Chapter 1168 The real purpose
A rough estimate is that Berlin's economic losses today are at least over one billion US dollars.
Just as the German president was thinking about how the young man in front of him would make compensation, the other party took out a checkbook and a quill pen from somewhere.
One...Ten...Hundred...Thousand...Ten Thousand...Hundred Thousand...Million...
There are exactly 9 zeros, no decimal point, the first digit is 15, and the unit is US dollars.
Vincent signed his name, then lightly touched the seal with his fingertips, and a magical rune "?" that symbolized him was imprinted on it.
The president was not frightened by the $15 billion, nor did he doubt the authenticity of the check. He was simply curious about Vincent's background.
The Wu Cui Party's documents briefly introduce their membership composition. I think these compensations should be the intention of the old men.
It’s just 15 billion, their intention is really great.
With connections, money, and considerable personal strength, it's no wonder he's considered the number one threat by the German Ministry of Magic.
But if I accept the compensation...
The president's eyes left the check in front of him. "Mr. Wayne, according to you, you didn't intentionally destroy the city?"
"That's right, Mr. President," Vincent said calmly. "I am a Muggle-born wizard. I have my own code of conduct based on Muggle law and morality. I'm not some noseless, bald-headed murderer."
The President didn't care who the noseless bald murderer was, he cared about Vincent's principles based on Muggle law and morality.
Although time was too short to investigate the detailed losses, there seemed to be no major casualties in Berlin today.
Most of the credit here had to be attributed to the emergency evacuation, but a large amount of video footage proved that Vincent was capable of indiscriminate attacks. The President couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the small missiles that attacked the German Ministry of Magic attacked the city.
"Mr. Wayne, I cannot accept your compensation."
Vincent pushed the check back again and said, "Why? Mr. President, are you considering the mood of the German Ministry of Magic?"
The president admitted generously, "Yes, Mr. Wayne, matters of the wizarding world are handled by the wizarding world. This is the tacit understanding we have formed over hundreds of years."
Sending out troops was already a sign of distrust. If the German government accepted compensation, the Ministry of Magic would only be more dissatisfied.
Vincent nodded. "So that's how it is, but—"
He suddenly changed the subject, his tone sharpening, "Mr. President, shouldn't the Muggle government and the magical government be two independent entities with equal relations?"
The president's face suddenly changed. "Mr. Wayne, what do you mean?"
"Literally." Vincent tapped the check in front of him with his fingertips. "I deeply regret the damage I have caused to your country. The compensation is the price I have to pay for it. It has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic."
Although it may not sound nice, the Muggle government and the magical government are indeed two independent entities with equal relations.
It was the Muggle city that was destroyed. The Ministry of Magic should have taken care of the Muggle government. What kind of a deal was that, taking care of the Ministry of Magic in return? Is this a matter of superiors and subordinates?
The president's face darkened. "Mr. Wayne, it seems I underestimated you."
He originally thought that Vincent was just worried about whether he would be wanted by the German Muggle government, but he didn't expect that his real purpose was to sow discord.
"Mr. President, I'm just stating the facts."
The stance is quite neutral, and it is more like testing rather than sowing discord.
The president suddenly grinned and said, "Yes, it is true. It is indeed true."
After laughing, he looked back at the check in front of him.
After all, the whole thing was because the German Ministry of Magic underestimated Vincent's strength from the beginning and believed that they were capable of arresting him, so they chose to take action in the city.
The relationship between the Muggle government and the Ministry of Magic is equal. If they don't take care of you, why should you take care of them?
Since Vincent is willing to pay for the economic losses caused, why not accept it?
The president held down the check with one hand, as if accepting the compensation.
Vincent nodded secretly.
The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards the Muggle government is indeed similar to the wizards' attitude towards Muggles. They think they can solve everything and never consider the ideas of Muggles. They don't notice - or should I say, they never care about - the dissatisfaction of Muggles.
It’s not worth spending $15 billion to buy an intelligence, but the highlight is yet to come.
Vincent suddenly stretched out his hands and said, "Mr. President, in addition to compensation, I hope you can punish my crimes according to the law."
The president's pupils contracted instantly.
Are you kidding me? Using Muggle law to punish a wizard?
Even though this is a dark wizard wanted by the Ministry of Magic, the Muggle government has no right... No, Vincent's real purpose is to expose the truth about the existence of magic!
The incident has become so serious that a public trial is inevitable, and the whole world will be paying attention to this trial. The citizens who witnessed everything will become witnesses, and the video clips that were accidentally taken will become evidence.
The president coughed. “Mr. Wayne, you’re kidding again.”
Vincent withdrew his hands with a hint of disappointment. "Mr. President, is there anything wrong with publicly disclosing the existence of magic?"
"Not good, very bad." The president's expression was extremely serious. "This will cause great unrest in all walks of life, and may even trigger a new round of war."
Since taking office last year, the current president has actively promoted Germany's reflection on its Nazi history and has been committed to promoting social harmony. It is impossible for him to implicitly acknowledge the existence of magic.
"That's a pity." Vincent's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had already anticipated the president's answer.
His tone was very calm. "Mr. President, how do you plan to calm this situation? Are you still going to resort to the alien and UFO tactics?"
The president could hear the sarcasm hidden in his words. "Mr. Wayne, we will properly deal with this matter. You don't need to worry about it."
"That's good." Vincent stood up. "Mr. President, I'm very happy to talk to you."
He extended his hand, "I hope we'll have the chance to meet again."
The president stood up and shook hands with him. "If you're just here to be my guest, I'll definitely welcome you."
"By the way—" Vincent raised his left index finger, revealing the Flamel Ring to the other man. "Mr. President, I'm collaborating with the British Army. We're jointly establishing a special force dedicated to dealing with magical affairs. I wonder if you're interested?"
The president decisively refused, "No, I believe our Ministry of Magic is capable of handling it."
Although he was rejected on the spot, Vincent was not disappointed.
He had achieved his goal, planted a small seed.
When the MAST-MA forces demonstrated their strength to fight against magic, he believed that the Muggle governments of various countries would not sit idly by.
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