"More dangerous than the Dark Devil King?" Philip asked in disbelief. "That's impossible."
Six years after Voldemort's death, Harry, who was now 24 years old and much stronger than before, explained nervously.
"I can feel a suffocating aura of death from the Duke of Devonshire. The number of people who died at his hands is no less than Voldemort's."
After saying this, Harry recalled the past and continued with a fearful expression, "And how old is he? 23？”
"23 years old is no less than Voldemort's. When he's the same age as Voldemort, how many people do you think he'll be able to kill?
If we bring this kind of person into the Magus World, once he causes trouble, he'll be even more dangerous than Voldemort. "
"But you can't stop him from learning magic."
Philip, who had some understanding of William's past, knew very well how many people William had killed. He also knew that once William became interested in Magus magic, he would do everything in his power to find it.
In the Magus Families, many people's desire for gold was no less than that for magic.
But what William really cared about now was not magic. "Sunday, help me create a mission called the Sentinel Robot Project. Research the Skrull's transformation ability and see if it can replace the Mystic's genes."
"Understood, sir. The mission has been created. Please provide the blueprints and materials needed for the Sentinel Robot Project."
The blueprints could only wait until he returned to the manor, but the materials needed were not a problem.
From the system in his mind, he searched for information on the Sentinel Robot and walked towards the banquet hall.
He didn't pay attention to what Harry and Philip were talking about.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, when he saw Harry release so many spells, he was certain that Harry would be able to use them.
He had confirmed that in terms of magic power, he could completely beat Harry Potter.
Moreover, in the English Magus World, where even the use of killing spells would result in imprisonment, William really didn't have the mood to deal with these people.
If he became one of them and casually killed an opponent or a threat, he might be treated as a Dark Magus and be eliminated by these pretentious and benevolent Magi.
When he returned to the banquet hall, although the banquet had not started yet, almost everyone who came to attend the banquet had already arrived.
The banquet at noon was mainly attended by the nobles and the upper echelons of England. They were also having a proper meal. In the evening, there was a cocktail party. Not only were the upper echelons of England present, but there were also many celebrities from other countries.
Therefore, as soon as they entered the banquet hall, William was surrounded by all kinds of people. Fortunately, Wilson quickly came over with Abigail and helped to share the firepower.
Fortunately, most of them were familiar with William and did not disturb him.
As for those who had nothing to do with William in business and were not interested in getting to know him, most of them just raised their glasses towards William and smiled before chatting with the people around them.
"Hi, William."
William was chatting with Grosvenor and his son when he heard the shout. He scanned the area with his mental power and knew who it was.
He nodded apologetically to Grosvenor and his son. When he turned around, he saw Obadiah Stane, who was tall, sturdy, with a beard and a big bald head.
There was also Justin Hammer, who was not tall, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a wretched appearance. He could recognize him at a glance.
"Hi, God, Mr. Stane, how long has it been since we last met?" William took the initiative to reach out and shake Obadiah's hand. "It's really surprising and delightful to see you here."
"Me too, William." Seeing that William was so familiar with him, Obadiah was also very happy. He couldn't help but shake his hand a few more times before he said with a laugh, "It's been two years since we last met.
Almost three years. I've been looking forward to seeing you at the board meeting, but you haven't attended, so I could only take the initiative to come to London to see you. "
"Haha, sorry." Only a ghost would believe that, but William still said politely, "You know, I only have 7% of Stark Industries' shares. There's no difference whether I go or not.
I might as well sit at home and wait for you and Tony to help me make money. In this way, I'm the most comfortable boss who doesn't have to do anything. "
"Haha, haha."
Hearing William's interesting words, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
After confirming that William's attitude towards him was good, Obadiah was in the mood to explain to Justin, who was waiting anxiously on the side.
"No need, Obadiah. I know Mr. Hammer, and I admire some of Mr. Hammer's methods."
With that, William ignored everyone's curiosity and took the initiative to reach out to Justin. "Thank you for coming to this reception, Mr. Hammer. I'm William Devonshire. It's nice to meet you."
"I, I, I'm also very happy to meet you, Mr. Devonshire. I'm Justin Hammer, chairman of the board of directors of Hammer Industries."
After introducing himself, Justin Hammer was a little too excited. He took out a business card and respectfully handed it over with both hands.
The surrounding Englishmen and Obadiah couldn't help but look at Justin with disdain. At a reception like this, unless the other party asked, no one would take the initiative to hand over a business card.
But whether Justin was a pain in the ass or really didn't know etiquette, William could only take the business card, look at it a few times, and say with a smile, "I'm very happy that Mr. Hammer has acquired Bruce Hammer's company.
"I'm very happy that you've acquired Mr. Bruce Hammer's company. I hope you can inherit the Hammer family's tradition and carry it forward."
"Thank you, thank you." Justin tactfully raised his head and looked at William, then a sad expression appeared on his face.
"It's a pity that I didn't take good care of my nephews and nieces, and they left this world one after another. It's my fault."
"My condolences, Mr. Hammer."
Justin, who was paying attention to William out of the corner of his eye, found that William, as he expected, was in a good mood when he said his condolences.
He immediately understood that the deaths of his cheap uncle, Bruce Hammer, and his two sons, were definitely related to William. That was why he had a good impression of the person who dealt with Bruce's descendants and helped to eliminate the root of the problem.
This discovery immediately put Justin, who had been feeling uneasy, at ease. After all, he and William were definitely on the same side in this matter.
As they chatted, William also figured out the purpose of Obadiah and Justin attending the banquet today.
He didn't care much about Justin Hammer's desire to get the M416's authorization.
Letting Justin, who specialized in selling arms, sell it would also prevent William from being labeled as an arms dealer.
In addition, he didn't have to lay out his own sales network to find buyers for large orders and earn less, so William didn't mind.
But Obadiah, this bastard baldy, had a big appetite and didn't have any self-awareness. He thought that by opening up the American market, he could impress William and get the Self-Healing Device agent.
However, seeing these two guys who were willing to do anything for money, William suddenly felt that it would be good to have them go out and make more trouble for the Americans who were stuck in the desert.
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