My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

A quarter past four on Saturday morning, outside the castle, in the vegetable garden covered by the "Ultimate Armor Protection".

"You're not going to be irritated, are you, buddy?"

Dante, a half-human-demon hybrid who was not afraid of the Warm Snow curse, squatted on the ground, wiping his beloved ebony and white ivory, and looked at Latarn strangely as he wielded the giant steel hoe and dug up a row of infected lettuce with its roots in a few strokes, "Why are you doing these farm work so early in the morning?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka was wearing a gas mask, his eyes full of concern behind the round eyepieces: "I know that Professor Dumbledore's behavior yesterday was really... If you're upset, why don't we go kill a time traveler to vent our anger?"

Latan slammed his hoe into the ground and glared at them both. "Is this the image of me in your mind as a petty, vindictive person?"

"Isn't it!" Minamoto Kiyotaka was extremely surprised.

"The punishment you Germans gave to the time travelers last night was pretty explosive even during World War II, buddy." Dante put his fingers under his nose to pretend to have a mustache. "I almost thought you invited Adolf to possess you."

"Go away, you are the reincarnation of Mussolini."

Latan stood up with the help of his hoe, compressed the contaminated lettuce into a tiny ball with gravity magic, and burned it to ashes with a crimson beam from his right eye. He asked his two colleagues seriously, "Do you know what is most important to the people?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka tilted his head and thought for a while: "Fame?"

Dante rubbed his fingertips in a mercenary manner: "Money?"

"No, it's food." Latan bent down and grabbed a handful of black fertile soil, letting it slowly flow through his fingers. "When disaster strikes, reputation is nothing but clouds, and money is just waste paper. The only thing that matters is filling our stomachs. We can even say that whoever can feed everyone wins the hearts of the people."

Dante nodded, not quite understanding. "But what does this have to do with the farm work you do to these Muggles early in the morning? If we wizards want to farm, can't we just wave our wands and sprinkle some potions?"

"There are only about 3,000 people in the whole of Britain who can use magic. What about the other 66 million ordinary people who can't use magic? They all rely on 3,000 wizards to support them? This is obviously unrealistic."

Latan bent down to continue digging out the infected crops, and amid the rustling sound of the hoe cutting the plant roots, he said: "Let's ignore the 66 million ordinary people for now. Among the 3,000 wizards, how many can support themselves with a piece of land? Do you know when to plant what crops? Do you know how much water to apply? Do you know when to remove insects, when to fertilize, and when to transplant seedlings?"

This series of questions stunned Dante, and he stammered, "I only know four ways to make Margherita pizza..."

Minamoto Kiyotaka pointed at him and laughed, "A pure-blooded Italian."

"Now you know, right? Farming looks difficult, but it's actually not easy at all. There's a lot of knowledge involved."

Latan was facing the black soil with his back to the sky, swinging the hoe with gusts of wind. His steady movements were full of power, like a heavy industrial machine running under the drive of hydraulic devices.

"Food is the basis of life, and it is also the basis and lifeblood of civilization. Without farming, there would be no food, and there would be no developed human civilization today. I must not only learn advanced theoretical studies, but also learn the crafts that lay the foundation of civilization. Only in this way can I truly put knowledge into practice."

"I always feel..." Minamoto Kiyotaka looked Latarn up and down, "You seem a little different from yesterday?"

Latan turned the newly dug row of diseased crops into ashes, and immediately began to tackle the next row. He smiled and said, "I talked a lot with my father last night..."

Dante covered his chest and cried out sadly: "You actually betrayed our Father's Alliance!"

"I don't even have a biological father, so shut up!" Minamoto Kiyotaka glared at Dante fiercely, "Latan, keep talking."

"He pointed out the mistake I had been making all along, which was to assume that knowledge should be profound and dangerous, while ignoring the experience and wisdom accumulated by the general public over thousands of years. I also lacked the mindset of popularizing and facilitating high-precision technology, and indulged in the sense of superiority brought about by 'elitist minority'."

Latan moved his shoulders and looked at the land he had turned over with his hands. The Flame of Magnus spurted out from his right eye, completely destroying any remaining warm snow in the soil. His smile was filled with pride after his labor: "And now, I can see the road ahead! A red, communist road!"

"Uh... I don't mean to pour cold water on you, but how can you ensure that you don't deviate from the correct path?" Minamoto Kiyotaka raised his palm and made a gesture of leaning to the left. "You know, the atrocities committed by the Khmer Rouge between 1976 and 1978 caused 300 million people to die of famine, forced labor, disease and persecution."

"You have discovered the key to the problem. I need one or more supervisors who can supervise the actions with an absolutely neutral attitude, criticize mistakes without reservation, and guide the direction with forward-looking experience."

Latan snapped his fingers and said to his two colleagues with a smile: "My father has made multiple insurances. You will know when we have breakfast."

"Hey, we still have three and a half hours to go before breakfast!" Dante looked up at the moon, which was shyly hiding its face behind the mountains. "You don't intend to make us accompany you to hoe the land for so long, do you? Even if I don't die of exhaustion, the fields will be ruined!"

"So, you are very confident in your physical strength?" Latan put away the giant steel hoe and smiled meaningfully.

Dante covered his chest with his hands in horror: "What...what did you do?"

