I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 490

Using one's position to earn extra income is an unspoken understanding among everyone in the British civil service.

Lyon is a prime example of this, always managing to accomplish the most with the least amount of money, leaving himself with a substantial sum after smoothing things over with everyone.

The recent busy schedule of receiving foreign guests had indeed kept Lyon occupied, but when he tasted the wine worth nearly ten thousand pounds, Lyon immediately felt that it was all worth it.

But he hadn't enjoyed it for long when he received this phone call.

trouble?

This veiled threat and unhurried tone clearly indicates that this is not an ordinary person.

Lyon's mind quickly flashed through all the guests he had recently hosted.

Is he the head of the environmental organization who came here yesterday to argue with the finance minister? Or is he a representative of a local political party in Scotland?

Or perhaps they are wealthy Asians who have come to discuss transferring their assets to Britain.
However, in Lyon's memory, the hospitality he had arranged was perfect, and the negotiation process went quite smoothly.

The participants had no reason to cause trouble for themselves afterwards.

"I'm sorry, I really can't remember when I offended you, sir."

Lyon carefully considered his words.

"You at least need to let me know where my trouble comes from."

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lyon, but you have offended not me, but a distinguished guest from the Vatican.”

Vatican City?
Lyon recalled the Vatican members who had visited London recently.

They were instructed to handle important matters, but it doesn't matter which one was received by a team under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

He initially thought it was just a normal reception, but during their brief time together, Lyon discovered their true nature: they were nothing more than country bumpkins from a small country.

What's even more interesting is that these devout country bumpkins believe that thrift is a virtue in their faith and reject overly luxurious and comfortable dwellings.

Lyon, being a good Samaritan, arranged for them to stay in a relatively inexpensive, ordinary hotel.

Since it's them, there's nothing to be afraid of. Fooling country bumpkins is never a difficult task.

Thinking of this, Leon immediately felt relieved, and even his tone became more confident.

"All accommodations were arranged according to the requests of the guests from the Papacy. I don't know where the offense came from."

"Oh? It also includes placing important candidates for sainthood in dilapidated buildings that have been neglected for years? Interesting. According to the investigation, that building seems to be your own property."

"The Holy See...a saint?"

Lyon suddenly felt his throat was a little dry and subconsciously wanted to drink a couple of sips of red wine to moisten it, but when he looked down, he found that the glass in his hand had fallen onto the carpet because of his brief moment of distraction.

"I've never heard of any saintess in the Vatican."

"It will be available soon."

"……All right."

Lyon let out a long sigh.

He finally understood what a stupid thing he had done, but it was too late. The other party called to inform him that they obviously wouldn't let him off easily.

“I did do all of this, and it could become a diplomatic incident, and I could be punished. But that will be a long time from now, and in the meantime, many things can change.”

The money spent on bribing officials over the years will eventually come in handy.

Regardless, I am still an insider. As long as I pay the price, in the end I will just get away with it.

"The broken windows theory has given you unwarranted courage, Mr. Lyon. You think you still have a long, carefree life ahead of you, don't you? But have you ever considered how I found this phone number?" "The fact that your friend was treated so disrespectfully greatly displeases the head of the Ron Mayfair family. Do you want the Mayfair family's extraordinary individual to come to your apartment and speak with you in person?"

“You cannot treat your life as a game, Mr. Lyon.”

On the other end of the phone, the messenger's unhurried, gentle, and gentlemanly tone sent a chill down Lyon's spine, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Extraordinary person.

Those beings who look no different from ordinary people but possess terrifying power are a group of walking weapons of war.

And Mayfair!
A behemoth whose influence spans many sectors of Britain, and which enjoys considerable prestige in the political, business, and military circles.

The current prime minister's political party has its own protégés.

The nun's stunningly beautiful face flashed through Leon's mind, but now he only found her face repulsive.

damn it!
Having such powerful connections but never mentioning them—is this entrapment tactic just to satisfy one's own perverse tastes?

He cursed inwardly in an attempt to suppress the growing fear, but it only had the opposite effect.

Thank you for letting me know.

"You're welcome, Mr. Lyon. You're an excellent administrator. I won't go into details about what to do next. Well then, good luck."

After hanging up the phone, Lyon felt dizzy and nearly fell forward. He barely managed to steady himself and his gaze fell on the newly opened bottle of wine on the wine cabinet.

Now, when Lyon tastes that fragrant and delicious wine again, he only feels an overwhelming bitterness.

This isn't just alcohol; it's his life and fortune!

……

"Are you full?"

"I'm full, thank you very much."

After finishing three large bowls of wontons, soup and all, Theresa put down her spoon with satisfaction and took out a tissue from the table to wipe her mouth.

Jamie, Ron, and Alice all couldn't help but twitch at the corner of their eye.

It's hard to imagine how such a small body could hold so much food; that's the equivalent of two or three adult men's appetite.

It would be really hard to support her without some financial resources.

"You can stay here with me for now until they give an explanation. Anyway, this house is quite big."

"Ah."

Seeing that Theresa agreed to the invitation, Su Fan nodded slightly, then looked in Alice's direction and took out a letter from his Pot Heaven space.

“Arro Volturi sent a letter over not long ago, but I haven’t opened it yet.”

“The Latin above is different from what I know. It must be a special grammar used by you vampires. You can interpret it.”

Alice took the envelope that floated to her, tore off the sealing wax, glanced at it, and then placed it on the table, withdrawing her hand with obvious disgust.

Arrow's choice of words and sentence structure perfectly inherited the flamboyant style of medieval nobles; although elegant, it always had a touch of affectation.

But the contents of the letter caught Alice's attention.

"They thanked you for saving Caius and the Royal Guard, and invited you to visit them. In addition, they said they had discovered the whereabouts of the missing Holy Knights of the Papacy."

(End of this chapter)