties'."

As a member of the Emperor Organization, Dr. Hardmond is no stranger to the theory of the underground hollow world. He also knows clearly what kind of life exists in the dangerous underground world.

He can basically conclude that Jeff's news is true.

He says:

"Jeff, you go to New York immediately and buy all the samples! And, do you know where the samples come from? Who sold them?"

"This is not clear."

The investor replied:

"I just listened to some friends saying that there was a rumor that yes, a boat fishing in the Pacific Ocean took this batch of samples from the sea and was packed in a very precise iron box."

"But I think it should be fake. How could such a thing be picked up by a group of fishermen."

"Well, I still thought about how to get to the underground world from the seller."

The old doctor said with regret.

He also said:

"In short, the batch of samples must be available, Jeff. If you want to see a living, cloned, and capable dinosaur within 2 years, then you have to work harder."

"I will start now."

The investor on the phone quickly hung up the communication, and while the helicopter's propeller was flying, the old doctor also rushed to the nearest airport with the team to be disbanded.

In fact, it wasn’t just Dr. Hammond who tasted the official attitude change from the news of Osborne’s war biotechnology laboratory restart.

Scientists or secret organizations that have been officially suppressed by experiments that have been unable to conduct experiments have also begun to hear the news.

Many dangerous biological studies have been restarted, and the once-popular trend of bio-enhanced technology will come again.

Of course, for a world that is already filled with too many strange things, open biology research is no longer a big deal.

The world has been changing.

Now, it just changed a little bit more drastically.

New York, the headquarters of the Osborne Group.

In Norman Osborne's office, the chairman of the Osborne Group is holding the phone, with a rare expression of anger, almost out of control.

He screamed over the phone:

"Tell me! What is "lost"?"

"I spent so much money hiring you, but you can't even hold a spider! What use do I want you to have!"

"You... were fired!"

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