Minamoto Kiyotaka said with a straight face: "I have a bad feeling."

In a flash, Latan stuffed two oversized logging axes into their arms. The heavy axe blades made of giant steel almost crushed the half-bloods and half-demons to the ground!

Minamoto Kiyotaka even subconsciously released the Word Spirit: Ghost Victory. He looked at the excited Red Lion in horror: "Are you asking us to——"

"That's right! Return the forest to the land!"

Ratan pulled out a double-edged battle axe with a blade as big as a millstone from the Book of Magnus, and pointed it menacingly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest: "This forest seems to be a bit pristine!"

"How long will it take to chop this off?" Dante screamed.

"You can't be incapable, can you?" Minamoto Qinglong glanced at him and resigned himself to picking up the axe.

Dante suddenly became more motivated and swung the axe over his shoulder: "A man can't say no!"

…………

"I can not make it……"

After three hours of work, the "hairline" retreated twenty meters to the edge of the forbidden forest.

Dante, with messy white hair, stood in the bright sunlight, leaning on an axe, stepping on the brain-splattered head of a bright yellow lizard-like monster with long soft spines all over its head. "Chopping trees, moving bricks, and hunting at the same time, this is really not a job for humans..."

Minamoto Kiyotaka, who had activated the Ghost Victory, pulled a tree stump that was larger than him out of the soil with his bare hands, shook the soil from the dense roots casually, and shouted to General Shattering Star who was moving the cut tree trunk to the side: "Ratan!"

On the right shoulder of the red lion were three tree trunks that were thirty meters long and required three people to hug together. Under his left arm were three equally huge logs. When he heard Minamoto Kiyotaka's voice, he turned around, and the huge trees came roaring across the sky, hitting Dante out like a baseball.

"What's wrong?" Latan asked directly, ignoring Dante's cursing complaints.

"Isn't this our job?" Minamoto Kiyotaka squatted on the ground to avoid the home run from the giant stick. "Didn't Professor Dumbledore say yesterday that he wanted the time travelers to build the defense line?"

Latan nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Yuan Qinglong was dumbfounded: "So what are we doing now..."

"Exercise." Ratan thrust his shoulders forward, and three thick logs crashed into the pile of wood on the wasteland at the edge of the forbidden forest, raising sawdust and dust all over the sky. "Exercise through labor. This method is more effective than simply lifting dumbbells, and more meaningful, isn't it?"

Dante rubbed his butt and muttered, "I actually think what you said makes sense..."

"This is what Chairman Mao said. Of course it makes sense."

Latan turned around again, and Minamoto Kiyotaka was caught off guard and flew out with a "bang". Red Lion said to Dante: "The beneficiaries of labor should not be a certain person, a certain group, or a certain class. It should be the vast majority of workers, those who have paid with sweat and hard work."

"Hearing these words makes me, the heir of Colt Group, feel uncomfortable." A faint voice sounded.

"You still have a chance to return to the people, Miss Colt." Latan threw the three huge logs under his left arm into the woodpile and said to Elena, who was wearing a cloak over her black wizard robe, "Since you are here, it means you have thought it through."

Elena wore a mask and sunglasses, with her fluffy brown curly hair deeply hidden in the hood of her cloak, looking like a fusion of a bird-walking exhibitionist and a popular star. She hesitated for a moment and said to Latan, "Are you really willing to help me seize the inheritance?"

"Of course it's not true." Dante said sarcastically, "Kiyotaka and I just wanted to chat with you last night, so we specially asked you to meet here early in the morning. I don't know anything about inheritance rights."

Latan said calmly, "Havana Potter let Dumbledore, the original character, know the plot of Harry Potter. Because of your trust in her, you were deprived of the system by 'the higher-ups.' I can let you, the 46th heir to the Colt Group, take over directly. A world-class weapons company, the power and help it brings you is no less than that of the system."

The most perfect lie is made up of nine truths and one lie. Latan knew that the reason why Elena was deprived of the system was mainly because he let Colin, a true outsider, know the development of the story.

As for Professor Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard, he had already planned the direction of the story from the moment the boy who lived killed Voldemort to the end of the seventh book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He was a "writer" rather than an "outsider".

Therefore, even if Havana handed the original work to Professor Dumbledore, it would not attract the attention of "the higher-ups".

As for Elena, Latan didn't need her, he only wanted the resources and manpower controlled by the Colt Group behind her.

Putting her in power is simply because a desperate and stupid person is easier to supervise. She is the perfect puppet.

After hearing what the red-haired giant said, Elena pursed her lips and said, "So, Latan, what is the price?"

The fish is hooked.

Latan lowered his head, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, and asked in a calm tone: "Did you hear the children's cries? Did you feel that the city was falling apart? Did you notice that the conspirators were grinning? Have you ever thought... this warm snow has made friends no longer friends, and home no longer home?"

Elena said in astonishment: "You are also infected with the Qin Liu virus in Arknights? I thought you were just an old uncle who worked as a social animal before you traveled through time... But what you said does make sense. Nuan Xue caused the deaths and injuries of too many innocent people. I believe that Havana's original intention was definitely not like this."

Minamoto Kiyotaka, who was thrown out, climbed out of the bushes, holding his forehead and said unhappily: "Still in Havana, still in Havana!"