My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

Another weekend, another rainy day.

The temperate maritime climate brings continuous rainfall, which is expected to continue until Halloween. After the candy is eaten, the rain will freeze into snow and continue to fall steadily, intermittently, and draggingly.

Perhaps the damp and cold weather was the main reason for Grindelwald and Dumbledore's breakup. After all, the old man's creaking joints didn't look like he had rheumatism.

Ratan thought with a hint of malice, while pretending to be attentive as he listened to Umbridge's long-winded complaints.

"...The rebels are absolutely lawless! From the Orkney Islands in the north to Cornwall in the south, there are locusts in black uniforms everywhere! They actually want to unite the workers and farmers to overthrow the government, when we are trying to save Britain! They also attacked the Rothschild Building a few days ago. These terrorists are simply..."

Noah built the ark and said to the people who came to take refuge: "All those who have no money and power, get out! My boat is already full of animals and treasures, there is no room for you useless things!"

That is why my insurgents were able to unite the working class and peasantry in just two days last weekend, even though their commissars and leaders had to go to school Monday to Friday.

Latan leaned back on the sofa in the top box of Wembley Stadium, the leatherette creaking under his weight, and quickly glanced at Atlas Infinite beside him.

The bohemian mayor of Night City was already in a daze, his silver-grey eyes beneath his sunglasses completely empty. Umbridge's complaints flowed into his left ear and out of his right ear.

Latan could even "see" Atlas thinking about what to eat for lunch, as if the man's skull was transparent, and the thought made him squint his asymmetrical eyes.

Is this person really so superficial?

Absolutely not.

Atlas Infinite gave Latan the feeling of a snow globe in a gift shop. At first glance, the transparent head was filled with cheap foam used to disguise snowflakes, but if you look closely... you can catch a glimpse of the giant creature under the wind and snow.

If he is really "his"...

"Ma'am," Latan interrupted Umbridge's complaints, "I don't understand why you don't mobilize the government's propaganda machine to characterize the rebels as extremists of a terrorist organization?"

"This is not conducive to multilateral trade treaties." Umbridge's tone suddenly became shrewd. "A terrorist organization running rampant in the UK, what will our dear mayor think? I think the most important thing now is to strengthen the strength of the Auror and police forces. Minister Magnus, I believe the Primaris Factory of the Priory of the Sacred Mass would not mind providing some necessary help?"

Great, the truth is revealed.

Minister of Magic Fudge was unwilling to purchase weapons and equipment from the Primaris, believing that this would lead wizards to believe that the Ministry of Magic would go to war with Godzilla head-on. In addition, the current British Prime Minister Major was unwilling to be controlled by the arrogant wizards in the Ministry of Magic.

With Atlas's help, Major and Umbridge hit it off and launched a multilateral trade treaty involving the Priory, the British government, the Ministry of Magic, and Night City.

To put it simply, Latan sold weapons and equipment to Atlas, and Atlas took money from the British government and the Ministry of Magic, while handing the weapons and equipment to the British Army and Umbridge.

As a result of this, the goods of the Primaris became imported products, Latarn got the money, Atlas got the benefits, Prime Minister Major's army became stronger, and Umbridge also had the power to deal with Rhodes Island, which she disliked.

Everyone is happy and it belongs.

Atlas, whose name was called, seemed to be awakened from a nap and asked blankly, "Huh? What?"

Just pretend.

Latan silently complained to himself and said to Umbridge: "The Priory of the Holy Spirit is of course willing to help you. But have you ever thought that this multi-polar situation is more beneficial now?"

"What do you mean?" Umbridge's smile on Toad's face was a little stiff.

"The rebels are against the government, the monarchy, the Jews, and capital. They are the common enemy of the British government, the British royal family, the Ministry of Magic, and Rhodes Island." Ratan said, "I think... maybe you can indulge them a little."

Umbridge fell into deep thought. "But they don't have a good impression of the Ministry of Magic either..."

"If the rebels attacked the Ministry of Magic, would Cornelius Fudge still sit idly by? You could take advantage of the situation to criticize the Minister's policy of avoiding war, impeach him and remove the word 'Deputy' from your title."

Latan patiently explained: "I am an arms dealer. I only care about the flow of money on the books. As for who is doing business with me, that is of course not important to me."

"You mean..." Umbridge's eyes lit up, "You can contact the leader of the rebels?"

The leader of the rebels is sitting right in front of you.

Latane smiled but turned his gaze to Dr. Avery, who had been silent since he entered the top box.

The old man's face was terribly gloomy. It was obvious that he had learned about the escape and disappearance of the stragglers, and he was worried that the idiot would wait until he recovered his strength to come back and take revenge on Rhodes Island.

Don't be afraid, he will never come back. And you have more things to worry about now...

"Dr. Avery, sir," Latan said, "Do you think the rebels will be a match for Rhodes Island?"

Dr. Avery felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. "Rhode Island will nip their wishful thinking in the bud!" He looked at Umbridge with a wry smile, "Madam, you are so eager to have an armed police force, are you planning to use it against me?"

This old idiot, no politician would be so blunt in expressing his inner desires.

