After returning to the villa and bidding farewell to Philip's family and Richard, William purposely brought Saul and Wilson, who was allowed to follow, to stand at the entrance of the villa.
When the car arrived, all the reporters were pleasantly surprised to find that William and Wilson were standing on both sides of a handsome young man with long hair who was also a little over 1.9 meters tall.
In an instant, Saul, who no one could find out his identity, became the focus of the world's attention.
Who was this guy?
Looking at Saul, who was laughing and talking to William and Wilson from time to time, the media and audience all over the world who were paying attention to today's matter,
They were all secretly wondering why this young man was qualified to be accompanied by William and Wilson, and even stood between the two of them.
His expression when he spoke also showed that this young man was not reserved at all, as if everything was natural.
However, those demons who knew Saul and projected to Earth were not so happy.
That bastard Mamen had sent a bone demon to approach John Wick for almost half a month, but he had no intention of taking any action. He could not find William, who had the Spear of Longinus, so he could only use this method to force the demons.
Prince Asgard had brazenly contacted William. Mamen would either shrink back like a turtle or speed up his plan.
And William's actions did not violate his agreement with Odin. As long as Saul did not attack the demons, who could say anything about making friends normally?
As for Saul, he was a guest, and his status was not inferior to Wilson and William's at all. Of course, he felt that it was nothing when the two of them surrounded him.
Saul, who was dazzled by the flash, heard William say that he would take him to the car race first and listen to the precautions of the car race.
Then, he looked at the paparazzi outside in confusion and asked, "What do those flashes outside mean?"
Wilson covered his mouth to prevent others from interpreting his words, "Ignore those paparazzi. These guys are just a bunch of flies who follow behind celebrities to make a living. Just ignore them."
"Aren't you guys annoyed to be stared at like this?"
Saul laughed and clenched his fists. "If we were in God's Domain, I would definitely beat them up with a single punch and throw them into jail."
"Then you've fulfilled the wishes of the paparazzi. They can't wait to be involved in a lawsuit with someone like me," Wilson said as he looked at William with an indignant expression.
"Other than William, who would rather lose money to drag out the lawsuit and bankrupt more than a dozen news agencies, these paparazzi aren't afraid of you hitting them."
Saul smiled as he looked at William. Then, he teased Wilson, "But I'm Asgard's man. Ask your men to come to the divine territory to capture me."
"Hahaha." Both William and Wilson burst into laughter at his words.
Just as he was laughing, the roar of a sports car engine could be heard. Two Aston Martin sports cars drove into Kensington Palace.
The paparazzi also cooperated and started taking pictures of the two cars.
Immediately, someone exclaimed. When the car stopped in front of William and the other two, Wilson, who had obtained the driving rights of the Vulcan from William, opened the left door and sat in the driver's seat.
"God, these are driverless sports cars," one of the paparazzi exclaimed. All the reporters understood what was going on.
Tomorrow's news would definitely be about Aston Martin.
William brought Saul into the ONE77 and drove out of Kensington Palace. They headed towards the Silverstone Racetrack, which was a hundred kilometers north of London.
The paparazzi and live broadcast vans following the two sports cars were quickly shaken off.
The paparazzi were not disappointed for long. The Independent Television England's helicopter, which was called over by Sunday, followed William's car.
With the guidance of the helicopter, the smart paparazzi immediately followed the ITV's live broadcast vans.
Half an hour later, they realized that everyone's destination was most likely the Silverstone Racetrack.
This time, the paparazzi, who were riding motorcycles and driving ordinary cars, were all excited as they chased after the cars at full speed.
F1 races usually started in mid-March every year and finished in October. Therefore, the Aston Martin team was in London to repair and test the new car at the end of the year.
When William and the other two arrived at the Silverstone Racetrack, the team manager and technicians were already waiting for them.
Even the general manager of Aston Martin, Shawn Vance, was waiting for William, the boss whom he had not seen for more than two years.
The car drove into the Silverstone Racetrack. Saul, who had been wearing smart glasses along the way, followed Sunday's instructions and learned how to drive through a 3D virtual image. He opened the door and got out of the car, feeling a little dizzy.
