Chapter 1177 Good Afternoon, Mr. Lucius Malfoy

Maidenhead is adjacent to Windsor and the town became a commuter hotspot for London due to the construction of Crossrail.

Lucius was in a manor on the banks of the Thames. Although this manor was far less grand than the Malfoy family manor, it was safe enough because it was not recorded by the Ministry of Magic.

As time passed, Lucius became more and more uneasy.

According to the plan, the dark wizard he hired would have completed the task long ago.

Another 10 minutes passed, and still no news.

Just as he turned on the projection screen to ask, a shadow suddenly appeared above the manor.

Lucius's gray pupils shrank instantly, and he looked in horror as a white figure smashed through the roof and landed in front of him.

"Good afternoon—" Vincent slowly took off the disguise mask, "Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

He casually threw away an eyeball covered in silver frost.

Judging from its size, the eyeball seems to belong to a human, and the faint evil aura it exudes indicates that it is a black magic prop.

The black velvet carpet was so smooth that my eyes rolled all the way to Lucius' feet.

The smell of blood, a strong smell of blood.

Lucius stared at the silver frost-covered eyeball at his feet. This was a black magic prop he had bought at a high price. It could accurately lock onto the target and attack.

Obviously, the operation failed.

Damn dark wizard, he has no principles at all and actually dared to reveal that he is the employer.

Vincent snapped his fingers, causing a chair placed next to Lucius to fly behind him.

He smiled and sat down. "How ironic, Mr. Malfoy, your family's ancestors followed William the Conqueror to England, and yet today I wiped out the dark wizards you hired outside the castle he ordered to be built."

Lucius's expression was extremely ugly.

"Hasn't your Malfoy family fallen out with the royal family? Why don't you let those dark wizards attack the castle directly?"

Vincent leaned back in his chair and looked at him with interest. "What are you worried about? The little bit of affection you have left with the royal family? Or -"

"Wayne!" Lucius gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why should I consider the royal family? You underestimate our Malfoy family!"

Vincent shook his head in disdain. "The noble Malfoy family? Before the Statute of Secrecy, weren't you always intermarrying and doing business with Muggles?"

"Wayne!"

"Now, you are nothing more than Voldemort's lackeys."

"Wayne!" Lucius' eyes were red, and he overturned the exquisitely carved ebony coffee table in front of him.

Vincent waved his hand and smashed it into pieces. "Was I wrong?"

He slowly took out the double snake staff and said, "You want to give this to Voldemort in exchange for his trust, but you all misunderstood one thing."

His caduceus rested on the spotless black velvet carpet. "This is not Salazar Slytherin's caduceus. This is my caduceus, Vincent Wayne's caduceus."

Lucius's mind went blank, and the enormous magical power emitted by the double snake staff made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Eh?" Vincent withdrew his magic power without interest. "Mr. Malfoy, where's your wand?"

Faced with the ridicule, the pale-faced Lucius just snorted coldly.

"Let me guess, your wand is with Voldemort?"

Another cold snort.

"So you're not even a dog in Voldemort's eyes."

Lucius clenched his fists tightly, unable to tolerate Vincent's teasing any longer.

He lost his usual elegance and composure. He pointed at Vincent's nose and cursed, "What are you so proud of, you little bastard? Don't forget, you are now the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminal!"

"Thank you for your reminder." Vincent waved his hand expressionlessly, and Lucius immediately fell off the chair uncontrollably.

"I'm a criminal, and it's time to do something befitting of a criminal."

The invisible magical force pressed down on Lucius, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Vincent hooked his finger at him dismissively, asking him to come closer to him. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, we need to have a good talk about your precious life."

Lucius was thrown back into the chair with a resentful look in his eyes.

"Draco and I are classmates, so I won't make it too difficult for you."

Humiliation, an extremely familiar humiliation.

These days, he has been enduring this humiliation of powerlessness all the time.

And today, he was even severely humiliated by the Muggle-born Vincent.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trickery is futile.

Lucius finally faced reality and tried his best to suppress the anger that was boiling in his heart.

"Wayne, what do you want?"

Vincent spread his hands casually and said, "It depends on how you view your life."

"Huh—" Lucius sneered, "One million gold Galleons."

Vincent raised his chin slightly to show his disdain. "That's just a small amount. Did you give all your family fortune to Voldemort?"

Lucius snorted, "I can give you more, but I need time."

Forget about paying in installments. Who knows if he will displease Voldemort one day and suddenly die?

"I want land, all the land the Malfoy family owns abroad."

Lucius' eyes narrowed into a thin line, and the hidden murderous intent seemed to be about to erupt at any time.

The Malfoy family has existed for nearly a thousand years. Although they sold a large amount of land purchased from Muggles due to the birth of the Statute of Secrecy, the manor here is just the tip of the iceberg, and many are still deeply hidden.

"Everything?" Lucius snorted again. "Okay, deal!"

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He agreed so readily that even a fool would know there was something fishy going on.

Vincent threw him a pre-written magic contract and said, "Sign your name, and we're all clear."

Lucius took the contract and his expression turned extremely ugly after he opened it.

Three top red wine estates in the Bordeaux region of France, five secret oil fields in Saxony and Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, rare earth mining areas in Telemark, Norway, and uranium mines in Siberia and the Far East of Russia...

These are lands that the Malfoy family has secretly purchased over the past hundred years, and they are all of extremely high strategic significance.

Lucius couldn't help but feel terrified.

It hasn't even been an hour since the operation began. How did Vincent find out about these places?

Could it be an advance investigation... No, it was the group of old WUC members he saved in Germany.

Lucius decisively signed his name on the magic contract.

These old men have considerable power, so it doesn't matter whether we conduct an investigation in advance or not.

With his criminal record in Azkaban, everyone thought that Vincent sneaked into Extag Prison on a whim. Now it seems that things are not that simple at all.

Lucius was a smart man and seemed to have guessed something.

Vincent put away the magic contract, stood up, and snapped his fingers lightly, pulling Lucius from the chair to stand in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you don't gain anything, Voldemort will definitely not let you go, right?"

"Wayne, what do you want to do!"

"I'll give you an excuse."

Lucius smashed against the arched doors and windows uncontrollably, fell heavily on the lawn outside the manor and was dragged for dozens of meters.

Covered in dust and dirt, he sat up in a miserable state, watching the sound of the night fade away from the top of the manor with resentful eyes.

After a moment, he calmed down.

Regardless of whether his guess was correct or not, the Muggle-born Vincent was no longer the same person he used to be. He was no longer the little wizard he could control at will.

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