Shadow of the Beautiful World

House-elves have served wizards for thousands of years.

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

Therefore, Her Majesty Artoria was very satisfied with the first meal in Hermione's apartment, whether it was the dishes or the portion of the meals, which was used to entertain the King of Heroic Knights.

The young knight king had quite a demeanor when she was eating, but she was extremely focused when enjoying the food.

Merlin and Icarus were saying goodbye to Hermione while Arturia was enjoying the meal. The matter was over and they were going back to Wasteland Hell.

I have left enough magic gems for you.

Merlin told Hermione:

Pay attention to replenishing the heroic spirit's magic power in time, especially after the battle is over. If the magic power is lacking, her combat effectiveness will be reduced.

And from what I've seen of her, your Heroic Spirit has a very high level of power. If it's not necessary, don't let her get involved in battles in this world. It might cause you trouble.

I'll pay attention.

Hermione glanced back at the upright Arturia who was sitting at the dining table. She brushed her long hair and said to Merlin:

I will continue to collect the holy relics of the heroic spirits to prepare for the battle for the Supreme Mage. Is there anything else you want to tell me? Merlin.

You are almost close to the great wizard, you can handle these things yourself.

Merlin patted Hermione on the shoulder and said:

The only thing to pay attention to is, don't summon some heroic spirits that conflict with Arturia's personality, such as Mordred, and the restless candidate, His Majesty Doom, may 'visit' you in the near future.

Merlin pointed to the King of Knights who was eating, and he said:

Just let her deal with it.

Um.

Hermione nodded.

Then let's do this first.

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

Behind him, Icarus pushed her black-rimmed glasses, and she said to Hermione:

The sword is left to you for the time being, and I will take it back after the battle for the Supreme Mage is over. In addition, I would like to ask you to use your local connections to help me find the descendant of Earl Fulgan.

Um?

Hermione stared at Icarus, and she said:

Are you interested in the 12 Iron Knights?

Those are the 12 legendary warriors of Cybertron. It is impossible to say that they are not interested.

The glasses girl said frankly:

The Mechanicus needs high-end combat power, and they will also become a powerful help for your brother in the hell war. In short, try to find them, and let me know if you have any news.

OK.

Hermione thought about it, then agreed.

After watching Icarus also walk into the portal and disappear, Hermione returned to the restaurant. After chatting with her heroic spirit, she picked up the mobile phone at hand and dialed a number.

Make an appointment for me.

Hermione said to the other end of the phone in a gentle and calm tone:

I will visit Buckingham Palace in the afternoon. The Ministry of Magic has some matters related to the nobles, and I need to ask Her Majesty the Queen for verification.

Are you going to visit the queen of this era?

After Hermione finished calling, Artoria's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

The witch put down the phone, turned her head, looked at the King of Knights who was drinking the soup gracefully with a spoon, and said:

Yeah, do you want to go with me too? Look at the kingship in this era.

She's Celtic?

Artoria put down the spoon and asked.

Hermione shrugged and said:

Probably not.

forget about it.

Under the sunlight, the King of Knights smiled a little lonely, and she said:

Although I say I don't care about it, in fact, I still care about it. I understand that my era has long passed, but this land no longer belongs to me after all.

But your legend continues to spread.

Hermione stepped forward and stood behind Artoria. In the warm sunlight, she stretched out her fingers to help Artoria smooth the long hair on her shoulders. She said softly:

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

No more King Arthur.

Arturia picked up the spoon, and gently patted Hermione's hand away from touching the golden hair on her head, she said:

Now there is only Artoria Pendragon, an ordinary heroic spirit, fighting for the master. Maybe you should tell me about the battle, so I can prepare in advance.

You won't go to war alone.

Hermione leaned on Artoria's shoulder, and she said:

I will give you the knights who are ready to follow you. Perhaps, you can tell me the cemetery of the knights of the round table. It is actually quite interesting to summon them.

The King of Knights hesitated, and she said:

My story with the knights is complicated, Master.

Call me Hermione.

The witch said gently:

The relationship between us is not a relationship between superiors and subordinates. You can regard me as your friend in this era.

Well, Hermione, there are a lot of stories you don't know.

Artoria scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into her mouth with an expression of enjoyment on her face.

she says:

The Knights of the Round Table are only a symbol of unity and victory in the story, but in reality, there are many contradictions between us. Call others and don't disturb their rest.

Well, then as you wish, my lord.

Hermione chuckled, she stood up, took Artoria's hand, and walked to the changing room.

She said to the King of Knights:

You should go with me in the afternoon. His Majesty Doom, who is so unlikable, will 'visit' at any time. You have to protect me. Come and choose some clothes for you.

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

In South Africa, a team of biologists is placing special instruments above a canyon to capture the occasional trace of the ancient titan Abaddon.

