Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

After searching for a short while, Shalltear quickly spotted a formally dressed wizard through a brightly lit window.

This wizard had a goatee, appeared to be around fifty or sixty years old, and seemed to be in good spirits. He was sitting at a desk with an empty plate beside it, currently looking down at some documents.

Shalltear was incredibly lucky at this moment. Perhaps because the outer perimeter of this breeding base was heavily guarded, the people inside were less wary. Not only were there no protective enchantments in the rooms, but the window of this particular room was actually open.

This allowed Shalltear to eavesdrop openly. She also knew that this person was an important figure in the breeding base, and she could definitely obtain more information from him.

Without much hesitation, she released the last surveillance spider she had and carefully controlled it to move through the window into the room, deploying it in a hidden corner with a wide view.

Just as she finished all this, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in!" Milan Claremont, sitting at the desk, said in a voice that was both dignified and gentle.

"Lord Claremont, I apologize for disturbing you so late." Nason gently opened the door, one hand on the doorknob and the other respectfully placed on his chest. He greeted him with a nervous voice, not immediately stepping into the room due to his restraint.

"Ah, Nason, it's you. Come in and sit down. I'm sorry, I just finished dinner, so the room is a bit messy." Claremont recognized Nason at a glance and warmly greeted him.

"Thank you, Lord Claremont." Nason seemed to relax after hearing Claremont's greeting, and then walked into the room with hurried steps.

"Sit down, sit down. You're one of the older employees in the park, so don't always be so reserved." Claremont smiled and gestured to the chair in front of him, then got up and walked to the liquor cabinet next to the desk, tilting his head to look at Nason, "Whiskey?"

"Uh, yes, Lord Claremont." Nason nodded reservedly after sitting down. It seemed that Lord Claremont was in a good mood today, and he wondered if the other party would grant his request.

"What's wrong, Nason? You don't look so good. Did something bother you? I remember you've always been diligent and hardworking since you came to the park. You've come to me specifically today, so there must be something special going on."

Claremont handed the glass of wine to Nason and asked in a gentle voice. He was very sensitive to interpersonal relationships and could see at a glance that Nason was embarrassed, obviously wanting to say something difficult.

Did he want to ask for an advance on his salary? Or did he want to ask for leave? Could it be that there was a dispute among the team members and he came to complain? Claremont quickly went through the possible scenarios in his mind, then looked at Nason with composure. He was very generous to subordinates who were serious and diligent in their work.

"Ah, that's right. Today, the second team of our maintenance group encountered an accident while dealing with an enraged 'Ukrainian Ironbelly'." Nason sighed with melancholy as he said this. "Jimmy and another team member were seriously injured and are still in the hospital."

"Is that so?" Claremont immediately put on a worried expression upon hearing this. "How are they now? Are their lives in danger?"

"Jimmy's upper body was burned by the 'Ukrainian Ironbelly', and the others suffered varying degrees of scratches. You can see the blood stains on my body are theirs." Nason sighed melancholically.

"Oh dear, I haven't had time to look at today's briefing. I didn't expect such a thing to happen today." Claremont also showed a sad expression. "If needed, I can arrange a unified vacation for your second team so you can spend this time with your teammates."

Nason immediately shook his head upon hearing this. "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Claremont, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. The rest of our team members are still in good condition and can continue to work."

"Oh? What exactly do you want to talk to me about?" Claremont raised his eyebrows curiously, then reassured him, "If you are worried about their condition, I can assure you that they will receive the best care, and the park will cover the cost of treatment."

"I don't doubt that, after all, it's not the first time we've been injured. The doctors in the park can always help us recover." Nason shook his head again, then looked at Claremont solemnly.

"Lord Claremont, what I want to ask is... can we also equip the members of the maintenance group with some protective equipment? After all, as you can see, the danger of dealing with these magical creatures in the park is no less than patrolling outside."

