Vogel or Rosier

Not many wizards knew that Amosta maintained friendly ties with the highest ranks of goblin society, but among goblins, it was no secret.

Unfortunately, when Amosta arrived in Paris, old Bana was not at headquarters. Responsible for the financial affairs of goblins across many countries, he was usually far busier than Amosta. It was perfectly normal for him to visit Gringotts branches in other nations, but fortunately, thanks to his considerable reputation among goblins, Amosta did not have to spend much effort before meeting Eng, who maintained a "friendly" relationship with Ludo.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Breen—"

Like the goblins responsible for Gringotts operations in different countries, Eng, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, looked every bit the shrewd business elite. After hearing Amosta's request, Eng showed no excessive surprise.

Snap—

Eng, a goblin in his prime, snapped his fingers. Amid a shower of sparkling light, one of the office bookshelves slowly rotated aside, revealing a heavy circular metal door embedded in the wall behind it. Its surface was covered in intricate, complex mechanisms. Even Amosta raised his brows at the potent poisonous Potions and defensive magic attached to the metal door, which glimmered with a faint eerie light.

After a series of crisp metallic clanks, half the door swung open. Glancing through the gap, Amosta saw stacks of magical contracts in the expanded room beyond, stretching from floor to ceiling like pillars supporting a building.

A stack of magical contracts several inches thick floated out from behind the metal door and landed in Eng's hands.

"This is the wager those Germans made with you?"

Amosta took the contract Eng handed over. His gaze swept over the terms of the bet as he carefully examined every magically imbued signature, asking casually.

"That would not be entirely accurate,