Compared with the British Wizarding World, the Italian Wizarding World was more traditional and more conservative.
Thanks to the existence of the Roman Curia, the wizards here could live in peace without needing much contact with Muggles, let alone worrying about magic being exposed.
But if they did not make changes soon, the gap between the Italian Ministry of Magic and other countries would only grow wider.
A tremendous opportunity lay right before them, and no decision-maker who wanted to achieve something great would easily refuse it.
Scipio relaxed his furrowed brow. "Mr. Wayne, I am very interested in our upcoming cooperation."
Vincent, sitting opposite him, extended his hand as though he had expected this all along. "Mr. Minister, I believe our cooperation this time will be very pleasant."
"Yes, I believe so too."
Their handshake meant that Wayne Enterprises and the Italian Ministry of Magic had reached a preliminary consensus on cooperation.
As for the more detailed terms, they could not be settled in a short time.
Near noon, Scipio had lunch with the two of them.
Italians placed particular emphasis on table manners, and their wizards were no exception.
For example, lunch had to be eaten between one and two-thirty in the afternoon. The aperitif had to be bitter or sour, and the menu had to strictly follow freshness and seasonality.
The Italian Ministry of Magic's cafeteria was especially interesting as well. When mealtime approached, the House-elves would bring out a long dining table and place it in the small garden beneath the dome.
Whether they were low-ranking employees, high-ranking officials, or ordinary visitors, they all sat at the same table to eat.
Though men and women were not seated alternately, the higher one's rank, the closer one sat to Minister Scipio's seat of honor.
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