"I can't be sure for the time being." Might shook his head. "But I'm looking for someone to catch a living vampire and plan to test it. So, be careful before I tell you the news."
"Understood."
In the face of a possible non-human, Black Phantom, who had hovered on the edge of life and death several times, certainly would not underestimate the enemy. Seeing that William had nothing else to do, he took his backpack, bowed to William, and left the castle.
William asked Sunday about the defense of the castle and the London manor. After confirming that there was no problem, he opened the portal and went to the basement of the London manor.
At five o 'clock in the afternoon, the medical equipment was installed and debugged. After waiting for half an hour, he heard Sunday's report that Mourinho, team manager Kenny, and captain Marcel Desailly had arrived outside the manor.
He deliberately wore a white coat and a more high-tech monocle and took the elevator to the first floor of the manor.
Walking out of the manor's main building, he waved to Mourinho and the other two in front of his mother Lena, Abigail, and Jesse's surprised eyes at the main door.
After approaching, William smiled and said, "Sorry, my mother doesn't know that I've been in the lab. Welcome to the Devonshire manor, gentlemen."
Before Mourinho could speak, team manager Kenny said, "It's okay, Boss. We disturbed your experiment."
After shaking hands with William, Kenny stood at the side and gave Mourinho a look. Mourinho couldn't help but curse in his heart. He wasn't an idiot. How could he neglect a rich boss like William who didn't care about anything? Moreover, he didn't have the right to be arrogant now.
Seeing William reach out his hand, Mourinho shook it with both hands. "Thank you, thank you. It's an honor to be here as a guest. Like Kenny said, I hope I didn't disturb you."
"No." Shaking his head, William lied with his eyes wide open. "Most of the time, I was thinking in my head. There weren't many opportunities to experiment."
Letting go of Mourinho's hand, he looked at Marcel Desailly in the wheelchair. "I know you, Marcel Desailly, France's defensive general. I heard that you were appointed as the captain of the France national team some time ago. Are you interested in taking over the captain's armband of Chelsea?"
There was such a thing?
Other than Jesse, who did not understand football, the others could not help but look at William, but William just smiled and did not explain.
As the captain of the French national team, Marcel Desailly's style of play suited Mourinho's tactics. It was a good thing for Chelsea to have him as the captain.
After a few years, when Terry grew up and Marcel was about to retire, he would change him.
"Can … can I?"
It was probably his first time meeting the owner of the team. Moreover, this super-rich owner wanted him to be the captain of the club when he was injured.
This made Marcel Desailly, who had seen the world for more than ten years and had won the Champions League and the World Cup, excited.
Ignoring Mourinho, whose face was a little stiff, William smiled and said, "After the winter break, I will spend a large sum of money to support Manager Mourinho's transfer. Next summer, there will also be a large sum of money to enter the team to recruit players.
With the arrival of a group of new players and young players, we need an experienced person like you to help manage the locker room. Of course, this is just a suggestion. The real decision is up to the coach. "
After saying that, William looked at Mourinho. Mourinho shrugged, probably because he heard William personally agree to his recruitment. "As long as you are willing to get rid of the current senior players and captain, I have no reason to refuse Marcel, who is the captain of the French national team."
"Getting rid of the players sounds bad. I like the idea of a peaceful breakup." William turned to look at Kenny and said, "How much is the total value of the players who are not in the plan?"
"A total of four players with a value of about six million pounds." Kenny thought for a few seconds before replying.
Shrugging, when it came to six million pounds, William did not pretend to be generous and said that the players would be free to transfer. "Then you do as you see fit. Just don't let the players scold us after they leave the team."
After a notification from Sunday that the paparazzi outside had taken photos of their meeting, William smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll take Marcel to the laboratory first."
Seeing that the boss was not generous enough to let him go directly, Kenny breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although the team had achieved results in the past few months and the ticket sales had been good, six million pounds was definitely a large sum of money for Kenny, who had always been careful with his spending.
Mourinho and Marcel did not say anything either. They had seen a lot of breakups and reunions. It was already very kind of them to not set up obstacles and let the players choose their own team to join.
Walking into the manor, everyone took the elevator directly to the basement. Seeing that they had to go through three checkpoints to enter the laboratory, everyone could not help but look forward to the self-healing technology that William had mentioned.
After letting Marcel lie in a separate sealed cabin and put on a breathing device, William asked with a smile, "Other than the ankle sprain, do you have any other injuries in your body?"
Marcel could not help but hesitate. After thinking about it, he said, "Does the surgery on my left foot count?"
William smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. To me, you're not a player now, but my injured player. As a player, you're worth about ten or twenty million, but the value of this instrument and its future are worth more than 100 Chelsea's. Do you understand?"
The reason was simple. If this instrument could really cure Marcel's sprain and other hidden dangers, it would be a great blessing for the athlete.
As for William, as the inventor, it was extremely easy for him to earn money.
Marcel, who understood this in just a few seconds, said, "My lower back has been hurting occasionally for the past two years. Can this be cured?"
William nodded. "Of course. This instrument can cure fractures, sprains, and muscle injuries. If it's cancer, genetics, viruses, or lesions, then there's no way."
Then he joked, "I was wondering why your condition had declined a lot in the past two years when you haven't been to the bar. So it's because of this. This is probably why you didn't hesitate to accept treatment."
Marcel nodded embarrassedly. It was probably because William was so famous that Marcel, who knew about his condition, did not hesitate to try it.
William did not care about this kind of hidden injury that could not be detected because most players had it. There was no reason to mind even if you wanted to.
"Don't worry. You'll probably be back to the state you were a few years ago when you weren't injured during training tomorrow. But if you're better, should I ask the French Football Association for treatment fees?"
Seeing that William did not blame him, Marcel also joked, "You know, Boss. It's a bit difficult."
"Forget it then. The next time they take the initiative to look for me, I'll add the cost of your treatment to their other players."
"Haha." Lena could not help but pat William. "Well, William, don't be so stingy. Marcel is our player. Just treat it as a benefit."
"Okay, let's get started."
After saying that, the treatment chamber automatically closed. Then, a planar light column appeared in front of William. After pressing on it a few times, the treatment chamber was automatically injected with self-healing liquid. Soon, Marcel was completely surrounded.
Not long after, Marcel, who was a little flustered because he was wrapped in water, quickly calmed down and slowly fell asleep.
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