Chapter 818 Marcello Fabius Scipio

The experience of flying in a cylinder is great, with no turbulence or vibration at all.

Even though it's a little slow, it's much better than being stuck in a small space in an elevator.

Looking down at the beautiful gardens and grand entrance hall, even the worst mood will be brightened.

The cylinder carried the three people through the magic barrier in the center of the dome, and a spacious room appeared before them.

The huge and thick walls are covered with countless ingenious concentric circle patterns, the floor is a uniquely textured wooden floor, the arched ceiling is layered, and a crystal chandelier hangs in the center.

The artistic room made Vincent and Hermione unable to help but take a few more glances after they came down from the column.

The brown-haired girl waited patiently.

Romanesque architecture often gives people an impression of grandeur and solemnity. It is huge and complex, emphasizing the contrast of light and dark, while the decoration is relatively simple and crude.

"I'm sorry, this room is just too beautiful."

"It's okay, Mr. Wayne."

The brown-haired girl came to a stone door with intricate relief carvings and said, "Minister Scipio's office is at the end of the corridor behind. Please come in."

She pushed open the stone door, revealing a long arched corridor.

Vincent and Hermione said their polite goodbyes and stepped onto the black and white marble floor.

The room at the end has no door, only an arched door frame that blends in with the surrounding walls.

Vincent knocked lightly on the door frame with his hand, making a not-too-loud sound.

"Please wait a moment." A voice in pure English came from inside.

Not long after, Minister Scipio, dressed in a dark grey Italian robe, came out with a smile on his face.

He was a little surprised when he saw Vincent, but soon he smiled brightly again and opened his arms to hug him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wayne."

"Long time no see, Mr. Minister Scipio."

It has been exactly three years since Nicolas Flamel's funeral. Vincent was just a child at that time, but I didn't expect that he has grown up so much now.

After a warm hug, Scipio led the two into the office.

The spacious and bright office is filled with many statues and paintings, many of which are half-finished.

Combined with the previous sentence "wait a moment", Vincent guessed that these works of art should all have been created by Scipio in his spare time.

Hermione guessed it as well, but now she was very nervous.

Facing a Minister of Magic, and a minister who seemed much more reliable than Fudge, it would be difficult for anyone to be as relaxed as Vincent.

Scipio led the two to an elegant and classical sofa, "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, please take a seat."

He sat on the sofa opposite the two of them, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Or tea?"

"Black tea will do."

As soon as he finished speaking, two cups of black tea appeared on the coffee table in front of them.

Hermione looked surprised.

There was no fluctuation of mana, it looked like it was sent by the house-elf.

She couldn't help but feel impressed by the openness of the Italian Ministry of Magic.

In Britain, house-elves were treated like slaves, with the exception of those at Hogwarts who had a slightly better life.

But in Italy, they can actually use magic in the Ministry of Magic. Although there must be many restrictions, it is still much better than the British Ministry of Magic's requirement to wipe windows with bare hands.

Scipio noticed her strangeness and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Miss Granger? Is our black tea not to your taste?"

Hermione quickly shook her head, "No, Mr. Minister, I'm just admiring the openness of the Italian Ministry of Magic."

Scipio thought about it for a moment and soon figured out what she meant.

He laughed heartily, "Haha - if Minister Fudge heard this, he would definitely be very sad."

Hermione didn't respond, but picked up the teacup and took a sip of red tea awkwardly.

Vincent changed the subject at the right time, "Mr. Minister, you should be very interested in sculptures and paintings, right?"

Scipio said as he looked at the half-finished works, "Of course, I attended a Muggle art school for a few years when I was young, but unfortunately I didn't have much time to create properly in those years."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, we should have made an appointment in advance. We didn't mean to disturb your creation."

He smiled again, "It's okay, this is just my hobby. How can I neglect you two guests who have come from afar?"

Not only did Vincent and Hermione's impression of him become better and better, but he also had a good impression of the two of them.

After not seeing each other for three years, Vincent did not become complacent after winning many honors. He was even considerate and helped his secretary out of a difficult situation.

Such a person will soon be trusted by everyone wherever he goes.

Scipio nodded secretly in his heart.

If it is a mutually beneficial cooperation, he will not refuse it emotionally.

However, Vincent was not in a hurry at all. After the polite exchanges, he started chatting with him.

Gradually, Hermione on the side was no longer as nervous as at the beginning.

Scipio again keenly noticed the change in her.

A simple boss and secretary? I'm afraid they can't be that simple.

He took a sip of coffee and said, "Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are not here just to discuss cooperation today."

Vincent neither admitted nor denied it. "Mr. Minister, I am really sorry that our arrival has taken up your precious free time."

He nodded slightly at Hermione, "But I'm sure you'll be very interested in the cooperation I'm going to discuss next."

"Oh?" Scipio took the plan handed over by Hermione, "Mr. Wayne, I have to state in advance that there are actually not many things in this world that can interest me."

Vincent was confident, "Believe me, Mr. Minister, you will definitely be interested."

"Broadcast the game?" Scipio's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The not-too-thick plan certainly did not involve specific technical principles, but the performance parameters of the magic base station gave him a deep shock.

If memory serves, Muggles have similar devices.

However, the magic base station does not require power supply, nor does it require long cables, let alone frequent maintenance.

The magic signal transmitted using dot matrix will not interfere with electronic signals at all, and its super strong penetrating power can almost ignore all currently known magic barriers.

How could the Italian Ministry of Magic have complete control over such a powerful alchemical device?

The Italian magic world already has a Gwent flagship store, so promoting the alchemy store shouldn't be that difficult.

The key is the attitude of the International Alchemy Association.

Scipio put down the plan and frowned at the young man who was sitting patiently opposite him.

As expected of an apprentice of legendary alchemy, after Gwent and alchemical products, he actually came up with a new invention that could change the times.

In his vision, wizards of the future will no longer need newspapers or owls to deliver letters.

As more and more new devices connected to magic base stations are invented, more traditional industries in the magic world will face elimination.

Accept the progress of the times?

Or should we continue with the status quo?

Scipio needs to consider not only cooperation, but also whether the Italian magical community needs to change.

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