Just as Latan was thinking this, he heard Umbridge say, "Oh my, how could that be? You are a good friend of the Ministry of Magic. We are waiting to board your landspeeder to avoid Godzilla. It's just... I do have a little ambition. Fudge can sit as Minister of Magic, so why can't I?"

Well, these two are really a well-matched pair.

Dr. Avery laughed. "Yes, ma'am, I also think you are more suitable than Fudge. But you need to remember one thing - I, Rhode Island, am the savior of the British."

You are more like a savior to the rich and powerful, but you will just treat the common people as garbage and discard them.

However, the conflict between these two people is in line with the multipolar situation he envisioned.

Latan was tired of wasting time with these two insects. The human experiment of the Sage's Blood was scheduled for tonight, and he still had a lot of things to do.

He said, "Dr. Avery, I am here today to thank you for choosing to purchase the products of the Primaris. In return, I am willing to help you speed up the construction of the Land Cruiser. In order not to waste time, please give me the design drawings."

Probably because he took this as a signal that Latarn had given in, Dr. Avery's smile immediately became much brighter. His face covered with age spots smiled like a chrysanthemum. He clapped his hands and said, "Kal'tsit!"

The door of the top-floor box was pushed open, and the old lynx walked into the box with his newly grown inch-long hair, making his entire head look furry.

As soon as she entered the room, Kal'tsit glanced at Latan with resentment, and then immediately returned to her indifferent expression, "Doctor, you called me?"

"Take Mr. Magnus to see Anaconda. She knows what kind of work this distinguished minister should do." Dr. Avery said jokingly, "I want to see him working hard on the construction site like a construction ox and a horse!"

"Okay, Doctor." Kal'tsit agreed calmly, "Minister Magnus, please follow me."

As soon as Latan stood up, Atlas also stood up and walked out, muttering to himself: "Let's have fish and chips for lunch..."

"By the way, Your Excellency." As Latan lowered his head and walked through the box door, Dr. Avery said with a smile, "Kel'tsit seems to like you very much. How can I bear to let her suffer the pain of missing you? I will give her to you. Kel'tsit, you will follow Magnus next, do you hear me?"

"Okay, Doctor." Kal'tsit was slightly surprised, but still said obediently.

Latan paused slightly, with a treacherous look in his lowered eyes. He finally decided to smile like a yellow-haired man who had finally snatched someone else's girlfriend, and said to Dr. Avery, "Don't worry, Doctor, I will take good care of Kal'tsit, inside and out, in every aspect... Even if she plans to shout your name when she reaches pleasure, I will allow it."

Dr. Avery's face instantly turned as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

Holding Kal'tsit's shoulders, Latan walked out of the box with the attitude of a winner. The moment the door closed, the cheap smile on his face disappeared. He just walked towards the elevator with his arm around Kal'tsit in silence.

Kal'tsit said worriedly: "Latan, I..."

"You were so attentive to me that this idiot became suspicious. Now your greatest advantage - your political status in Rhodes Island - has disappeared without a trace." Latan said in a low voice, "Forget it. How many Rhodes Island operators have you bestowed the Golden Blessing on?"

"More than half." Kal'tsit said, "Some operators were too close to the doctor, so I didn't find a chance to take action. On the other hand, almost all members of the Reunion Movement have been blessed with gold. There is one exception, Flametail Knight Sona. Her eyes were already dyed with gold before you blessed me."

"Sona...did she mention anything about the blessing?"

"She knows you have twenty brothers, and calls the one who blessed her 'little monster.'

"Hmm." Latan pondered. This was obviously Sona's nickname for the person who blessed her. The key was... who was that among the twenty brothers?

"Hey! Magnus!" Atlas' cheerful greeting interrupted Latan's thoughts. The mayor of Night City stood at the elevator entrance, waving his hand carelessly, and the gold necklace around his neck, which weighed at least 20 kilograms, rustled.

"Let's go have lunch together?" Atlas tugged at his floral shirt and bent down to look at Kal'tsit's appearance. "Oh, after a closer look, she's quite cute. But I didn't expect that a nerd like you could fall in love, and the object is a demi-human."

"She and I have a relationship of interest." Latan pulled Kelsey behind him. On the digital display behind Atlas, the number representing the floor was rising rapidly. "Also, lunch is for free."

"Boring fellow..." Atlas curled his lips. He was full of energy when he wasn't in a meeting. "Are you serious? Create a multi-polar situation and let them fight each other? Or is your amazing wisdom the only way you can come up with such a slow method?"

"My incredible wisdom urges me to use my incredible strength to blow the heads of these insects apart," Latan said unhappily.

The elevator reached the top floor with a ding, and a group of military staff and scientists filed out of it, all looking at the two tall and strong men at the elevator entrance in astonishment and surprise.

Latan and Atlas walked in, filling up the elevator completely, leaving no space. Kal'tsit could only be held in Latan's arms, her face flushed, but she didn't struggle.

"The mission he gave me is to unite all the forces that can be united." Latan said to Atlas, who was hesitant to speak, "So although I really want to blow their heads off, I have been trying my best to resist the urge to kill. But you, the mayor of Night City, are traveling around in the UK every day. Aren't you afraid that you will be piled up with government affairs when you return?"