Nason proposed somewhat nervously and vaguely. He had originally promised those team members in the morning that he would suggest it to Claremont, but that was more of a perfunctory response. He was originally an honest wizard and didn't dare to face big figures like Claremont.

But who knew that an accident would really happen later when maintaining the 'Ukrainian Ironbelly' enclosure? The dragon didn't know what had driven it mad, and it was so angry that it breathed fire everywhere as soon as it saw someone, almost breaking out of enclosure number 36 in front of them.

Fortunately, they were working with the third team at the time, and with everyone's concerted efforts, they finally subdued the big guy, but several team members were still injured as a result.

After experiencing this, Nason realized how close they were to danger, and he also strengthened his resolve to come to Claremont.

"Are you referring to those tactical vests?" Claremont immediately realized what the other party was talking about when he heard Nason's words.

"That's right, that equipment can allow everyone to work in a safer environment." Seeing that Claremont understood his meaning so quickly, Nason immediately nodded with a smile.

"Is this your idea alone? Or is it everyone's common thought?" Claremont did not immediately give the other party an answer, but asked with a calm face.

"This... everyone thinks so, Lord Claremont. Compared to patrol members, we maintenance groups face danger more frequently." Seeing that Claremont did not directly refuse, Nason felt that there might be hope, and immediately said sincerely.

"I see." Claremont nodded upon hearing this, but still did not directly answer, but instead asked, "Regarding these tactical vests, I should have said during the meeting to keep it a secret from your subordinates. How did your team members know about the function of this thing?"

Hearing Claremont's question, Nason immediately cleared himself of the relationship, "Lord Claremont, I dare not disobey your orders. The reason why my team members know information related to tactical vests is... is because of Matthew. He revealed it to everyone."

Nason did not hesitate at all when facing Claremont's questioning, and directly sold out Matthew, the young master.

"Matthew?" Claremont frowned upon hearing this. Why was it this kid again? Hearing that his disappointing nephew was causing trouble for him again, he immediately became angry. He didn't doubt that Nason would lie to him. This squad leader was known as an honest person in the maintenance group.

It's just that those tactical vests were not so easy to obtain. Last time, when the adults from the club were distributing them, he had to put in a lot of effort.

But that was only one more set snatched from the cracks of the teeth of the other two parks. There were not so many that could be allocated to them.

"So, all the lower-level employees already know about the tactical vests?" Claremont felt a little annoyed at this time. Tactical vests were indeed good things that could directly strengthen the park's power, but they would also cause some unnecessary conflicts.

That's why he repeatedly told these middle-level managers to keep it a secret, but who knew that the problem would ultimately arise with Matthew, the idiot. Claremont was already regretting promising Matthew's mother that he would take good care of him.

At this time, Nason saw that Claremont kept asking these questions, and could only honestly answer, "I think so, but in the morning only a few of my team members knew. I have already told them to control their mouths and not spread it around, but I can't be sure about Matthew's side."

"Okay, I understand." Claremont knew how weak the so-called 'controlling their mouths' was after hearing this. It might have already spread throughout the entire park at this time.

Thinking of this, Claremont frowned with some distress, and then immediately softened and looked at Nason, "Nason, I can understand your thoughts very well, and I am also very gratified that you can take such good care of your teammates and come here to speak for them in person."

"But..." Claremont paused, his expression gradually becoming sincere, "I hope you can understand my difficulties. Although the park is developing well now, to put it bluntly, we are just working for those big companies, helping them breed magical creatures. After all, the funding is limited, and those tactical vests cannot be bought on the market at all. This is still a welfare provided to us by our superior organization out of consideration for us. There are not many of them at present, so..."

Claremont very implicitly expressed his difficulties.

Shalltear, who was eavesdropping outside the window at this time, raised her eyebrows.

Helping big companies breed magical creatures? So this is how these guys fool those employees, right?

Shalltear's intuition told her that this information might be crucial for dealing with these ordinary wizards, but she couldn't figure out the connection for a while.

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