HP: The Boy who Mastered Lightning Chapter 485: 485

After searching for a short while, Shalltear quickly spotted a wizard in formal attire through a lit window. This man had a goatee, looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, and appeared to be in good spirits. He was currently seated at an office desk, with an empty al tray beside him, engrossed in so docunts.

Shalltear's luck was exceptionally good. Perhaps because of the strict defenses around the breeding base, the people inside were not as vigilant as they might have been. Not only were there no protective magic spells set up inside the rooms, but the window of this particular room was left open. This allowed Shalltear to openly eavesdrop. She knew the person was an important figure at the breeding base, so she was sure to gain more information from him.

Without much hesitation, she released the last monitoring spider she had, carefully controlling it to move through the window into the room. She found a hidden corner with a clear view and deployed it there. Just as she finished all of this, a knock sounded at the office door.

"Co in!" an authoritative yet gentle voice ca from Milan Claremont, who was seated at the desk.

"Mr. Clent, I apologize for disturbing you so late." Jason, who had gently opened the door, held the doorknob with one hand and respectfully placed the other on his chest, greeting him with a hesitant voice. Due to his apprehension, he did not imdiately step into the room.

"Ah, Jason, it's you. Co in and sit down. I apologize, I just finished dinner, so the room is a bit ssy." Clent recognized Jason at a glance and greeted him warmly.

"Thank you, Mr. Clent." Jason evidently relaxed after hearing Clent's greeting, then walked into the room with quick, short steps.

"Sit down, sit down. You're an old employee of the park, don't always be so reserved." Clent smiled and gestured to the chair in front of him, then got up and walked to the wine cabinet beside the desk, turning to face Jason. "Whiskey?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Clent." Jason nodded reservedly after sitting down. It seed Mr. Clent was in a good mood, and he wondered if he would grant his request.

"What's wrong, Jason? You don't look so good right now. Are you troubled by sothing? I rember you've always been diligent and hardworking since you ca to the park. For you to specifically co to today, I imagine it must be sothing special." After handing the glass to Jason, Clent spoke in a gentle voice. He was sensitive to human affairs and imdiately saw Jason's predicant; clearly, he had sothing embarrassing he wanted to say.

Did he want a salary advance? Or did he want to ask for leave? Could it be that soone in the team had a dispute and he ca to complain? Clent quickly ran through a few possible scenarios in his mind, then looked at Jason with composure. He was always generous to diligent, conscientious subordinates like him.

"Ah, indeed. Today, our Maintenance Team's Second Squad encountered an accident while dealing with an enraged Ukrainian Ironbelly." Jason sighed sadly. "Jimmy and another mber of our team were seriously injured because of it and are still in the hospital."

"Is that so?" Clent imdiately put on a worried expression. "How are they doing now? Are their lives in danger?"

"Jimmy's upper body was burned by the Ukrainian Ironbelly, and others suffered scratches to varying degrees. The bloodstains on are theirs," Jason sighed wistfully.

"Oh my, I hadn't had a chance to read today's briefing. I didn't expect sothing like this to happen." Clent also showed a sad expression. "If needed, I can arrange a unified vacation for your squad so you can spend that ti with your team mbers."

Jason imdiately shook his head. "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Clent, but what I want to talk to you about is not this. The remaining mbers of our team are still in good condition and can continue to work."

"Oh? In that case, what exactly do you want to see about?" Clent raised an eyebrow curiously, then reassured him. "If you're worried about their condition, I can assure you they will receive the best care, and the park will cover the treatnt costs."

"I don't doubt that. After all, it's not our first ti getting injured, and the doctors in the park always manage to get us back on our feet." Jason shook his head again, then looked at Clent seriously. "Mr. Clent, what I want to suggest is... could we equip the mbers of our Maintenance Team with so protective gear? After all, you've seen how dangerous it is to deal with these magical creatures; it's no less dangerous than patrolling outside."

Jason suggested this hesitantly. He had initially promised the team mbers that he would talk to Clent in the morning, but it was more of a perfunctory gesture. He was an honest, law-abiding wizard and didn't dare to face a big shot like Clent. But after an accident occurred later during the maintenance of the Ironbelly's enclosure—where the dragon went completely mad and almost burst out of Shed 36—Jason realized how close they were to danger.

"You an those Tactical Vests?" Clent imdiately realized what Jason was referring to.

"Exactly. That equipnt would allow everyone to work in a safer environnt." Seeing Clent understand so quickly, Jason imdiately nodded with a smile.

"Is this your personal opinion? Or is it a collective idea?" Clent did not imdiately give an answer, rely asking with a calm expression.

"This... everyone thinks so, Mr. Clent. Compared to the Patrol Team, we, the Maintenance Team, face danger more frequently." Jason saw that Clent did not directly refuse, and feeling that there might be a chance, he spoke sincerely.

"I see." Clent nodded but still did not give a direct answer. Instead, he pressed on. "Regarding these Tactical Vests, I should have told you during our eting to keep them secret from your subordinates. How would your team mbers know about the function of this item?"

Upon hearing Clent's question, Jason imdiately distanced himself. "Mr. Clent, I wouldn't dare disobey your orders. The reason my team mbers know about the Tactical Vests is... because of Matthew. He's the one who told everyone."

Jason did not hesitate when faced with Clent's questioning, directly selling out Matthew.

"Matthew?" Clent frowned. It was that kid again. Hearing that his nephew was causing trouble for him again, he was imdiately furious. He didn't doubt that Jason would lie to him; this squad leader was known as an honest man. However, those Tactical Vests were not easy to acquire. The last ti the adults from the club distributed them, he had to go through a great deal of effort, snatching one extra set from between the teeth of the other two parks. There weren't that many to distribute.

"So, those lower-level employees already know about the Tactical Vests now?" Clent felt sowhat annoyed. Tactical Vests were good things; they could directly strengthen the park's capabilities but could also cause unnecessary conflicts. He had repeatedly warned these middle managers to keep it a secret, but who knew the problem would co from that idiot Matthew? Clent was already regretting promising his sister he would take care of her son.

At this mont, Jason, seeing Clent constantly asking questions, honestly replied, "I think so, but this morning only a few of my team mbers knew. I've already told them to keep their mouths shut and not spread rumors, but I can't be sure about Matthew."

"Alright, I understand." Clent knew from his words how futile keeping their mouths shut was. By now, the news might have already spread throughout the entire park. Thinking of this, Clent frowned with worry, then imdiately softened his expression and looked at Jason. "Jason, I fully understand your thoughts, and I am very pleased that you care for your teammates so much and personally ca to speak for them. However..."

Clent paused, his expression becoming sincere. "I hope you can understand my difficulties. Although the park is developing well now, to put it plainly, we are just working for those big companies, helping them raise magical creatures. The funds are limited after all, and those Tactical Vests cannot be bought on the market. This is a benefit provided to us by our superior organization out of consideration, and the current quantity is not much, so..."

Clent expressed his predicant subtly. anwhile, Shalltear, who was eavesdropping outside the window, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

*Raising magical creatures for big companies? So that's how these guys fool those employees?* Shalltear's intuition told her that this information might be crucial for dealing with these ordinary wizards, but she couldn't quite figure out the key details at the mont.

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