Spoiled By The President:My Wife Is A Little Sweet - Chapter 911

They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies.
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures.
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?!

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In 1892, in the Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle.Just as the freshly graduated William Richard “reluctantly” accepted the offer from Headmaster Blake to take the job of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts—he traversed through time once again and found himself in London a hundred years later.Upon receiving another owl from Hogwarts, he didn't hesitate much, and to continue learning his beloved magic, he once again enrolled as a rare fifth-year transfer student at Hogwarts over the past hundred years.Albus Dumbledore: Although I don't know why William keeps murmuring things like “I held you when you were a child,” putting that aside, he really is a diligent and studious good child.Sorting Hat: Az— Mmm...Tom Riddle: Shut up! How dare you call that great one's name directly?Harry Potter: Though Mr. Richard said he uses Unforgivable Curses as lighting spells and has built a tower of troll and goblin heads, I believe he must be a good person.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.