My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

When Latarn put the hat on Kal'tsit, her mind instantly surged, surged, and surged! Thousands of years of memories flowed through her in an instant, washing over every nerve cord in her brain!

At this moment, she suddenly realized the inconsistency between Dr. Avery and the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel in her memory, and a certain "autonomous consciousness" that had been suppressed for a long time by an unknown force burst out vigorously -

*System anomalies are detected and faulty units are immediately reshaped.*

A layer of white data light suddenly appeared on Kal'tsit's body surface, and cubic data particles cut her body into hundreds of thousands of pieces, including the top hat that Latan forced on her head, and then reassembled it in an instant.

Her body shook and she almost collapsed at the feet of the smiling Latan. Cold sweat rolled down her fair skin and her emerald green eyes looked ignorant and clear.

The Doctor's orders - *Mandatory Modification* - Dr. Avery's orders cannot be disobeyed.

*The faulty unit has been reshaped, and the system is self-checking... The unit is distorted by 85%, which is 15% away from the standard value. *

*Troubleshooting the cause of the failure——Warning! Warning! Warning! Cannot be repaired! Cannot be repaired——*

Dr. Avery's orders cannot be disobeyed - [Overwrite] - Dr. Avery's orders need to be carefully considered...

*System self-checking...The unit is 100% distorted and 0% deviated from the standard value. *

Latan bent down and hugged Kal'tsit's waist, gently lifted her slender palm, and asked softly: "Are you okay, Ms. Kal'tsit?"

Kal'tsit stared at Latarn's asymmetrical eyes infatuatedly. A thin piece of parchment with characters written on it fell out from under her hat. She tucked it into her hat very naturally and said as if she didn't notice anything: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Magnus."

*The fault has been cleared, this information needs to be reported to the host immediately. *

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At Wembley Stadium, Dr. Avery stood in the top box, looking down through the viewing window at the tiny humans busy like ants in the center of the stadium.

On the green field, huge scaffoldings were spread all over the ground, outlining the magnificent outlines of the mechanical giant structures built inside. Military or civilian trucks continuously transported materials and personnel from all over the UK to jointly participate in the "Ark Project" to save Britain from the threat of Godzilla.

What is being built is the Rhodes Island land-based battleship.

Of course, in order to accommodate this 810-meter-long behemoth, the space of a football field alone is far from enough. The surrounding stands and walls will be gradually demolished in future construction plans, and even the surrounding residential areas will be forcibly requisitioned by the army to become part of the construction base.

As the only designated partner of the British government, Dr. Avery certainly has this power. He looked at the vibrant and flourishing scene in front of him with satisfaction, and felt that he had the advantage over Hogwarts.

As long as his fist is big enough, he can easily become the real master behind the scenes of this country!

Speaking of which, Queen Elizabeth II still has her charm...

*Host! Host!*

The system's scream startled Dr. Avery, and he quickly asked, "What happened?"

*Latan Magnus is trying to corrupt your Kelsey!*

"He's so bold!" Dr. Avery roared, "Kelsey is mine! She can only be loyal to me! She can only love me! I am her master!"

*It is with this in mind, my dearest master, that I have helped you to cleanse her of his corruption, leaving no trace behind.*

"Oh? Haha, great! It's worthy of being the strongest recruitment system in my Arknights!" The anger on Dr. Avery's face disappeared instantly, and he laughed out loud in the top-floor box, not caring at all about the strange looks of the military staff in the room.

*Excuse me, Master, that Latan Magnus offends you so much, you are not going to...*

"Humph, Latan is reckless, and Magnus is not smart. Is he just a reckless man worthy of my special attention?" Dr. Avery sneered, "Order him to come and help me build the landship in person. If he becomes my humblest laborer, I will forgive him."

*Okay, Master, this message has been sent to Kal'tsit's mind.*

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Kal'tsit heard a buzzing sound like noisy insects in her ears, as if someone was talking to her, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

She put it behind her mind and stroked her face in amazement, as if a puppet had been injected with soul and life by a carpenter who loved it. She, who was like a puppet who only knew how to obey someone's orders, had not felt so... alive for a long time.

"Ma'am." Latan reached out and gently but firmly lifted Kal'tsit's chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes in this ambiguous posture. She struggled slightly, then showed a docile look. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Facing the resolute and handsome red-haired giant, Kal'tsit felt a strong emotion surging in her chest. She looked away for a moment, then immediately looked back with a strong gaze, "Mr. Magnus, please respect yourself."

"I have to apologize to you." Latan's tone was gentle, but his fingers swept from Kal'tsit's jaw to her cheek, and disappeared into her white hair mixed with black strands. The heat from his palm made her cheeks quickly warm up. "It was of course my fault for forcing the hat on your head. If you mind, you can take it off."

“Of course—” Kal’tsit subconsciously wanted to take off her hat, but a strong emotion rising from within stopped her from moving, as if if she let the hat leave her head, she would lose something important again.

Thus, they become tools that are even worse than slaves.

"No." She pulled down the wide brim of her hat to cover her slightly pink cheeks. She felt her heartbeat speed up unconsciously. She gently pushed away Latarn's big hand that was touching her cheek. "This is a gift you gave me. I can't refuse it."