Saul complained when he saw the F1 car parked under the lights. "Dear Odin, it's just driving a car. Why are there so many requirements? It's more troublesome than learning all kinds of combat skills."
William and Wilson laughed out loud. "Then do you still want to do it yourself?"
"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have wasted so much effort."
Seeing that Saul really didn't know how to drive a car and wanted to get into the F1 car directly, Wilson looked worriedly at William, who was laughing.
"It's okay. Even if a truck hits him at 100 km/h, he'll at most be sent flying. He won't even have a fracture."
"So fierce." Seeing Wilson staring at him as if he had seen a ghost, Saul bragged with satisfaction. "Even if a fire dragon hits me, I can catch it with one hand and rub it on the ground."
"You don't even look at who you're bragging to," William teased. "I happen to have an adult fire dragon pet called Snuggle. Why don't we go to another planet and let you fight with Snuggle?"
Saul's expression froze. William continued, "Bet less, just ten thousand energy crystals?"
"Don't mention ten thousand, I don't even have a thousand in all my assets," Saul said embarrassedly.
"So poor?" William shook his head helplessly. "Then forget it, don't waste time. Saul, you try it first. If even you think that driving an F1 car is exciting, then go back and buy a motorcycle.
When you go back, bring back a car and some motorcycles to sell. Maybe you can earn some money to drink. "
"How about the price?" Before Saul could answer, Wilson, who was beside him, immediately opened his eyes. "Saul, I'll exchange a car with you for five tons of gold. How about that?"
"You're not kidding?"
This price couldn't be simpler for Saul. He didn't even need to buy it. When he went to Vanaheim, he would let the captives dig it up. A dozen cubic meters would be a few hundred tons.
However, to Wilson, who had already thought of the price of an F1 car, a car was only about eight million dollars.
However, five tons of gold was one hundred million dollars. Even if he had to pay taxes, he would still have more than seven times the profit. Only a fool wouldn't do it.
Saul wasn't a fool either. He had dealt with William for a long time. Seeing him roll his eyes when he heard Wilson's words, he knew that five tons of gold was a lot.
"Five tons is a little too much. How about three tons?"
"Deal," Wilson agreed without even thinking. He then raised his palm and hit Saul's palm, who was a little confused.
Selling a car and paying taxes in gold could earn him twenty-seven million dollars. Moreover, this matter only required him to place an order and wait for Saul to pick it up.
Wilson put his arm around Saul's shoulder and said happily, "How about we buy two cars first?"
"No problem."
One or two cars were the same to him. He might as well buy eight or ten cars at once so that he wouldn't have to look for Heimdall too often. It would be bad.
Wilson immediately hit Saul's palm and then walked in the direction of Shawn, the general manager of Aston Martin, laughing.
Seeing that Wilson was so enthusiastic, Saul quietly asked William, "This kid can earn a lot of money from this business?"
William thought about it and could imagine how much Wilson could earn. Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars were nothing to him.
However, answering this question still required some skill, lest Saul felt that he was at a disadvantage. Twenty to thirty million pounds was only two to three thousand star coins and twenty to thirty energy crystals.
"About twenty to thirty energy crystals per car."
"That's not a small amount."
Hearing this, William completely understood that although Saul was a prince, if he cared about twenty to thirty energy crystals, he was definitely the poorest prince.
He asked curiously, "Are you that poor?"
"What are you talking about? Thirty energy crystals is enough for me to drink for a whole month. It's enough for me to buy a gift for my mother."
"Damn it, you're a prince," William rolled his eyes at Saul's calculative calculation. He turned and walked to the changing area.
Seeing William leave in anger, Saul chuckled and walked to Wilson in a good mood.
Just as he approached, he heard Wilson say in the same calculative manner, "I'll pay ten million dollars first and reserve ten F1 cars from your company. Can't I do that?"
Shawn spread his hands. "You have to understand, Your Highness. F1 cars can't be sold except for our own use.
If you want ten cars, you have to pay in full. Moreover, with the current economic situation, we might lose eight and a half million dollars per car in these few months of production.
Unless you get the approval of Mr. Devonshire or Ms. Abigail, I can only say sorry. "
Wilson, who did not have that much cash, could not help but lower his body when he heard that he was looking for William. He wondered if he should ask Abigail.