The strange radiation sources that suddenly appeared in the seas all over the world caused commotion among the hidden Titans in the whole world, and South Africa was no exception.

However, the legendary Beast Abaddon is a very mysterious character. In the past hundred years, there are only a few witnesses to prove it. Some people say that it is a giant rhinoceros carrying a mountain, and some people say that it is a huge tortoise and so on.

But one thing is certain.

It is hidden under the South African land, and it is very large in size and amazing in strength.

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

His name is John Hardmon, and he is a well-known old scientist in the field of ancient biology.

He is also a member of the Emperor Organization, but he is more of a peripheral member. It's not that his research level is not enough to be recognized, but that Dr. Hardmon is not very interested in Titans.

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, there is a large mosquito that lived in the Jurassic era sealed.

The most wonderful thing is that the mosquito was instantly wrapped in amber tens of thousands of years ago, so the blood absorbed in its body is still intact.

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

But the problem is that although amber is good, there are only a few blood components in it, and in recent years, the World Security Council has been suppressing dangerous biological experiments, which made it impossible for Dr. Hardmond to attract investment.

Scientific research 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 remain on paper.

Come on, guys!

Under the sunlight, Dr. Hadmon reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. The old and vigorous scientist shouted to the busy young people behind him:

Get the equipment set up early, and then we'll go back to Johannesburg, and I'll buy you a drink! I came here a few years ago, and the local girls are very enthusiastic.

The old doctor's words caused a burst of laughter, but under his leadership, the execution ability of this temporary team is still very strong.

Doctor, I have your call.

Just ten minutes later, when the last shock monitor was installed, a soldier from the Emperor Organization, who was in charge of protecting the scientists, handed over the satellite phone to the old doctor.

The latter put the satellite phone to his ear in doubt.

He didn't know who would contact him at this time.

Hammond, have you read the news today?

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

Jeff, you should know where I am. Don't talk about the news. I don't even have last week's newspaper. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm still busy here.

The caller was an investor in Dr. Hardmon's biological laboratory in Montana, a typical speculator who talked about profits and the like.

The old scientist hated him very much.

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

Okay, I'll get it straight.

Jeff said excitedly on the phone:

The Osborne Group has restarted their biotechnology laboratory!

what is this?

The old doctor frowned deeper, and he said:

The biological laboratory of the Osborne Group has been operating, and they have many laboratories, which really makes me very envious, but which one are you talking about?

Biological Warfare Technology Laboratory! The laboratory that specializes in the development of biological weapons! They have also received research permission from Congress!

Jeff screamed:

Do you know what that means?

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

He responded:

Of course I know that the official suppression of dangerous biological experiments is over! It's great that we can restart the dinosaur cloning experiment openly! I rushed back to the laboratory immediately, and we started working immediately! I can't wait.

Come back soon!

Investor Jeff also said with joy:

Our 'Jurassic Park' project is finally about to start. I have contacted several investors and they all expressed interest. I need you to come back and talk to them.

In addition, there is something else to tell you, which is also a very good thing.

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

What else is there to do? Come on, don't keep it up!

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

Jeff lowered his voice and said:

I also just got the news. It is said that among those samples, there are some dinosaur blood samples and complete biologically active tissue samples!

How can this be?

The old doctor asked in surprise:

There is no such thing in this world, 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, and he also knows very well what kind of life exists in that dangerous underground world.

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

He said:

Jeff, you go to New York immediately and buy those samples! Also, do you know where the samples came from? Who sold them?

That's not clear.

The investor replied:

I just heard from some friends that there are rumors that a ship fishing in the Pacific Ocean picked up these samples from the sea and packed them in a very sophisticated iron box.

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

Okay, I'm still thinking about getting a way to go to the underground world from the seller.

The old doctor said something with regret.

He added:

In short, the batch of samples must be obtained, Jeff, if you want to see living, cloned, reproductive dinosaurs within 2 years, then you must work harder.

I'm leaving now.

The investor on the phone quickly hung up the communication, and while the propellers of the helicopter were spinning, the old doctor also rushed to the nearest airport with the team that was about to be disbanded.

In fact, it wasn't just Dr. Hammond who had tasted the change in official attitude from the news of the restart of Osborn's War Biotechnology Laboratory.

Other scientists or secret organizations whose official suppression made it impossible to conduct experiments have also begun to hear the news.

Many dangerous biological researches have been restarted, and the wave of biological enhancement technology that was once all the rage will come again.

Of course, open access to biological research is no longer a big deal in a world already filled with too many strange things.

The world is always changing.

Now, it's just changed a little more dramatically.

New York, Osborne Group headquarters.

In Norman Osborn's office, the chairman of the Osborne Group was clutching the phone with a rare look of anger, almost out of control.

He screamed over the phone:

Tell me! What is 'lost'?

I spent so much money to hire you, but you can't even look down on a spider! What use do I need you!

You are fired!