Chapter 550 Sam Goes Home
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Two Bugatti supercars, one blue and one silver, were speeding along the streets of London.
In the blue car, Eric seemed to be muttering something.
Sam, the co-pilot, heard fuel consumption, traffic jams and so on.
"Uncle, this car consumes a lot of gas?"
"Nonsense, it's a 12-cylinder engine, and the DB5 you want to drive on the street only has 6 cylinders."
This common sense is still there.
Even if the fuel consumption of twice the number of cylinders is not as exaggerated as twice, it is not affordable for ordinary families.
Wayne's small store didn't have many customers at all. Could it be that reselling arms is really profitable?
"High risk means high return." Eric parked his car at the zebra crossing and waited for the signal light to turn green.
"Don't you Aurors often arrest wizards who illegally sell black magic items? Weapon dealers are just like them."
Sam suddenly realized.
Under the influence of this kind of family, it is no wonder that Vincent has developed such a bad character.
It is said that food and housing are included, but the treatment is pitifully low.
Unscrupulous black-hearted boss!
Vincent in another silver car subconsciously looked out the window.
Sam spoke very fast, and he didn't know what to say in his chatter.
He looked away, with a flattering smile on his face, "Mom, just let me drive."
"No." Evelyn saw the green light turn on, stepped on the accelerator lightly,
"You are only 13 years old now, at least you have to wait until you have a temporary driver's license."
The minimum age for a driver's license in the UK is 17, but you can apply for a provisional driver's license when you turn 16.
Of course I had a driver's license in my previous life, as long as I change my habits to the right steering wheel and remember the traffic rules...
There are still more than three years, wait slowly.
But there is no age requirement in the wizarding world.
If I remember correctly, most wizard traffic laws only target flying vehicles, so it should be possible to avoid being discovered by Muggles.
His little thoughts didn't hide from Evelyn, "Baby, it should be quite difficult to build a car with alchemy, right?"
"Ah, yes..." Vincent slumped on the seat with a bitter face,
"If Mithril is chosen as the material, it can also be turned into airplanes and submarines. I think it will take almost three years to make it."
"cheer up, baby."
"I will, Mom."
He decided to go upstairs to pack his luggage as soon as he got home, and fly to Italy tomorrow to see his car factory.
There was quite a traffic jam in London on weekends, and it was already evening when I got home.
Just as Vincent unbuckled his seat belt, Eric had rushed over and glanced at the dashboard.
God damn fuel consumption!
It was less than 20 kilometers back and forth, and there was no gasoline with an octane rating of almost [-] liters.
"Dad, don't look at me like that."
It was illegal to magically transform a Muggle car, and he was soon to represent the Wizengamot's British teens.
If you know the law and break the law, the crime will be aggravated.
Eric said with a straight face, "You wizards don't have laws that prohibit Muggles from driving magic vehicles, do you?"
"Maybe not."
His expression instantly relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Sam, who hadn't walked a few steps after getting out of the car, became inexplicably terrified.
Not only bad character, even lawlessness is hereditary.
After greeting the two bodyguards, he dropped his suitcase and went straight upstairs. ….run!
Run back to North America!
Before being completely assimilated!
Vincent picked up the suitcase on the first floor, and was about to shout a few words upstairs when he saw Sam carrying a lot of luggage downstairs.
"What are you doing?"
"Go home, go back to my home in America."
"In a hurry?"
Sam smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, I've been away for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."
Vincent aimed at the red and white computer in his arms, "You... Forget it, let's take it as a souvenir for you."
The oath of the two bodyguards outside the door was established with each other, and they would not have any ideas without a wizard at home.
Eric and Evelyn were saying goodbye to him, asking him to come to Wayne's house whenever he was free.
The two bodyguards were very friendly, as if they couldn't wait for him to leave quickly.
Vincent didn't say anything.
Because it won't be long before this person will come back.
The hunch was right.
At the beginning of dinner, Sam did come back.
The arrest warrant from the Magic Congress is still there, and he is not ready to face Bradley yet.
"Well, can I stay a few days longer?"
The Wayne couple blinked quietly at their son, "Of course it's no problem."
Sam sniffled with emotion.
The treatment is a bit low, but this family is very humane.
It would be better if the salary can be increased.
