A luxurious private jet flew toward London, its furnishings every bit as lavish as Stark's private plane.
It hardly felt like they were ten thousand meters above the ground.
Everyone aboard the entire plane existed to serve Xu Yue alone.
"Oh, Young Master Xu Yue, choosing London for your studies was truly the best decision. In the end, the master's title will still need to be inherited by you."
The old butler in his formal uniform looked utterly thrilled, his eyes practically shining as he watched Xu Yue. He had to make sure the young master grew into a qualified gentleman.
"Uh, Butler Allen, have you ever heard of wizards in London?"
Xu Yue's question was quite direct. The wizarding world and the Muggle world were connected, after all, in order to ensure the secrecy of wizards and the stability and peace of the world.
So once one reached a sufficiently high position, knowing about the wizarding world should not have been difficult to understand.
Yet this old butler named Allen clearly knew nothing of it. Instead, he began explaining various legends and fairy tales about magic and wizards to Xu Yue. After all, in his eyes, Xu Yue was only eleven years old and should have enjoyed such stories.
Seeing the old butler's reaction, Xu Yue roughly understood that he had asked the wrong person. Or perhaps he should have gone straight to the grandfather who had arranged all this...
Though it was only the nineties, private jets were already impressively comfortable and fast.
When Xu Yue arrived at London Airport, an entire fleet of dedicated vehicles was waiting to receive him. Media reporters even followed behind, camera flashes going off everywhere.
"The Sole Heir to a Billion-Dollar Fortune"
"The Future Richest Man"
"The Future Duke of Britain"