But he probably forgot that Mike had the badge of duel champion. He saw the fork roaring under his full force and hit the transparent shield. Finally, he fell to the ground weakly, making a crisp sound.

"Visermere! You bastard! You dare to do it!"

When Flevi saw that there was no place to bear it, he stood up and went to settle the score with Visemille.

Seeing that the two old men were about to fight, Mike naturally couldn't sit idly, so he pulled open the chair and sat down slowly, and said, "Don't be excited for now. Isn't it just Arthur's work, it's something you can talk about."

Upon hearing this, Flevi and Visemir heard it, and Visemir opened his eyes wide and said fiercely: "You actually fooled my student over to be a security guard for you! You said, what else can you talk about!"

After saying that, he glared at Arthur.

Arthur, forced by his teacher's aura, shrank in the chair like a child who had made a mistake and looked at Mike with expectant eyes.

Now Mike is his only hope. Mike had promised to settle his teacher before, and now it is Mike's turn to fulfill his promise.

However, Arthur did not have much hope for this. After all, he knew his teacher too much, and that was a bad old stubborn person who would not change his decisions because of others' light words.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was extremely serious in an instant, but in such an atmosphere, Mike calmly still pulled the steak on the plate in front of him, and said as if nothing had happened:

"Just come to my factory to be a senior safety supervisor. I will pay you two to 100 gold per person per month."

"no!"

Wisermere rejected Mike without hesitation, and Arthur's eyes, who heard this, became darker.

But Weismere paused for a moment and then extended two fingers to Mike, saying, "I want 200 Jingaron per person per month!"

"Forehead"

Arthur looked at his teacher in surprise, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"No problem, but it's not good for you master and apprentice to get the same salary. I'll add 50 more gold to you!"

"It's refreshing! Then we'll decide like this. We'll sign a contract after dinner!"

The anger on Visemir's face immediately changed to a smile, sat down again, picked up the knife and fork that Lolo handed over and cut the steak.

Arthur, who was beside him, had not reacted until now. He looked at his teacher blankly and asked stupidly:

"Teacher, why...you agreed so easily?"

"Silly boy, you giant monster signed a contract with someone with a stupid head. What else can I do as a teacher? I can't worry about you, so I can only go with you." Visermere threw down his knife and fork and punched Arthur on the head and cursed, "Also, even if you sign a contract with your contract, you're too low? Do you know how much money the Ministry of Magic clerks get every month?"

Arthur shook his head.

"50 Jin Jialong a month! Are you covered in your head with slugs? Are you only worth 50 Jin Jialong a month?" Weissemil knocked Arthur again, "Fortunately I'm here, otherwise you'll have to count the money if you're sold!"

Arthur suddenly realized, glared at Mike and turned to a smile and helped him cook with a teacher. Although his teacher hit him twice, he was not angry at all for his own good.

His actions undoubtedly snatched Lolo's job, which made the simple house elf very angry.

But Arthur was Professor Flevy's guest, so he could only hide beside him and sulk.

Mike and Professor Flevy looked at each other and laughed.

Mike could actually see that Professor Flevy didn't want his old friend to continue wandering. He was originally planning to let Arthur enter Hogwarts, but Arthur was not a wizard.

Now that Mike has made arrangements, he doesn't have to bother anymore.

"Since the misunderstanding is resolved, let's celebrate it! I still have a bottle of 82-year-old flame whiskey, kill him tonight! Mike, you drink a little too, I'll allow you to drink tonight!"
Chapter completed!