Latarn straightened up and looked down at Kelsey with a doting gaze, "As you wish, my lady."

"Ahem!" Umbridge coughed like a piece of chalk breaking, and glared at Kelsey with the same disdain as if she were a prostitute. "You two, today's visit is not for you to talk about love!"

"Of course, respected minister." Latan is well versed in officialdom tricks and always omits the word "deputy" before his title. He bowed slightly apologetically and waved his hand towards the inside of the castle, "Please come in."

Umbridge walked into the first floor hallway with a haughty look, and Kalsey followed behind, stroking her restless heart. Skeeter, who was ignored, glared at Latarn fiercely, but was defeated by the other's impeccable smile.

Seeing that the three of them had their backs to him, the fondness in Latan's eyes instantly turned into a sneaky look. The smile at the corners of his mouth continued to expand, even exposing his well-developed canine teeth, making his face look like a devil who had succeeded in his evil plan.

From Perturabo not giving Kal'tsit a helmet to the transformation of this alien's appearance, everything was in his plan.

Since the purity mark composed of wax seal and parchment can isolate electronic equipment from interference from magical force fields, it only takes a simple modification to make Dr. Avery's summons escape the control of the system.

Of course, Latan would not take Kelsey away from Dr. Avery all at once, as that would make his intentions too obvious.

The pure mark he wrote with his own hands will seep in silently and tracelessly like spring water, modifying the underlying logical framework of the data collection bit by bit until she offers her complete loyalty to him.

Doctor, your summon is good, but now she has been marked by me from mind to body.

The sly smile only lasted for less than a ten-thousandth of a second before Latarn regained his warm smile and quickly stepped forward to lead the way. "Minister Umbridge, Ms. Kelsey, the last time you came, you two did not take a good look at the areas inside the castle that have been greatly renovated. I dare to ask you two to give me a brief introduction to the environment of Hogwarts."

Umbridge seemed very dissatisfied: "I graduated from here, is there anything else I don't know? Mr. Magnus, we are here to do serious business today, I hope you don't--"

"I think it's necessary." Kal'tsit interrupted.

She lowered her eyebrows deliberately, as if she was afraid that she would lose her composure again in front of Latarn, but her lynx ears, which were sticking out from the holes that had been dug in advance on her hat, turned honestly in the direction of the red lion.

She said to Umbridge: "This will be very helpful for our subsequent work."

Skeeter's dissatisfaction was covered by the reporter's keen sense of news. She put on a smile that was more hypocritical than a mask, took out an emerald green feather pen and parchment from her crocodile leather bag, and said, "The Daily Prophet is also very curious about the series of events that have occurred in your school during this period."

"Haha, The Daily Prophet is an excellent newspaper. I believe you can bring the truth to the general public." Latan didn't care whether Skeeter could hear his praise or not. He reached out to the stairs leading to the basement of the castle, "Please follow me downstairs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two silver-armored giants at the castle gate looked at each other, gripped the thick copper door knockers, and slammed the two doors shut, cutting off all light from the outside world entering the room, like a vicious beast swallowing its prey.

Latan took the lead and walked down the stairs, followed by the three people from the Ministry of Magic. He said as he walked, "During the warm snow incident five days ago, the Slytherin common room and potions classroom on the first floor were devastated. Although the Ministry of Magic did not say anything about it, through the joint efforts of students and professors, these two locations were successfully moved to other parts of the castle without anyone being hurt."

"Sir!" cried Umbridge indignantly, "are you implying that the Ministry of Magic has no regard for human life?"

"That's what you said, Minister. I didn't mean that at all." Latan was calm and raised his hand to scratch the emerald green pear in the huge oil painting hanging on the wall of the underground corridor. The pear giggled and turned from a flat surface into a three-dimensional door handle.

Magic, magical, right?

When Latan opened the door, the aroma of food immediately hit him. Lunch time was over and the house-elves and the cooks from Kassel Academy were preparing dinner.

"Three Barrels." Ratan pointed at the chef from Kassel who was wearing a pink apron over his black windbreaker. "He's my favorite chef. He can cook dishes from all over the world. German pork knuckle and Northeastern iron pot stew are the best for me."

The cook, Cassell, was a man with black hair and black eyes, broad shoulders and a kind round face. Even when he was flipping the pot, he would bend over and light the cigarette with the fire from the stove.

He raised his spoon to greet Latarn, cigarette rolling from one corner of his mouth to the other, and said in Chinese with a cheerful smile: "Just call me San Tong, it sounds friendly."

Judging from Skeeter's expression, she seemed to hate to see the kitchen turned into a ruin. The female reporter said dissatisfiedly: "I don't think there is anything worth recording here - ahhhh!!!"

The Carlo siblings, who were fused together after death, crawled out from under the table and crawled in front of Skeeter with all their hands and feet (in the physical sense). The two heads, which were tightly pressed together at a weird angle, showed foolish smiles to the female reporter.

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Skeeter fell to the ground, screaming and backing away on her hands and feet. The pure-blooded noble descendants whose limbs were joined together left an indelible scar in her heart with their disgusting and blasphemous behavior. But the noble who had been joined still crawled towards her quickly like a deformed centipede, and the pale limbs covered with blue blood vessels slapped the ground, making a disgusting sound.