A portal appeared on Mars, where William had temporarily stored Ahmanet.
He turned to Sunday and said, "Retrieve Ahmanet and load her onto the spaceship, then have it stand by in outer space."
"Understood, Sir."
"Who's Ahmanet?"
Wilson finally asked curiously, "The mastermind behind last night's attack?"
"Yeah."
William nodded before grinning slyly at Wilson.
"My advice? Don't go near her.
Otherwise, you might develop a permanent fear of princesses,
Or worse—you might never be interested in women again."
"Screw you!"
Wilson, furious at William's curse on his love life, slapped him on the shoulder.
Unfortunately, with William's enhanced physique, pushing him was like shoving a brick wall.
Not only did Wilson fail to move him, but he also twisted his wrist in the process.
Watching Wilson rub his sore wrist, William didn't get angry—there was no reason to.
After all, he wasn't looking to become a lonely recluse without friends.
So he opened the car's mini-fridge, grabbed a few ice cubes, wrapped them in a pocket square, and tossed them to Wilson.
Wilson took the makeshift ice pack, pressing it against his aching wrist, relieved that William wasn't mad.
Still, he grumbled,
"Damn it, man. What the hell did you do to yourself?
It was like punching a concrete wall."
William just chuckled.
"You don't just train for this."
"Wait… so you didn't build this strength through training?"
Wilson's eyes gleamed mischievously as he leaned in and whispered,
"Don't tell me… you've been working on some kind of super-soldier serum.
If you have, buddy, you better hook me up."
William rolled his eyes.
"You've been reading too many comic books.
You're overthinking it."
Since Philip already knew about his magic, there was no point in keeping secrets from Wilson.
And it was better to attribute all his powers to magic—
That way, people wouldn't make wild guesses, and it would be easier to accept.
"No serum," William said.
"But I can do this."
He extended his palm, and an ice crystal instantly formed in his hand.
The ice then shifted under his control, morphing into various shapes,
Until it finally solidified into the Devonshire family's stag crest.
"Holy sh—"
Wilson instinctively pressed himself against the car door, staring at the ice sculpture in shock.
Once he realized it wasn't dangerous, his curiosity won out—
He reached out to touch the ice, wondering if it was real.
But his eager expression looked a little too comical,
So William spun the ice sculpture toward Wilson at high speed.
Startled, Wilson jerked his hand back and nearly pulled the door handle open to escape.
William grabbed his shoulder, then burst out laughing.
Once Wilson realized the ice wasn't attacking, he regained his composure.
Ignoring William's laughter, he carefully grabbed the ice sculpture.
"Damn!"
Feeling the coldness in his hand, Wilson shouted in delight,
"This is real?!
God! This is actually real!"
He turned to William, eyes filled with excitement and trembling anticipation.
"Teach me."
William shook his head.
He had neither the time nor patience to train anyone in magic.
Seeing Wilson's face fall, William chuckled and explained,
"Magic isn't something you learn—you either have it or you don't.
If you were born with magical talent,
The British Ministry of Magic would have registered you at birth.
By the time you turned eleven,
You would've received an invitation to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
But judging by the fact that neither you nor your brother Harry got that letter,
It's safe to say you don't have magic."
"Wait…" Wilson frowned.
"You mean to tell me you went to this magic school?"
Then, remembering something, he added,
"But your official records say you attended regular schools in London.
How does that work?"
William's expression darkened slightly.
"I never said I studied at Hogwarts."
His lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"Those arrogant fools in the Ministry begged me to enroll,
But I refused."
He scoffed.
"Sure, some of their magic is useful,
But needing a wooden stick to cast spells?
That's just pathetic."
After venting his long-standing annoyance about not getting a Hogwarts acceptance letter,
William patted Wilson on the shoulder, casting a healing spell on him.
As expected—
Wilson had no magic talent.
If he did, he would have reacted like Emily Kyle did years ago,
Where his body would have instinctively started absorbing magic.
But for Wilson, the experience was still mind-blowing.
Not only did his wrist heal instantly,
But even his sore back—from being a little too enthusiastic with his girlfriend—felt completely refreshed.
"Holy crap!" Wilson gasped.
"Do that again!"
William shoved him away, rolling his eyes.
"A single healing spell costs $30 million according to my private contracts."
He smirked.
"But since you're my friend, I'll give you a 90% discount—just $3 million."
"Thirty million?!"
Wilson's jaw dropped.
"Who the hell would pay that?!"
William just grinned knowingly.
"There are plenty of 'idiots' willing to pay."
Reaching into his pocket, William retrieved a self-healing jade talisman from his storage space.
"If you weren't my friend,
Even $30 million wouldn't be enough to buy this."
Wilson snatched the talisman, holding it up to the light.
Even though he couldn't understand the green magical energy inside it,
He immediately recognized it as something valuable.
Grinning, he asked, "How does this thing work?"
Seeing Wilson's smug face, William knew he was planning to keep it for free.
He chuckled and explained,
"Crush it.
As long as you're not dead,
It will stabilize any injuries within five seconds—
Unless your heart or brain is destroyed, or your limbs are completely severed."
"Damn!"
Wilson grinned, immediately stuffing the talisman into his pocket.
He knew damn well that if William didn't want to give it to him,
There was no way he'd have gotten his hands on it.
Meanwhile, William had his own reasons for parting with the talisman.
Previously, these jade charms were highly valuable to the Yautja (Predators).
But now that their civil war was over,
Their demand had dropped from 3,000 per month to just 1,000.
Since this business might soon dry up,
William was already considering expanding his market—
Maybe even reaching out to the Star-Lord's adoptive father, Yondu,
To help the mutant Yautja regain power.
At the same time, he planned to upgrade the jade talismans—
And sell the older versions to new customers.
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