By rough estimate, Berlin's economic losses today had exceeded one billion dollars.
Just as the German President was considering how the young man before him intended to pay compensation, the other party somehow produced a checkbook and a quill.
Ones... tens... hundreds... thousands... ten thousand... hundred thousand... million...
There were exactly nine zeroes, with no decimal point. The first digits were 15, and the currency was U.S. dollars.
Vincent signed his name, then lightly touched the seal with his fingertip. A Magical Runes symbol representing him, "?", was branded upon it.
The President was neither startled by the 1.5 billion dollars nor suspicious of the check's authenticity. He was simply curious about Vincent's background.
The Wizards' Purity Party's files briefly described the composition of their members. Presumably, this compensation was the old gentlemen's gesture of goodwill.
They casually offered 1.5 billion. Their goodwill really was substantial.
They had people, money, and considerable strength. No wonder the German Ministry of Magic regarded them as its number one threat.
But if he accepted the compensation...
The President's gaze left the check before him. "Mr. Wayne, according to you, you did not deliberately damage the city?"
"That's right, Mr. President." Vincent replied calmly, "I am a Muggle-born wizard. I have a set of principles based on Muggle laws and morals. I am not some No-Nosed Bald Murderer."
The President did not care who the No-Nosed Bald Murderer was. What concerned him were Vincent's principles based on Muggle laws and morals.
Although there had not been enough time to investigate the detailed losses, there did not seem to have been any major casualties in Berlin today.
Most of the credit went to the emergency evacuation, but countless video clips proved that Vincent was capable of indiscriminate attacks. The President did not dare imagine what