Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Marvel World, 2003, London, the capital of England.

The soft breeze blowing from the Thames seems to have blown away the dryness in Westminster, and the drizzle falls lightly, making people feel particularly comfortable.

Cameron Brown, who was only 40 years old, proudly waved to the cheering supporters around him.

As the youngest British Labor Prime Minister in the nearly 200-year history of the United Kingdom in the Marvel world, he is naturally proud of his ability to break through the siege and win the general election, not to mention that he has a master's degree from a world-renowned university and is outstanding.

Moreover, his sharp speech eloquence and enterprising policies, as well as the handsome and steady appearance of the middle-aged man under his dark hair, have won him a lot of points among female voters.

Many staff gathered around Cameron and drove to Downing Street. Looking at the solemn black door with a lion's head knocker and the white Arabic numeral "10" in front of him, Cameron's mood also changed.

Get heavy.

Cameron knew that after walking through this door, he would no longer be the leader of the opposition party in parliament who stared at the previous ruling party all day long, but would instead be the head of the British government who was criticized by others.

But no matter what, during my term of office, I will eventually give the citizens a satisfactory answer!

Cameron's eyes were full of determination, and he walked into this centuries-old building with steady steps.

After a short meeting with the new cabinet members, Cameron came to the prime minister's exclusive office and sat on the mahogany chair that was said to be hundreds of years old. He nodded slightly and followed.

Close the office door gently.

Behind the door of the office is a large oil painting nearly one meter high. Against the background of the ancient castle, in the dark sky, dark clouds and thunder surround the four directions, and a majestic and sinister atmosphere is coming...

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Cameron frowned, remembering some of Britain's top secrets that Her Majesty the Queen told him when he met with Queen Elizabeth V.

In the past three years, various supernatural horror news have been exposed in various European countries more frequently than in the past 100 years. Before, he just thought that with the deepening of the Internet in the information age, the amount of information received has increased.

, rising sharply after entering the new millennium, but now!

"We don't really have those legendary characters in the UK!"

He hesitantly walked to the large oil painting. The pungent smell of ink made him feel that it was a brand new oil painting, but in fact, as far as he knew, this oil painting had been painted in Downing Street hundreds of years ago.

No. 10 has been hanging here since it first became the exclusive official residence of the Prime Minister.

He gently raised his hands and tapped the frame of the oil painting in front of him a dozen times according to the rhythm of the queen's instructions in his memory.

The moment Cameron knocked the last key, the scene in the oil painting in front of him surged, spinning like a 3D animation.

He took 3 or 4 steps back in fear, but after all, as a man who could stand on top of millions of people in the UK, he quickly calmed down.

The scene in the oil painting continued to rotate, and as time passed, the rotation speed became faster and faster. Finally, in the picture that had turned into a black shadow due to the rapid rotation, a bottomless hole suddenly appeared.

Appear.

"Bang!" There was a soft sound.

A round, short, fat man with a pointed hat "rolled" out of the hole in the oil painting in a slightly comical manner.

On the round, fat face, the small eyes blinked in confusion. Seeing the stunned Cameron in front of him, he finally reacted.

"Hello, Prime Minister Cameron."

"Reed Lyle, this term is the British Minister of Magic for the same term as yours."

His friendly outstretched right hand, his formal black mage robe with silver lining, and his round, fat face gave him a lot of affinity.

These democratically elected heads of government are really troublesome! They will be changed every four years!

Reed looked at the somewhat dull Prime Minister in front of him, helplessly took out his wand-shaped magic book, and released a secondary calming spell.

Fortunately, with Her Majesty the Queen's previous reminder and Reed's calming magic, Cameron finally came back to his senses.

The two big hands were clasped together.

"Hello, Mr. Reed, it's an honor to meet a legendary figure like you."

"Your Majesty asked me to start contacting you when I took office. Can you tell me what our government can do to help you?"

He calmed down and asked. Then, he motioned for Reed to sit on the guest-only chair next to him.

"Of course, Mr. Prime Minister, we had a very happy cooperation with the previous Mr. Blake (former Prime Minister)."

"This is a detailed introduction to our magical world. I think you should read it first."

Reed smiled and handed over a parchment scroll that shone with purple and silver magic light.

Cameron took the scroll, but was horrified to find that a plan called "Return to Glory" had been passed into his mind the moment he took the scroll.

After briefly browsing, he raised his head in shock.

"Mr. Cameron, you should think about it carefully, shouldn't you?"

There was a mysterious smile on Reed's fat face.

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The small town of Dalaran, whose population has expanded rapidly, had nearly 200,000 residents as early as half a year ago, in 2002, the Marvel World.

Last month, a formal member of the Magic Council proposed to upgrade Dalaran from a town to a city. It is said that this resolution was approved by a high vote at the official meeting of the Magic Council after being recognized by the respected executive members.

Various strange-shaped magical aircraft quickly shuttled through the fixed Rubik's Cube ring in the air. On the far right side of the central square of Dalaran is a marble Gothic building tens of meters high. There is a row of tiny magic hanging on it.

Text composed of runes - "Magical Parliament of Europe".

A small group of formal mages in pure black wizard robes, led by a short and fat wizard in black robes with silver rims, rode the Alchemist Association's latest small magic aircraft - the "Nimbus 2000" magic broom, and landed on

in the "parking lot" in front of the parliament hall.

Several young gray-robed mage apprentices who had been waiting aside came to greet him.

First he stroked his chest and performed a mage salute, then respectfully took these black-robed official mage flying tools and stepped back.

"Reed, hurry up, Chairman Edwin and Mr. Toby are already here!"

"I heard that the Honorable Executive Councilor Godric will be here soon!"

At this time, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in pure black mage robes, ran out of the hall in a hurry.

Suddenly, he saw the silver trim on Master Reed's robe. He was stunned and then stopped.

"But it's only been half a month since I last saw you, and you've already broken through and become an official mid-level mage?"

"Of course! Tusk."

There was a hint of pride in Reed's voice. What is an intermediate-level official mage? It is to be able to fill the magic pool in the sea of ​​consciousness with magic power, hold the magic book, and put ten eights in a row in one breath.

A being who is not tired of formal-level magic. Compared with those junior-level formal mages whose magic pool dries up after putting in two or three formal spells, there is undoubtedly a difference in strength between one who can use micro-charge and the other who can use pistol.

"Okay! You lucky fat man! Let's go, this month's regular council meeting is about to begin!"

Tusk said with a hint of envy.

"Haha! Then what are you waiting for!"

The full name of the Council is "The Association for the Management of Daily Affairs in the Magical World". For the wizarding world, it is equivalent to the government of the Muggle world. Several people are directly nominated by the executive members and then elected by the official members. (Rights of the executive members)

It can be seen from this that regular members can only choose the best from the list of candidates nominated by the executive members, and no matter what they choose, they will all be trusted by the executive members.)

Reed's fat ass sat on a somewhat narrow chair in the council meeting room.

In the conference room hall, the main seat in front was still empty. It was obvious that Executive Councilor Godric had not arrived yet.

Both sides of the main seat were filled with dozens of formal mages from the "Golden Dawn" and the "Silver Star Order". At the top of the two sides were the current leaders of the two factions, in black robes with gold threads.

The magic power in the sea of ​​consciousness condensed into high-level official mages as viscous as mercury, Toby Elliot and Edwin Lucifer.

At this time, Toby was no longer as youthful as he was when he was an apprentice a few years ago. The handsome face of this young boy, who was only 21 years old, was full of a steady and serious look that was inconsistent with his age.

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