After putting away the oil painting, William returned to Rosslyn Chapel and continued to search in the secret room on the second floor, spending a few minutes completely emptying the entire secret room.

Anyway, this place is no longer the storage place of the Holy Grail, it is completely deserted, and of course his own things will be moved home, as for whether he will take the relics that do not belong to the Devon Hill family, William should not know.

After the search, use the psychic scan to avoid the cameras and staff, and walk out of the church back to where the helicopter is parked.

Thinking of going to see Professor Robert Langdon, William was not in the mood to go to Langdon if he didn't think of the old woman from St. Clair again.

I don't know if Professor Langdon and Sophie made it, and it took more than an hour to drive the helicopter back to London when William's cell phone rang.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devon Hill".

André Vernay, the manager of the Swiss Basti Bank, greeted us and said, "Old Madame St. Clair has reported to us about the theft of antiquities from Rosslyn Church, and the Grand Elder has asked me to ask if you know about it."

"Ha, the news of that old woman is pretty fast," William smiled crookedly, "I'm not breaking the law by taking things back from my own house."

"Of course not," Andre snorted, his heart full of helplessness, he didn't expect that the matter was really as the new Great Elder had guessed, William had done it.

In the last hundred years of the Devon Hill family, even if it is difficult, several generations have never fought the idea of antiquities in Rosslyn Church, but I didn't expect William to be so rich, but he unexpectedly stared at these antiquities.

"We just want to make sure those artifacts are safe, and since you're in your hands, you'll take care of them, and we'll take care of them on Lady St. Clair's side, and have a nice day, Mr. Devon Hill."

Hanging up the phone, William smiled crookedly, it seems that he really has the right to speak only when he has the financial power, and the people of the hermit have guessed that he did it himself, not only do they not dare to be verbose, but they also have to deal with the follow-up matters for him, and they will not pull them in vain.

Having a happy lunch, Sunday reported, "SIR, I think you should check this news."

The TV festival on the wall of the restaurant automatically turns on and broadcasts the news of France Télévision.

This is a replay of the news, a very beautiful chick on TV, who is broadcasting the weather forecast, took the press release handed to her by the director, and after a quick scan, she looked at the manuscript with a little nervousness and said,

"According to the reliable information we have just received, the Banque de France was in a closed board meeting last night to discuss the possibility of selling the Château de Chantilly, and the buyer is likely to be William Devon Hill, whose first offer is $5 billion."

"God", after reading the words 5 billion US dollars, the beautiful anchor opened her eyes wide, covering her mouth with her hands wide open, "5, 5 billion US dollars, this, this is the news that an opponent of the Banque de France had to provide to us anonymously after his opposition was invalid.

According to his revelations, 76% of the owners of the shares within the Banque de France agreed to William Devonhill's request for an offer, and will soon make the first contact with William Devonhill to determine whether he really has a plan to buy the entire Château de Chantilly.

If the news is confirmed, there will be a discussion about the ownership of all the paintings and artifacts in the Château de Chantilly, God, are these Banque de France people crazy?

"Ah", the host immediately reacted after scolding, covering his face with a script, "I'm sorry, I'm just too excited, I apologize".

After saying that, the little chick was possessed, and said to the camera with a sad expression, "Mr. William Devonhill, I hope you can face up to the status of Château de Chantilly in the hearts of the French people, it is all French, and it should not belong to someone's private property."

"Haha," William said to Sunday, looking amusedly at the TV host, "what's this chick's name?"

"Melissa, is an intern who has not graduated, today is probably her lucky day, the host who broadcasts the weather at noon is unexpectedly sick, and the TV station looks for her to save the scene, but I didn't expect to encounter this big news before the weather forecast is broadcast."

"But she scolded me for being a devil", William said with a smile, "Dare to scold me", thought about it, "Find her black history, if there is anything, it will be directly exposed".

"Are you sure about SIR".

"Of course, she wants to be famous and wants to go crazy, I didn't see how fake she was acting just now, since she wants to be famous by scolding me, then she has to bear my revenge."

"WELL, SIR, MISSION ESTABLISHMENT".

"Jingle bell, jingle bell", the mobile phone on the dining table suddenly rang, looked down and saw that the number showed Wilson, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and wiped his mouth with a hand towel.

With a snap of his fingers, the call was automatically connected.

"William, is it true in the news?" Wilson asked anxiously.

"Is there such a plan, do you have an opinion?" said William speechlessly, taking a sip of red wine, "why don't you just buy a castle complex that occupies a larger area?

"God, that's $5 billion, are you crazy? Where is Château Chantilly worth $5 billion," Wilson said angrily, "the French are using you like a fat sheep."

"Hehe", William smiled sarcastically, "The $5 billion deposited in the Bank of France is to let them understand that I am not joking, lest we have to test and try between us, so I didn't say that the first offer was $5 billion,

These Gallic roosters probably really took me for a fool, and it was too naïve to think that they could slaughter me with cultural relics, and I didn't want a single oil painting or cultural relics, hey, it's a pity that England doesn't have such a big castle, otherwise I would have bought it directly in England."

"7,800 hectares, nearly 20,000 acres is a lot of land," Wilson sighed, adding, "but the castle is a low-return property right now, and you really plan to invest billions of dollars in it?"

"Hehe, don't try to test me, is there anything else? I'll hang up if it's okay", the idiot will tell Wilson what he is going to do, and if he wants to trick me, Wilson is still a little tender.

"Well, as long as you're sure to buy Château Chantilly, I'll invest some money in castles with tourist potential," Wilson chuckled.

"Then you wait to lose money", William hung up the phone directly, it was whimsical to want to make money by traveling, he bought Château Chantilly just from the beginning, and he still liked the land itself, because the scenery and climate of the Chantilly area are very good,

Not only does the area have a high rate of meadows, but there is also a very large Chantilly forest, and you only have to think that it was a hunting ground and resort for the royal family hundreds of years ago to see how livable it is.

The potential for such a livable area to appreciate in the future is very high.

And in a city like London, where there are an average of more than 100 days of rain a year, and there are hardly many days of sun in the whole autumn and winter, William really wants to change to a place with a better climate, and he is not short of money anyway.