Hearing this, Saul silently calculated and patted Wilson who was deep in thought. He asked, "How many tons of gold would eighty-five million dollars be?"
Wilson was stunned and immediately understood. "It should be less than five tons."
Saul thought about his sixty to seventy thousand star coins for wine and calculated that a ton of gold in the divine realm was less than a hundred star coins. He raised his head and shouted to the sky.
"Heimdall, help me prepare ten tons of gold. I'll pay you back in star coins when I get back."
Shawn looked at Saul with some surprise, silently thinking that there could be some high-tech equipment in the sky that was constantly monitoring his boss and His Highness Wilson's distinguished guest.
As for whether Saul was crazy or not, Shawn only thought about William's attitude towards Saul and felt that if he really thought that way, he would be the crazy one.
Saul smiled and said to Shawn, "I'll ask William to help me transport the gold in a while. You can go prepare my car."
Then, he pulled Wilson's shoulder. "Let's go, buddy. I've already paid for ten cars. You can drive as much as you want. If you crash, it's on me."
Thinking of his own small arms and legs, Wilson did not dare to get into an F1 car. Even if nothing happened, if the news got out, he would be grounded by his mother when he went home.
"No, no, no, I'm not you. If something happens, it's either an arm or a leg. I'll be responsible for getting the manager and engineer to be your correspondent and help you answer questions that you don't understand."
Thinking about Wilson's body, Saul nodded with some disappointment. "Okay."
He followed the puzzled Shawn to the changing area. As soon as he walked into the hall, he saw William in his racing suit and racing cap walking out.
Rolling his eyes at the two poor princes, William walked past them without saying goodbye and got into the prepared car. He looked at the worried team manager and whispered all kinds of things to take note of.
After chattering for a few minutes, the team manager finally persuaded, "Boss, you really don't want to consider using a Formula 3 car to practice?"
The maximum horsepower of a Formula 3 car was only 215, and his Vulcan had 800 horsepower. It was only 100 horsepower lower than an F1 car.
In addition, his physical fitness was dozens of times better than ordinary people, and he had the Sentinel armor. Even if something happened, his skin would not be damaged.
Hearing Sunday's surveillance of the entire Silverstone track, William nodded to the team manager after confirming that it was safe and sound. He started the engine.
Seeing this, the team manager could only check William's seatbelt, the various instruments and buttons on the driver's seat like a racer.
After the whole set, the old manager, who was fully focused, patted the racing cap on William's head like a racer and shouted, "Okay, you're allowed to set off."
William, who was patted on the head, stared straight at the old man in front of him. Seeing that he was focused, he understood what was going on.
He rolled his eyes at the team manager, who had already reacted and avoided eye contact. He stepped on the accelerator, changed gears, and rushed out of the maintenance area. He changed lanes and entered the main track with all the street lights turned on.
In the helicopter in the sky, the live host of the English ITV television station was holding a microphone and shouting excitedly.
"Did you get it? Did you get the boss looking for trouble again?"
"Got it, got it," the cameraman carrying a special camera replied in an equally excited voice.
When these words were transmitted back to the live broadcast room, the director immediately changed it to the host of the indoor live broadcast room.
However, the words "did you get the boss looking for trouble again" still spread to thousands of households.
Everyone who heard this laughed out loud.
Lena and Abigail, who were watching the live broadcast, were so angry that their faces darkened, while Jessie and Nyssa leaned on the sofa and suppressed their laughter.
Feeling Lena's nervous heartbeat, Serena held Lena's hand and said, "Don't worry, Madam. Even if William is hit by a train, he won't be hurt."
This reminded Lena of Gu Yi and magic. She nodded at Serena with relief and watched the racing car on the television with peace of mind.
After two laps, William slowly familiarized himself with the speed of the car and memorized all the conditions of the track.
He began to change gears on the longest straight of the Silverstone track, and the car accelerated to 350 km/h in just a few seconds.
Everyone in the team standing in the command area broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, William had Sunday to remind them at any time.
Seizing the best time to slow down, change gears, go around the corner, raise gears again, step on the accelerator, and go around the corner. After one lap, only one minute and 19.79 seconds had passed.
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