Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 66 Please don't disturb me while I'm reading.

"Could it be that the item has dubious origins?" Powell squinted and smiled. He was willing to accept Coleman's items, so he wasn't afraid of these kinds of situations. "You two, I won't ask where this item came from. Let's go to the bank now. Since the amount is quite large, it should take about three days for the transfer to be completed."

Two million dollars for this cup, that was a real steal!

William said to Alice, "You go with him to make the transfer."

The reason William was willing to forgo the remaining eight million dollars was that Powell was doomed to die. Could Powell really handle the Radiant Empress Pearl? Would the thousand-year-old evil spirit let him off the hook?

For a man who was about to die, William didn't bother to take his money.

"Why don't you go instead, use your card," Alice, though wealthy herself, felt that two million dollars was no small sum. Since it was William's money, it was best to transfer it directly to him.

William replied nonchalantly, "From now on, you handle the money."

What was the purpose of taking on an apprentice? For her to handle these trivial matters, of course. In the future, whether it was buying a shop or other matters, Alice would be the one to handle it.

"Alright," Alice now had a clear understanding of William's wealth.

She had previously thought that William didn't have much money, but now it was apparent that he was far from lacking. He casually took a teacup from his house and sold it for so much, even dismissing eight million dollars as if it was nothing.

What did two million dollars mean to him?

William sat in the store while Powell summoned a sales assistant to lead William to a sofa, even brewing a pot of tea for him. Only after Powell placed the Radiant Empress Pearl and the cup sold by William into the safe did he leave with Alice to go to the bank.

William sat on the sofa reading a book for about ten minutes when a young man dressed in black entered the "Eternal Life Emporium." He looked around like a hunting dog with a keen sense of smell, his eyes finally falling on the direction of Powell's safe, burning with fervor.

The sales assistant, seeing a customer enter the shop, quickly greeted him, asking, "Sir, how may I assist you?"

The young man in black looked at the sales assistant and asked, "Are you the owner?"

The sales assistant smiled, "I'm not the owner, but the owner is my father. You can tell me directly what you need."

In antique stores like this, many of the items were valuable, and family members usually helped out.

The young man nodded and asked, "Do you have any treasures here?"

"You're joking, sir. We have plenty of treasures here, but I'm not sure what you're looking for," the sales assistant replied, "Everything we sell here is genuine."

The young man narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard your boss got a pearl today? I came here for that pearl."

"Sir, you're well-informed," the sales assistant smiled and said, "But if you want that pearl, you'll have to wait. My father just left with someone, I'll call him to hurry back. Please take a seat over there."

"Fine! I'll wait, but tell him to be quick, I have other matters to attend to," the young man in black was led to the sofa across from William, and Powell's son brewed him a pot of tea.

William continued reading, completely ignoring the young man.

The Radiant Empress Pearl had appeared, and nearby Soulmancers should be able to sense it. It was not surprising that this young man had come. If William waited a bit longer, he expected more people would show up.

The Radiant Empress Pearl was indeed an ill-omened object for ordinary people, but for some Soulmancers, it was an invaluable treasure.

The young man's patience was clearly limited. In three minutes, he had already drunk five cups of tea and urged twice.

"What are you looking at?" The young man sitting across from William grew increasingly impatient, and William's calm demeanor only annoyed him further.

William's demeanor made him seem agitated. contemporary romance

William lifted his eyelids and smiled, saying, "The Grapes of Wrath."

"What the hell is this?" The young man stood up, snatched the book from William's hands, flipped through it a few times, then tossed it onto the table, knocking over a cup of tea. The book got wet. He waved his hand dismissively and said arrogantly, "Who writes this kind of novel? Only boring people would read such books. Get lost!"

William picked up the book from the table, wiped the tea off, and looked coldly at the young man. His smile had vanished.

If the young man had expressed interest in the book, William might have lent it to him.

But instead, he had taken the book, disparaged it, and even wet it.

William was angry.

"What are you staring at? Get lost!" The young man glared at William and shouted, "If you keep looking at me, I'll gouge your eyes out."

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In less than ten minutes, the "Eternal Life Emporium" became crowded with more customers—thirteen in total, including six Soulmancers, who seemed to know each other. As they entered, they exchanged greetings.

"Mr. Richardson, what brings you here?" A middle-aged man in a suit smiled at an older man, also in a suit. "Surely nothing here could catch your discerning eye?"

The older man chuckled, "Scott, no need for pretenses. I've heard the owner of this 'Eternal Life Emporium' acquired a pearl. I'm quite fond of this pearl and have already sent my grandson to make a reservation. Don't compete with me for it, alright?"

"Harris, why aren't you coming over to greet Mr. Taylor?" The old man, referred to as Mr. Richardson, called out to the young man sitting across from William. But the young man sat there, drooling, with a vacant look, not responding at all.

Mr. Richardson furrowed his brows, walked over, and patted the young man's cheek while calling out his name a few more times. Still, there was no response.

At this moment, he looked at William, "Young man, do you know what's wrong with my grandson?"

William put down the book, which was now clean and showed no signs of having been wet. He replied calmly, "It seems like he's having a seizure."

"A seizure?" The old man looked deeply at the young man. Indeed, he appeared to be having a seizure, but his grandson was a Soulmancer, albeit a novice one. Surely he couldn't be prone to such things?

William went back to his book, not saying anything further. Dealing with a novice Soulmancer required nothing more than a glance from William, whose consciousness had been mercilessly shattered.

When able, William chose not to use force. After all, nobody in the world could withstand a full blow from him. This person had been overly arrogant, and William had simply meted out a small punishment.

The other five Soulmancers came over. One of them put a finger on the young man's forehead, sensing something. As time passed, his eyebrows furrowed deeper. He pulled back the young man's eyelid to examine his eyes and finally said, "Mr. Richardson, it seems that Harris has lost his mind."

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