"Welcome." Just as William expressed his dissatisfaction with the Magi, Philip welcomed the three white-bearded old men and two young Magi with a smile on his face.
William only glanced at the bearded Harry and Hermione Granger before he stopped paying attention to the wizards and waited for them to find him.
He smiled and said to Prince Charles, who had calmed down, "Your Highness, this is my gift to you."
Seeing that William and Selina were empty-handed, Char didn't even have time to be surprised when he saw a wooden box floating in front of him.
Charles was so scared that his heart raced. He looked helplessly at the smiling William and sighed. "Even though I already knew that you were an archmage, I still couldn't accept the fact that the technological genius had suddenly turned into a magical genius when I saw you with my own eyes."
Charles took the wooden box and was surprised to find that it was quite heavy.
He opened the box with one hand and saw three bottles of wine with the image of the Devonshire castle engraved on them. He asked happily, "Is this the wine that Richard was talking about?"
"If you like it, you can visit my house often in the future," William smiled and nodded. Then, Richard and Philip's old butler walked in together.
"Sorry, William, I just went to rest for a while." Richard's face was slightly red and he didn't look apologetic at all. When he saw the wooden box in Charles's hand, his eyes immediately lit up.
He reached out to take the wine bottles and check them, but before he could do so, he was blocked by Philip's old butler.
He took the wooden box and said to Charles, "Sorry, Your Highness, the Duke of Devonshire, this is my fault. It's my duty as a butler to accept gifts."
He then bowed apologetically to Richard and took a few steps back with the box before turning to leave.
Richard shook his head helplessly, "Looks like I shouldn't have said so much. Otherwise, we would have had a good drink tonight."
"What do you mean by a good drink?"
Philip asked knowingly as he walked over with the people from the Ministry of Magic. "William, I heard that not only did your winery have a good harvest this year, the wine you brewed also got the highest score.
Don't you want to share the joy of the harvest with me, your elder, and these friends? "
"No problem." He snapped his fingers, and a box of Chateau Latour's new wine appeared on the long table in the living room. "Just a small gift. I hope you'll like it."
"Do you have to be so petty?"
While the sly old foxes were disappointed, Hermione, who had just drunk the Mana Wine, muttered something under her breath. William pretended not to hear anything and asked with a smile, "Should we talk about business first, or …"
"Of course we'll eat first." Seeing that William wasn't provoked at all, Philip could only have the butler bring out the three bottles of Magic Wine and bring them to the table.
Walking into the dining room, they finally saw Princess Dian who was arranging dinner with the servants. After another round of greetings, everyone sat down with a smile. While waiting for the dishes to be served, they all stared at the old butler who was opening the wine.
As soon as the bottle was opened, a natural scent wafted into everyone's noses.
The three old Magi, who had the deepest feelings, stared at the bottle for a while before looking at William with sparkling eyes.
"Mr. Devonshire, do you have any plans to sell this red wine?"
"One million pounds per bottle." William, who had the intention to refuse, directly stated an extremely high price. But if they could accept this price.
William didn't mind taking the opportunity to create a reputation for his own winery.
Maybe in a few years, the world's five great wineries would become Chateau Latour and Margo's internal strife.
Hearing this price, everyone except Hermione and Richard rolled their eyes. Even the old butler couldn't help but pause for a second or two before continuing to open the wine as if nothing had happened.
Hermione was excited that she could drink three glasses of wine a week for free, which was almost one million pounds per bottle.
Not only that, there would be three classes a week, and each class would cost a hundred hundred grams of Devonshire gold coins.
Thinking of this, Hermione's gaze towards William couldn't help but flash with an inexplicable light.
To William, there was no difference between one ton of gold and one ton of gold. To be able to use this amount of money to rope in a future head of the Ministry of Magic was really worth it.
Even if Hermione couldn't become the head of the Ministry of Magic in the future, she would still be able to influence the younger generation of Magi.
On the other hand, Richard calculated that if he drank one bottle a month, wouldn't that mean that he would be earning twelve million pounds a year?
Moreover, this income was completely legal. If he sold it to Magi, he might even be able to exchange it for some magic items that they had been eyeing for a long time.
Therefore, Richard didn't even think of revealing that William had said that it would cost a hundred thousand a bottle. Instead, he looked at William with sparkling eyes.
Calmly, he used a speed that seemed slow, but was actually one or two times faster than others to taste the wine in his glass.
He planned to finish it first and force Philip's old butler to refill his glass.
At this time, the three old Magi still despised William in their hearts. He had completely fallen into the trap of money, but when they took the first sip, they silently wondered if they should bear the pain and sell some magic items to buy three or four bottles a year.
The one who felt the most heartache was probably Prince Charles. Although he did care about the three million pounds, he cared more about the effects of this wine on his body.
After a dinner where some people were happy, while others were depressed, William watched as Princess Diana pulled Selina away for a chat. He then followed Philip and the others to the second floor of the villa.
Looking at Wilson who was following behind him, William slowed down his pace and reminded him, "The world of Transcendents doesn't have the slightest bit of mercy, let alone care about your identity. Do you really plan to barge in?"
Feeling William's kindness, Wilson slowed down his pace again. When he was five or six meters away from the others, he helplessly said in a low voice, "After grandfather gets your approval to become an elder, do you think I'll be able to hide in the future?
After the other nobles join, if I, the heir, don't join, how can I get their approval? Moreover, the English people don't support the nobles and our family that much. "
"This …" William helplessly shook his head. As the only ordinary person who could be considered a friend, William didn't want anything to happen to Wilson, but he couldn't stop him from making a choice that was beneficial to the family.
"After today's matter is over, I'll find you a coach," William thought and said, "Forget it, I'll let you know what you're going to face first."
With a snap of his fingers, the two ugly dogs waiting in the car outside the villa, Freddy and Fischer, appeared at his feet.
"Damn it," Wilson, who was shocked by the ugly bully and bulldog, took a few deep breaths and complained, "Your taste is really not that good.
If you want to raise a dog, Hobbit, King Charles, Biggie, Su Mu, Corgi, even a bulldog is better than a bully and a bulldog. "
"Hehe, I didn't choose them," William narrowed his eyes and said, "They chose them themselves."
"They chose them themselves?" Wilson was stunned for a moment, then suddenly asked nervously, "No way, are you saying that they're not dogs at all?"
"What do you think?"
William whistled, and the two ugly dogs' claws slowly lengthened, instantly leaving a few claw marks on the floor. Wilson, who was unprepared, was so scared that he took a few steps back.
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