"Mm, we've obtained all the key construction templates. Next, we can reverse-engineer them and begin building our own Phalanx Fortress. I just don't know whether thirty years will be enough." In a garden apartment in SoHo East, New York, Deathstroke looked out at the brightly lit city in the distance as he spoke to Hermione beside him. "Humanity can already enter space now. Building a massive Space Fortress in Earth orbit would still be rather conspicuous."
A high-end move-in-ready apartment was naturally worth a fortune, but anything money could solve was not a problem.
Hermione held Crookshanks in her arms, occasionally lowering her head to take a sniff of him. The cat curled up comfortably in her embrace, its face still looking as though it had been run over by a wheel—far uglier than Carol's Chewie.
After hearing Deathstroke's words, she naturally understood what he meant and shook her head at once.
"There aren't enough Time-Turners to equip shipbuilding craftsmen, and the space created by the Undetectable Extension Charm cannot be expanded without limit either. You want to build a space station larger than the moon inside a suitcase like Newt's? That definitely won't work."
"Tch, so it still has to be placed in the Spectre Universe and traded with Brainiac 21." Su Ming raised a hand and stroked the Orange Cat's head. The Relay Station Tower had already been placed in the apartment's walk-in closet, and the nun had gone inside to arrange it herself. Only Deathstroke and his apprentice remained in the living room. "By the way, have you gone home recently? How are The Grangers doing?"
Miss Granger covered her face in anguish, her long brown hair swaying as she shook her head.
"I went back once and brought them Leech Serum, but after learning that they