Chapter 445: The Advent Ceremony on the Atlantic Ocean, the Writer's Actions

While Aiden was arguing with Mrs. Molly, on a remote island in the center of the Atlantic Ocean, a group of Muggles in black robes were methodically completing the final ritual with the materials provided to them by Senior Tom.

"Lady Veronica, we have completed the project. Isn't it time to settle the cost of the project for us?" A foreman of a European labor team asked one of the men in black robes for his wages.

"Fee? Yes, go gather the other workers. You have worked hard during this period. I will give each of you an extra reward."

The woman called Veronica put on bright red lipstick, pursed her lips, and gave the foreman a somewhat evil smile.

Unfortunately, this labor foreman had no magic power and could not see her face hidden under the hood. Her multiple pupils were crowded and shrunk in her two eye sockets, and these pupils were pushing and shoving to squeeze out of her eyelids so that she could properly appreciate this beautiful world.

"It's almost there, it's almost there, don't worry, everyone, we will definitely..." Veronica pulled her hood deeper, then made a phone call and summoned the other people in black robes.

In the center of the island, where these workers live, they heard that today was the day for distributing extra rewards, so many workers changed their clothes specially, hoping to make themselves look smart and leave a good impression on the client, and maybe get more "rewards".

They stood together happily, waiting for each other to arrive. Some of them were even planning to buy some gifts for their wives and daughters after getting the money.

Unfortunately, these ideas could never be realized, as a group of people in black robes surrounded them. They took out automatic rifles from under their robes in unison and started shooting.

The roar of gunfire echoed on this remote, uninhabited island. Soon, these laborers turned into corpses that were still warm. The men in black robes packed and shipped these corpses to the center of the island to be put into this huge ceremony covering the entire island.

“Enjoy it, Lord, for Advent is at hand.”

Veronica and the black-robed men knelt in the blood-red core. The special ritual field mobilized magic power, bit by bit corroding the boundary between reality and illusion, and the power of the deep world was unknowingly projected to the ground.

In the corner of the island, a small boat hidden by the church of bones quietly sneaked into the island, carrying only two people.

Ethan Beckett, the ruler of Hell, the Lord of the Deep, and Oliver Graves, the ruler of the Slate of Silence.

"Is it really possible for just the two of us? And Edmund gave this thing to me." A small church was floating in Ethan's hand.

"Don't underestimate it, it's Aiden's kingdom of God." Oliver raised his eyebrows at him.

As soon as the two got off the boat, the huge ship automatically folded up and disappeared.

"What should we do next?" Ethan found a rock on the shore and sat down.

"Of course it's this." Oliver took out a glass bottle.

The interior of the glass bottle was filled with a large amount of gray mist. In the center of the mist, there was a towering tree growing in it, and the tree continuously radiated emerald green light.

From the moment the bottle was taken out, the surrounding plants were affected by a strange force and began to grow faster.

"Interesting, what is this." Ethan's magic power wrapped around his fingers, capturing a ray of glow directly from near the glass bottle.

"The secret treasure of the Orientals, the deep-world weapon - Jianmu." Oliver put the bottle away and explained.

“Five thousand years ago, wizards in the East discovered and captured the King of the Deep World—Life—which had descended directly to the East at that time, and then began a long research on this thing.

In this process, in order to suppress life, they used the death of the entire country to achieve a balance between life and death with Him, and constructed a large-scale alchemical matrix called the Hun Tian Mystery, and the one in my hand is a copy of the Hun Tian Mystery. "Oliver raised his eyebrows at Ethan.

"Is it of any use?" Ethan scratched his head.

"There are so many of them, and their greatest use is to deploy the weapons they created, Jianmu, a huge tree that grows in both fantasy and reality.

If those bastards down there intend to break through the boundary and come here by force, we can give them a big surprise." Oliver's mouth was already smiling.

"But they are really something. We in Britain are obviously more capable of controlling this thing. We are supposed to protect our lives. Alas, the research application we submitted before was also rejected..."

After Oliver finished explaining, the tone suddenly changed. The new director of the Department of Mysteries came on line and started mumbling.

Ethan quietly blocked his ears with magic, then put on a smiling face and listened.

......

On the British Isles, Aiden, who had explained everything to Aunt Molly, set out from the Burrow.

"Well, where should we go next?" A young man with heterochromatic eyes and dragon horns on his head and exquisite facial features was walking on the street.

Suddenly, a few kids on the streets of London attracted Long's attention. They were wearing newsboy caps and walking through the streets. One of them was responsible for attracting attention, while the others quietly attacked the fat sheep.

After successfully stealing the property, they quickly went into the alley and began to divide the loot.

"Stealing is a bad behavior." A nice boy's voice startled them.

They turned their heads back and saw a delicate and elegant dragon man looking at them.

"Wow, devil!" The leading child shouted and threw a black ball towards Aiden. The black ball exploded when it got close to Aiden, and the sand and dust inside flew straight into Aiden's face.

"Stop!" The magic power pushed the words into spirit, and the dust and sand in the air were instantly solidified, and along with these things, the children who were fleeing in all directions also stopped.

Aiden raised his foot and tapped the ground lightly, and then the surrounding houses began to collapse and fold, as if a stage scene was dismantled, revealing what was behind the scenes.

Aiden brought several children to a dimly lit meeting room. A large round table rose up, and then gorgeous chairs came up to accommodate the falling children. Delicious food began to appear on the table. Everything was like a fairy tale.

"Want some pumpkin juice?" Aiden asked.

These children were stunned by the sudden change before them, but it was normal for orphans on the streets of London to lack food. Even if the food in front of them was filled with poison, they would still eat it first.

Several children began to devour the food at the table, and Aiden watched them patiently finish their meal.

After a while, several children leaned back in their chairs, holding their stomachs. They really couldn't eat anymore.

The boy who had led the group earlier mustered up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, what do you want to talk to us about?"

"Do you think this is all a dream?" Aiden asked instead of answering their question.

Several children nodded in unison.

"Then let me ask you, if you suddenly have magic power and become a wizard, would you be happy?" Aiden crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin, looking lazy...