If it were just a regular Mortal Deity level, the waitstaff in the store wouldn't even bother with him.
But William actually dared to speak to Drakaina like that, and the crystal he took out was as big as a fist, with energy flowing over it, brimming to the utmost, without the need for any runes to be inscribed.
For a general Mortal Deity, managing to bring out one or two high-grade crystals would already be impressive, but who could match William's wealth and extravagance?
It's almost a certainty, he must be the disciple of the sea god Poseidon.
Regardless of strength, since he is a high-ranking god king Poseidon's disciple, his future potential is boundless.
How could anyone afford to offend him?
"What would you like to eat, sir?" The waiter approached William, bending over as he listed the menu, "We have magic dragon egg pudding, stewed roasted phantom bear paw with black truffles, silverlight fish dragon rolls with magic herb sauce…"