Today's dinner was very rich, and even the two bodyguards who usually ate canned food were given a large plate of potato stew.
After finishing his meal, Vincent wiped his lips with a napkin, then went upstairs to pack his luggage.
When Sam, who wanted to apply for a higher salary, came over, he just opened his suitcase and took out his school robe.
"Wayne, I have something very important to tell you!"
Vincent reached into the closet and caught some short-sleeved shirts that flew in, "Why, don't you want me to contact Mr. Graves for you."
"I look like this kind of person?"
"You are worse than this kind of person."
Sam held his chest and took a deep breath.
Do you have to suffer from this bird anger just after the holiday?
But it was better to stay at Wayne's than to be homeless, and it was better to be scolded than beaten.
He saw a piece of clothing being put into the suitcase, and suddenly stared at Vincent with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Wayne, you kid, don't you want to run away from home?"
Vincent closed the suitcase calmly, "Our family is going to visit the factory in Italy tomorrow.
If there is nothing important, please leave my room now. "
Sam was pushed out of the door by him in a daze,
"Wait, what about me?"
"Do you have an Italian passport?"
"I can phantom—"
"Don't forget that time in Japan."
The door was shut with a bang.
Speechless, Sam walked to his room, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't said anything about his salary increase.
He resisted the urge to go back and went downstairs.
The two bodyguards are exercising after dinner.
After nearly two months of persistence, the muscles supporting the black suit can already be clearly seen.
"Shan--Boss Sam!"
"The boss and his family are going to Italy tomorrow."
They subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Boss Sam, are you going with me?"
"No, I'll stay and watch the house."
The worst happened.
Whenever Sam was in a bad mood, he would always find various excuses to beat them both up.
What to improve the ability to resist blows, what to train the body's reaction speed.
"Do you know what the status of the boss is?"
"know."
"Go to the backyard if you know!" Sam stretched his wrist,
"Your previous employer hasn't solved it yet. If she takes the opportunity to send someone over to trouble the boss's house, do you think you can handle it?"
Yes, of course I can.
The two of them are somewhat famous in Knockturn Alley, and there are all kinds of guys in the Wayne family.
After a wave of intensive saturation strikes, the real dark wizards may only be left with ashes.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
In the blue car, Eric seemed to be muttering something.
Sam, the co-pilot, heard fuel consumption, traffic jams and so on.
"Uncle, this car consumes a lot of gas?"
"Nonsense, it's a 12-cylinder engine, and the DB5 you want to drive on the street only has 6 cylinders."
This common sense is still there.
Even if the fuel consumption of twice the number of cylinders is not as exaggerated as twice, it is not affordable for ordinary families.
Wayne's small store didn't have many customers at all. Could it be that reselling arms is really profitable?
"High risk means high return." Eric parked his car at the zebra crossing and waited for the signal light to turn green.
"Don't you Aurors often arrest wizards who illegally sell black magic items? Weapon dealers are just like them."
Sam suddenly realized.
Under the influence of this kind of family, it is no wonder that Vincent has developed such a bad character.
It is said that food and housing are included, but the treatment is pitifully low.
Unscrupulous black-hearted boss!
Vincent in another silver car subconsciously looked out the window.
Sam spoke very fast, and he didn't know what to say in his chatter.
He looked away, with a flattering smile on his face, "Mom, just let me drive."
"No." Evelyn saw the green light turn on, stepped on the accelerator lightly,
"You are only 13 years old now, at least you have to wait until you have a temporary driver's license."
The minimum age for a driver's license in the UK is 17, but you can apply for a provisional driver's license when you turn 16.
Of course I had a driver's license in my previous life, as long as I change my habits to the right steering wheel and remember the traffic rules...
There are still more than three years, wait slowly.
But there is no age requirement in the wizarding world.
If I remember correctly, most wizard traffic laws only target flying vehicles, so it should be possible to avoid being discovered by Muggles.
His little thoughts didn't hide from Evelyn, "Baby, it should be quite difficult to build a car with alchemy, right?"
"Ah, yes..." Vincent slumped on the seat with a bitter face,
"If Mithril is chosen as the material, it can also be turned into airplanes and submarines. I think it will take almost three years to make it."
"cheer up, baby."
"I will, Mom."
He decided to go upstairs to pack his luggage as soon as he got home, and fly to Italy tomorrow to see his car factory.
There was quite a traffic jam in London on weekends, and it was already evening when I got home.
Just as Vincent unbuckled his seat belt, Eric had rushed over and glanced at the dashboard.
God damn fuel consumption!
It was less than 20 kilometers back and forth, and there was no gasoline with an octane rating of almost [-] liters.
"Dad, don't look at me like that."
It was illegal to magically transform a Muggle car, and he was soon to represent the Wizengamot's British teens.
If you know the law and break the law, the crime will be aggravated.
Eric said with a straight face, "You wizards don't have laws that prohibit Muggles from driving magic vehicles, do you?"
"Maybe not."
His expression instantly relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Sam, who hadn't walked a few steps after getting out of the car, became inexplicably terrified.
Not only bad character, even lawlessness is hereditary.
After greeting the two bodyguards, he dropped his suitcase and went straight upstairs. ….run!
Run back to North America!
Before being completely assimilated!
Vincent picked up the suitcase on the first floor, and was about to shout a few words upstairs when he saw Sam carrying a lot of luggage downstairs.
"What are you doing?"
"Go home, go back to my home in America."
"In a hurry?"
Sam smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, I've been away for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."
Vincent aimed at the red and white computer in his arms, "You... Forget it, let's take it as a souvenir for you."
The oath of the two bodyguards outside the door was established with each other, and they would not have any ideas without a wizard at home.
Eric and Evelyn were saying goodbye to him, asking him to come to Wayne's house whenever he was free.
The two bodyguards were very friendly, as if they couldn't wait for him to leave quickly.
Vincent didn't say anything.
Because it won't be long before this person will come back.
The hunch was right.
At the beginning of dinner, Sam did come back.
The arrest warrant from the Magic Congress is still there, and he is not ready to face Bradley yet.
"Well, can I stay a few days longer?"
The Wayne couple blinked quietly at their son, "Of course it's no problem."
Sam sniffled with emotion.
The treatment is a bit low, but this family is very humane.
It would be better if the salary can be increased.
Today's dinner was very rich, and even the two bodyguards who usually ate canned food were given a large plate of potato stew.
After finishing his meal, Vincent wiped his lips with a napkin, then went upstairs to pack his luggage.
When Sam, who wanted to apply for a higher salary, came over, he just opened his suitcase and took out his school robe.
"Wayne, I have something very important to tell you!"
Vincent reached into the closet and caught some short-sleeved shirts that flew in, "Why, don't you want me to contact Mr. Graves for you."
"I look like this kind of person?"
"You are worse than this kind of person."
Sam held his chest and took a deep breath.
Do you have to suffer from this bird anger just after the holiday?
But it was better to stay at Wayne's than to be homeless, and it was better to be scolded than beaten.
He saw a piece of clothing being put into the suitcase, and suddenly stared at Vincent with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Wayne, you kid, don't you want to run away from home?"
Vincent closed the suitcase calmly, "Our family is going to visit the factory in Italy tomorrow.
If there is nothing important, please leave my room now. "
Sam was pushed out of the door by him in a daze,
"Wait, what about me?"
"Do you have an Italian passport?"
"I can phantom—"
"Don't forget that time in Japan."
The door was shut with a bang.
Speechless, Sam walked to his room, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't said anything about his salary increase.
He resisted the urge to go back and went downstairs.
The two bodyguards are exercising after dinner.
After nearly two months of persistence, the muscles supporting the black suit can already be clearly seen.
"Shan--Boss Sam!"
"The boss and his family are going to Italy tomorrow."
They subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Boss Sam, are you going with me?"
"No, I'll stay and watch the house."
The worst happened.
Whenever Sam was in a bad mood, he would always find various excuses to beat them both up.
What to improve the ability to resist blows, what to train the body's reaction speed.
"Do you know what the status of the boss is?"
"know."
"Go to the backyard if you know!" Sam stretched his wrist,
"Your previous employer hasn't solved it yet. If she takes the opportunity to send someone over to trouble the boss's house, do you think you can handle it?"
Yes, of course I can.
The two of them are somewhat famous in Knockturn Alley, and there are all kinds of guys in the Wayne family.
After a wave of intensive saturation strikes, the real dark wizards may only be left with ashes.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
